sunnuntai 5. lokakuuta 2014

Back to Helsinki

Whoa, the last few days have been amazing but exhausting! So many interesting people and presentations, and such wonderful poems! We've updated photos of the caches to our previous post, and here are pictures of what we found in them on yesterday evening when we went to collect them. We've also transcribed them as best as we could, although some words remain a bit mysterious. 

All in all, the poems managed to catch a glimpse of the themes and the atmosphere of the symposium's programme in each venue.

In Contemporary the day was filled with papers and discussion with different approaches to dialogue, and the poets seemed to have been a bit overwhelmed. There was even a separate note added to the cache's poem, apparently written already during a lecture. 

"Artists wobble our sense of connections!
The wind blows away our sense of directions
Glimpsed lace
Gold cladded walls.
My inner voice babbles incoherently.
Too right it does"

"Found Poetry Day 1 (Free poetry)
There is no self outside the other

Unclench yourself from very
traditional notions of

Find your radical interiority

Arse, cocksucker, minger, whore!
Fucking good
and in globish

We talk with tenderness
Wounds response-ive
Mostly women
Mostly listening

Drawing upon drawing
Wobbling people's sense of 

Great teachers who left us alone."

In Backlit the programme was more loose, containing performances, dinner and many interesting conversations. The bar was open as well, which was also reflected to the cache poem: it was playful, yet highflown and even philosophical.

"Ford Focus yellow line
shadow lamp o brother
Focus your eyes on the prize
The classic touch before your eyes
80's power ballad
Greek salad

We roam this touchwood world
which forms the roof of hell
admiring flowers
The only people are the right people
We know!

Full up
Full up
What did they
- say.
Echo women
- I loved you"

In Primary there were so many interesting workshops going on during the whole day, that the poem caching couldn't engage as many participants as in the other venues, but in the end, a few lines of a poem had appeared in the Primary's cache as well.

"Cold conspiracy, 
that's how it's going to be.
Not going to give the game away.
In the dark there was 
nothing we could see.
Help came to us and saved the day."

Today the poems were supposed to be presented at the symposium's farewell brunch, which we unfortunately missed. We've been promised a documentation of it though! Looking forward to seeing it... Thank you Nottingham, this was fun!

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