Poem Pics II – The Jacobs Well Project with Mary Passeri

efforts

Lovely to rediscover this sensitive thoughtful art-work

Poem Pics II – The Jacobs Well Project with Mary Passeri

As we have plans afoot to build a forthcoming exhibition (or two) I thought it would be a good time to share the poems and artwork created during our projects with older people.

Artist Mary Passeri especially invited those who endure dementia problems and their loved ones to meet with us; initially at Space 109 and then a whole series of gatherings at the beautiful old Jacob’s Well, both in York.

Here are some of the pieces created and some of the people involved.

Poems and art from this project were published and distributed around relevant centres within York and Leeds.

camp words
Mary’s art with my words
gift flower
Poem by Adrian
barbara thoughtful lightened 01
Barbara being thoughtful
barbara poem
For Barbara by Adrian
barbara poem 01
crafted gift
bickie pic poem
crowns n coppers lightened
blessing
Thank you Carol (background by Adrian)
together
kid 01
going back
tales upon arrival
Tales Upon Arrival
gloves lady
Image creation by Adrian
gloves lightened poem
Words by Adrian
mother
Her son’s words upon his return
stephies flowers
Stephies Flowers
pledge
respite conversation
storms
barbaras collection 01
The Team: Stephie Jessop & Ilaria Passeri
cap 01
was
mellow tomorrows
99
Words Adrian – all art by Mary unless said otherwise
two kids 02
sadie
Word and image by Mary
nightie
Word and image by Mary
couple
Thank you Mary
camp 01
Artwork by Mary Passeri

Mary Passeri

(If I have used the work of others without crediting you in error do please let me know.)

Saying Thank You

Your donation of $3 will encourage me to continue in my creative efforts.

$3.00

With thanks to the Joseph Rowntree Foundation for making these wonderful experiences possible. https://www.jrf.org.uk/

You will also like my Nose-Gay blog on the history of Barley Hall

Or you might just want a recipe for a change

Poem Pics Part I

Bits

I am fed up that everything I tile is collected by auto-chicken.

I realise now that my mistake was probably that I tried to type auto-check instead of auto-collect.

But it has been collected.

There is obviously a fault. At least with the auto-correct but possibly worse than that. So while we are stuck here I might as well carry on.

There’s the joke of the year from Edinburgh Fringe by Ken Cheng,  “I’m not a fan of the new pound coin, but then again, I hate all change.”

Well, things were different before the changes.

A previous year Tim Vine won with “I sold my vacuum cleaner, well it was just gathering dust.”

My son in law Spee tells me that Norwegian ships have a bar code on the side so they can Scandinavian.

On to my new look with the curls.

Now that it has grown back the way it has I don’t remember what my hair was like before I had radiotherapy, but I am sure it didn’t make mature women giggle like girls.

One Direction, they went their separate ways.

Away from humour and on to poetry with this corker from Ralph Bear (thank you ever so)

For Adrian

Me pen and paper

Me sword in hand

Me march off to unknown lands

Me get me got

Godspeed I trot

Me pen and paper

Me sword in hand

                        Ralph Bear

Here’s my big lad who has hit the big time…

This popped up again recently, created by Olivia Jayne Newton. As a promotion for the first ever stage production I’ve been in.

And my dream:

I dreamed that in the olden days what people who had excess limbs did is they joned the navy. Navy surgeons are renowned for cutting off limbs so sooner or later it is bound to happen. Neville had three legs so he joined up and a couple of years later there was an incident and sure enough the surgeon sawed one of his legs off. So he was able to come home with two.

When Mervin, (who had five arms) saw him returning looking so well balanced he too decided to go away to the navy. Eight years he was there, then sure enough there was an incident and they sawed off one of his arms. Trouble was, they sawed off the right arm, which was the only one he had at that side and left the other four he had on the left side as they were.

There is a moral to this story, or at least there was a moral to it in the dream.

NASA announced lately that they had discovered a planet that could harbour life, but it couldn’t be guarenteed that there was intelligent life there; of course there is, who do they think built the harbour.

I blogged a collection of poetry recently.

On the 27th of October I shall be performing in Scarborough Art Gallery Hobb the Night Guard and the amazement of museums. Here is Hobb’s recent stories for the Fossil Festival.

Viking Comic Inc rereleases include Oski and the Amulet, The Hammer Flies and the Greek myth of Zeus and Typhon.

There’s my travelogue of Denmark.

Turning Points in Life’s Journey.

My multi-national performances in Gudvangen, Norway; Viking Sagas in a Nutshell.

An dof course my very popular Cancer Care Capers.

For any of you who haven’t heard, I was given the all clear last week.

Feedback on my Discworld Blog;

“And, oh my! what a joy to receive your narrative on and your utterly delightful drawings of the most marvellous place to be in in the entire Multiverse.  (Tho’ I can’t help thinking your portrait of C.M.O.T. Dibbler is just a little too flattering; “unsavoury”, after all, is not just a word that applies literally to his wares, it also applies metaphorically to his person.)” Julie Speedie

Discworld blog

And here is the last magazine type blog I did…

Saying Thank You

Your donation of $3 will encourage me to continue in my creative efforts.

$3.00

Do buy the guy

guy-link-board

I might give a little bit of thanks too

history-tabviking-life-taboldman-tabviking comics inc tab.jpgpoetics tab.jpgrants tab.jpgchat tab.jpgspooky tab.jpggby-tabnewsnext

I might give a little bit of thanks too

(here is a little bit of text to fill the space when it is posted to Facebook so you cannot read my blog without clicking the link)

Given my own space to be

Even when I was ill and let everybody down

Even when I wandered lost around the long country roads in a fever

I now know where I am, but it took a while.

Now recovered I relax

Meanwhile if you want a detailed drawing of the underside of the upper bunk let me know

I can recall every detail

or perhaps the back of the loo door

moving on

moving swiftly on

how many of you readers can say you have been collected as soon as you were ready and taken to a woodland full of tents and fires and wonderful people

To spend time where everything is ok

Where you discover Viking Ris (Barley grains cooked to perfection) served with wild garlic and root vegetables like you have never experienced

Even the water from the earthenware jug was amazing

To be taken from there to the chieftains house

To be made welcome and allowed to be yourself in your own space and to be drawn in to be fed and shared with in this rambling timbered wonder of a place

On the way here I saw roaming marshlands, huge wading birds, faces in the rocks, llamas, Elk (I think, but something big moving on the mountainside – perhaps a bear), a roman villa, the grave mound of Half-Dan the Black and so much more.

I recovered in time, once here, to partake of a Viking banquet created by globaly renowned chefs and was honoured to be asked to perform for the press and the Vikings (although the picture of me in the papers was rather grossly dramatic).

I have eaten my favourite food; dark brown cheese with pear and honey.

Today I was taken through the mountain to the next world, where trains and ferries traverse, I wandered through an organic garden where seeds I sent are flourishing, I bought beans to sprout because you cannot get beansprouts anywhere here, I learned to tell the time, and to call others to dinner, and I climbed an ancient burial ground: I have walked sunwise around a stone-which-is-stood as others have done before for countless times.

I am in a world which is countless.

Be here.

I am Celebrating – three thousand views since I started blogging – here are some highlights

I am Celebrating – three thousand views since I started blogging – here are some highlights

pic 031b redone

The wonderful wonderful experience of my Viking Comics Inc. first publication – The Hammer Flies

Strange Jobs

I released my first singleam

cloud worldI previewed my Greek Myths CD

I was very pleased to see my pal Georg has started a blogEvening Trail

Viking Comics Inc. Two – The Horned God and the Wild Huntseeress toni

oski light

Viking Comics Inc Volume Three

Model-making Done for the DAyA new regular feature – Grumble Monthly

I declared a Kingsea king

I tried artwild creature

wizardTen years a storyteller

snapped zena and me

A plan to conquer the Viking world I am going to Gudvangen

I play with toys

Toys

I did poems

I was things

I planned a fishing trip and saw mooseelk 03

(You gotta look at that one, it’s my fave)

I cut out dollies

ade silouhetteI met ghosts

Medieval Historybig hat smiles

best tellerI got wistful

I ranted

I cookedme n amanda

12049342_495805563939884_3566201213765577221_nI got spooky

I opened a festival (on TV)

I discovered whole worlds

News of Faeries (btw I am about to prove that little people exist)

Stay close

There is so much more x

Saying Thank You

Your donation of $3 will encourage me to continue in my creative efforts.

$3.00

Watch It Norway – It Is Ten Thousand Years Today

Watch It Norway – It is Ten Thousand Years Today.

Yes,

It is ten thousand years today since the whole edge of Norway actually dropped off.

Had quite an effect on the world.

Made Britain separate from Europe.

Destroyed whole townships along where the English Channel appeared and along the North Sea

Not to mention making Norway quite thin.

I am hoping it isn’t a regular event.

Because it is due in the morning.

(I am sure quite a few of you are too.)

Cos if it does happen again in the early hours.

It will cause quite a few problems.

Norway would be like a ledge.

The people from over in Sweden will be calling over, “Hey are you alright over there!”

And all the Norwegians will be like lined up with their backs to Sweden (Yes I know that tends to happen anyway) edging along an, erm, well, edge.

They will be balanced on their heels in a long thin line holding hands.

They will call over their shoulders, “Yes we are fine thank you.”

“We are edging our way upwards this week and next week we will be working our way down south again.”

“That’s all we can do really, shuffle upwards or shuffle back down again.”

“The government told us we will all be alright as long as we hold hands.”

“And we always do whatever the government tell us to do whatever party is in power cos we are like that.”

“Right everyone shuffle right.”

(Whispered, “And try not to think about personal space, but rather think about Norwegian Arms”.)

I know I know this wont be funny if it really happens in the morning.

And possibly isn’t funny at all anyway.

But I dreamed it, and it seemed funny then.

Just thank god it didn’t happen to China, cos then when they whispered messages along the line it would all go wrong.

norway thin

Saying Thank You

Your donation of $3 will encourage me to continue in my creative efforts.

$3.00

Life Changes

Life Changes

cloud world

I had a sleepless night.

And I have made 147 changes in my life.

loti notice 01

I didn’t make them all last night.

Because I couldn’t sleep I got thinking.

It is true, I totted them up.

I suppose it all started when I stopped smoking.

Over this long long winter, I have made changes in my life, lots of them.

147 in total.

Well, since the end of summer actually.

sky ana

Some were quite important and some were quite minor; some would seem major to others and were minor and simple to me while others would be straight forward to many and were really major to me.

Like changing my phone, a real big thing to me and took ages to get round to.

Another big one was getting the hang of being brave enough to talk on the phone to strangers – a real biggy that.

From stopping taking sugar in my coffee to planning to move, I’ve made changes.

I’ve joined a society, been honest with myself for the first time truly. I have been honest to others. I have proclaimed. This is who I am and this is how much I want to help others. I have fallen in love (ah, nothing new there then).

I have severed ties with the damaging and draining. I have found time for old friends and rekindled loving connections which I had gradually isolated myself from. I have made new friends, in some exciting new circles and with a vastly wide set of skills and interests.

Learning to be alone and to experience and grow and be content come along in there somewhere too.

There’s been lots of healthy stuff, new items of diet, developing a revolutionary daily health tonic, hitting habits and slowly becoming healthier, even a couple of physical routines.

I have discovered we are fourth dimensional beings, developed distance healing, meditation, even looked at my connection to the global consciousness.

I have, wait for it, engaged a team to work full time to further my political objectives – no really.

I have been to lectures, learnt skills, been on a course, cooperated in cooperative courses, benefitted from informal ad hock training.

I have engaged, artists, composers, learnt to rap, lots of new skills, learnt software, net skills, design, PR skills, – I am an editor.

I have changed my job and my way of working, worked on increasing my income, lowering my outgoings, developed a pension plan.

I am better equipped for travel, for outdoor pursuits, and for personal survival.

Exciting new job opportunities are set in process in, another town, another country and across the world.

There are plans on where to live; with another, in a creative commune, in a historic setting, in another town, in another country and / or closer to loved ones.

I am developing a mobile workstation – Spendlow Studios, and contemplating a nomadic life.

I am recording, filming, drawing, setting up Spendlow TV.

I have developed a new way to tell ghost stories, a new form of storytelling and completely re-envisioned the Viking belief system.

me telling 01

I have co-wrote with children, worked on songwriting, skaldic verse and I have proclaimed a king.

(Quick rethink – no, three new physical exercise routines in total, not including producing more of my own food naturally.)

sea king

I have learnt to write blogs which, although true, seem unbelievable and make the reader wish to know more. *Sly smile*.

Cooperative, creative, pro rata profit shares are the fulfilling way forward.

147 changes.

So, have I become that ‘better person’?

Ah,

It was a long sleepless night.

I also thought of 47 things I need to change.

What are they?

You will have to wait till my next sleepless night to find out.

Saying Thank You

Your donation of $3 will encourage me to continue in my creative efforts.

$3.00