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A creative on stage performing

i went on a recent trip across london to a theatre space in battersea power station called ‘arches lane theatre.’ it was a small stage under railway arches. the journey took about an hour during a day with no piccadilly line and a bus strike. but i still made the journey as the event was a preview show for a comedians tour that i liked. whilst there i looked around the battersea shopping centre. rows of shops that you could get anywhere in an impressive hall. i ate a meal at one of the many restaurants and grabbed a coffee at one of the many cafes. all good.

the show was great and a bargain for ten pounds. but a shadow was hanging over the evening. the theatre was going to close to be replaced by another restaurant. the theatre folk didn’t want to leave and had started a petition to wandsworth council. following the no notice decision. yet again we are going to lose an important space. when councils or authorities or management come to these decisions it is always for short-sighted reasons. they think: we can make more money doing a restaurant than having a theatre. they do not see they will remove the reason for me going there. that a restaurant will lose a group buying a meal. a cafe will lose people buying coffees. my reason for crossing london to go to battersea would have gone. i have theatres nearer me and there are restaurants aplenty. the shopping experience i can get many other places closer to me. my journeys to battersea will come to an end.

but it is not just the financial impact closing a small theatre can have on an area. there is another impact as well. it impacts up-and-coming creatives, performers, artists. when starting out they need these smaller venues to try out their material and see if it works. provide an opportunity to develop a show and refine skills. smaller venues are more affordable in a time when government continues to underfund the arts despite the money the creative industry brings to gdp. quite often creatives are producing shows at loss. they are funding the work through other day jobs. they make the art despite the lack of support. what do we the punter get? we get to see new and emerging talent. maybe something no one else is yet doing. even possibly a new star in the making. but all of this will be lost if small venues continue to close due to short-sighted authorities.

i manage a bookshop and small arts events space. we can hold about an audience of thirty. the premises are run as a cooperative and we go out of our way to support creatives who want to develop a show. we are always willing to listen to an idea. we dont make a lot of money out of it. we do it because such spaces are important. not just for us but for future creatives. for everyone.

a psychogeography of turnpike lane

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in the summer of 2023, during the haringey arts festival, i got involved with a writing project. the idea was to map the psychological reaction to local area in turnpike lane, london through pieces of poetry and prose. we spent an afternoon exploring and writing about the local area.

writers ventured out. made notes. then sat and scribbled a piece or pieces of writing. what resulted was a collection of work that spoke of different roads, shops, buildings, or journeys.

after some editing and compiling by clever people, a book was born. some abstract illustrations were added to accompany the work, and a year late the book was launched in london.

i attended a launch in the all good bookshop which is right in the heart of turnpike lane. extracts were read, discussion took place, plans were made, and whiskey dunk.

friday 20th september sees us at the magnificent st mary’s tower in hornsey to promote the book. it promises to an atmospheric evening of celebration, laughter, and possibly intrigue.

moment 24

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the sky is so dark here. real dark. not like the dark of the city which is like a deep, dark blue. illuminated by the streetlights. the lights of shop windows, offices, apartments. the lights of cars going somewhere, quick and fast. a blur of light up from the city, into the sky, making it dark day. the sky is never black in the city. just the colour of uniform. the stars lost, devoured, consumed by the city life. florescent lights are our wonder now. laser lights across the sky, picking out buildings. no room for shadows. nests are filled with birds with insomnia. tablets on a branch. if only we could sleep. the streetlight flickers. blink on. blink off. blink on. turning backs to the light. but here it is real dark. black of soul dark. reaper cowl dark. even trees become invisible. you have to sense them. sound echoes in its closeness. it touches the ground. spreads. over every blade of grass until all are nothing. a void. a board to be chalked upon. above are shapes i had forgotten. shapes like stars. pinpoints of white in the sky.

falling

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writing is hard. and life gets in the way. i had the day planned. a few household chores. iron a few items for work. clear the table. write. re-write the chapter i’ve been failing to write for two months. but then life sends a curve ball. your path gets skewed. the odd jobs take longer. your mind won’t settle. won’t clear. too focused on the tomorrow. too focused on the before. no space for the now. you become exhausted by it all. the pressure on the self. mind blocks. you are prevented from getting into the creative zone. the point where your mind wanders, creates, imagines. plays games. instead you are stuck in reality. concrete grey blocks surround you. blind your vision. a single tone of grey.

anyway. it’s been one of those days. i got no writing done.