Thursday, April 18, 2019

Exhibition of texts on Parish Closes

Guimiliau

EXHIBITION April 29- May 17 at SUR LA ROUTE, Huelgoat
Opening event: May 4, 3pm

I am exhibiting creative texts - together with photos by Candy Blackham - on the theme of the Parish Closes in northern Finistere. These extraordinary religious ensembles renowned for their architecture and art deserve to be better known. They are also revealing of the particular social and economic history of the region.
There are 12 texts, with French translations, including a visual display of a close in words. The following are short extracts from what are much longer texts that obviously need to be read in entirety for best effect and all the intricacies of sound and structure.

Extract from Text 4: Ossuary - Bone House

end flakes
darling dust
not so
continuous

stone speaks
the dead words
memento mori

talking of bones

Extract from Text 5: Calvary – a tiered response

And those women: Mary sweetly holds her baby’s foot as they flee. Magdalena grieves at the base of the cross. Mary Stuart’s hat is there. Veronica and the hologram handkerchief. Those are the good roles, mothers and mourners. Not like Katell Gollet, dragged down to hell for liking a drink and a dance. Watch out, girls.
 
Bodilis
Extract from Text 10: Bits about Bits

Enclosure: determining wall, shaping the truth. Keeps faith in and the ungodly out, likewise dogs, chickens and pigs.  Pagans manage to squeeze through. Defining space and temptation, ritual containment. Descendant of cairns and alignments.

Extract from Text 12: Faith is

FAITH is glue, sticking together.
FAITH is an almost forever.

FAITH is illusion, but one bright and gilded.
FAITH is for the weak and deluded.

FAITH is trust in bones and blood.
FAITH is no protection from flood.
Sizun
Look forward to seeing friends and followers at some point during the course of the exhibition.



4 comments:

Lucy said...

Looking forward to seeing it too, what an appetising taster!

Didn't know about poor Katell, reminds me of one of the sombre warnings Tom grew up with: you can dance your way into hell but you can't dance your way out of it!

(Also a quip from Pat Boone, of all people, that the church he grew up in was so strict, you weren't allowed to have sex standing up in case someone thought you were dancing!)

WM said...

That's very funny. Even in the 1950s/60s priests in Léon were trying to stop 'belly to belly' dancing... maybe still now ;-)

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WM said...

Thanks to all the many people who came to the exhibition and extra thanks to those who took the time to write to me about the texts.I am so glad people seemed to enjoy this aspect of my work. Now, back to books...