A place where ...

A community space, in the gallery of the Richard Jefferies Museum, where art will be zoomed into YouTube with Babycham, cheese and pineapple, psychedelia, You (as in Tube) and Hilda in one form or another. Sit and read poetry, talk about poetry, write poetry, and perform in front of your friends to the background music of Leo Sayer. Or sit and draw, read anything you like to a selection of 70s hits or the Sound of Silence. This is a project of Poetry Swindon and the Richard Jefferies Museum Trust.

Sunday, 14 February 2016

"Their ears have mice and mice have holes."

"Their ears have mice and mice have holes." Charles Simic.

70s lounges should always include a visit from a Bagpus mouse belonging to poet Elinor Brooks. Janie mouse is as old as the lounge and fitted in a Babycham glass perfectly. 

"When will the lounge be open to the public?" asks Elinor.

    "Mice have holes," I replied. "And so does this lounge." 


    Imagine the above is a mouse hole. I will need to solve this. 

    When am I free to open up the lounge? I am never free, but always open. None of this answers Elinor's question but here's some photos of Janie just to distract her for a few days while I think about the request. 

Janie in Babycham glass
Janie on the couch by disco ball
Janie on the Teasmade hoping for 'Tea Now'
Janie sat by Insurgent Art and David Bowie.'If only those glasses would fit and I could move those bottles .... heave, heave ..."

    If you would like to read the full poem, 'Concerning My Neighbors, the Hittites' by Charles Simic, please go to the Poetry Foundation website here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171691 

"It’s that hum in your left ear, 
A sigh coming from deep within you"

Saturday 13th February and nearly in the lounge

Because every day is like a ski trip—  Kenneth Koch

The lounge is becoming a relaxing space and it held its first visitors like a 60 denier light tan stocking yesterday. Some didn't get any stocking but dreamed about it as Carrie Etter slept on the old couch during her lunch.

"Everything should happen in the lounge," said Stephen Daniels.
"It's like a ski trip in there," I expressed.

Stephen was dreaming of being in the lounge and tries out some of its treasures.

Sam also hoped for a ski trip to the lounge, but the doors were closed and the heating off.

"If only," sighed Sam. "I could just play some Leo Sayer and sip a Babycham" (citation needed)

Carrie awoke but alas, Stephen and Sam had left. "It's cold in there." she shivered. Not even Hot Chocolate would warm her up in the minus two of the Richard Jefferies Museum. 

Ebay frantic hostess me found the perfect heater of lounge dreams and ski trips.

We can't have our great poets cold. It's cold enough out there ...
not all poetry is like a ski trip.

Saturday, 13 February 2016

Sue Bardwell is in the Lounge

On Thursday we set up the lounge. It was all van hire and heavy lifting so I stayed out of it until I could make a cup of tea and put a record on. It is starting to look quite lovely but still needs a few touches. The Rockabilly sofa is still not in situ but we have an old gold sprung back original from my real lounge and I have become the queen of Ebay as stuff arrives daily and I quiz upon why I ordered it, 'was it really that colour?' - that's the 70s.

Artist Sue Bardwell also arrived on Thursday armed with a G Plan magazine rack, a wonderful light shade and and some magnificent art. She really was a great choice for the lounge with her wallpaper hangings of spray paint and flora - amazing!

Saturday, 6 February 2016

Thank you!

In one day, over £450 has been raised. Thank you to all engaging with the project so far.

I have just purchased a Rockabilly Retro Seater Club Sofa Daybed Chaise Bed Couch Vintage 1970s. 

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Coming soon to a devilled egg near you ...

'How strange it was to hear the furniture being moved around in the apartment upstairs!' Kenneth Koch