The Floating

I relished taking part in the floating last week. To be given the reflective space to write in such a novel environment whilst collaborating with people from all over Bristol was a gift. We were swept up and guided by the artists prompts, the whole concept had a pleasing coherence, the in between space of the harbour was a landscape of  history yet constantly being made new by the imaginations and activity of those who live here now. If the opportunity were extended to more Britolians The Floating could become a vessel for the writing of a new story, one of a more connected community. It could permanently offer trips though the harbour, connecting people with their City and challenging the existing limits we all place on ourselves, those around us and on the landscape - through writing and sharing and paying attention.

Read it here

http://www.thefloating.co.uk/

Arundhati Roy, The Algebra of Infinite Justice

The only dream worth having is to dream
that you will live while you are alive,
and die only when you are dead.
To love, to be loved.
To never forget your own insignificance.
To never get used to the unspeakable violence 
and vulgar disparity of the life around you.
To seek joy in the saddest places 
To pursue beauty to its lair. 
To never simplify what is complicated
or complicate what is simple.
To respect strength, never power.
Above all, to watch.
To try and understand.
To never look away.
And never, never to forget.

Post referendum anger, sadness, derision, frustration, hope

Sayings by Rogan Wolf

http://www.roganwolf.com/publicsite/2016/08/27/sayings/

Your words took my breath away.

They killed me with their song.

They made my womb turn over.

Sing to me again.

The words I must speak

will sentence me to death.

I believe this, not that,

and know that I shall burn for it.

..........

We made the bus bright red, he said

in glee. So the plebs would think

that they and we

belong on the same side.

Tee hee.

Fiddle-de-dee.

The People have Spoken

and We must Obey.

Tee hee.

Your words

have cut me to the quick

they have cleaved me

from crown to crotch.

Split in two

I cannot live more.'

Full poem here