This session began at Hoffi Koffi with tea, toasties and choc-brownie-milkshakes while we discussed last week’s colour walk and future plans. We love Hoffi Koffi’s ‘pending’ system where you can buy an extra coffee or sandwich to be delivered to homeless people in Wrecsam later in the week.
From there we followed red, making notes in our books before returning to Oriel Wrecsam to start writing a joint poem.
We took inspiration from our colour walk and Metropoetica: poetry and urban spaces: women writing cities:
by Sigurbjörg Prastardóttir
Let me wrap you around me my dear golden city.
Hooded by your northern suburbs I’ll slip out of sight
and land near the river, so quiet today.
Fish like broken flashlights under the water
thrive on the blood of our farthest dreams
separating river from stream,
feet from the bank, the walk from our feet.
Here’s an early draft of ‘Walking on Red’ written by our Explorers:
To start our next urban exploration we looked again to Metropoetica for inspiration:
“A bridge in Ljubljana has just been renamed Japanese bridge by a local girl, because groups of Japanese tourists tend to stop there to take photographs. Another street is Meeting Street, because that’s where she by default has appointments with her friends. On the same map, a local poet has marked the place where he always has coffee and renamed the street Coffee Road.
I’m thinking how I would rename the streets of my city, were I entitled to. Roughly I’m thinking Aragata instead of Skólavörðustígur because my friend Ari runs a photograph shop at the bottom of it. I’d put Flugbraut (Runway) instead of the new Hringbraut, for it has five lanes and looks like an airport, and I’d dub Hafnarstræti as Moroport (Murder Alley). And so on.”*
– Sigurbjörg Prastardóttir
Our Explorers then spent time blanking out the street names on their maps of Wrecsam with strips of paper and glue. For our next session we’ll begin re-naming the streets to suit the associations, memories and experiences we’ve had in those spaces, creating our personal map of the town – our own Handmade City.
Taken from Metropoetica, Poetry and Urban Spaces: women writing cities by: