Framed assemblage of found materials that considers how poetry and architecture are interlocking dissident realities that record our experience of the ‘natural world’, and in so doing they can change the way we ‘read’, inviting us to think again about the way we respond to the landscape. The poem takes as its starting point a walk taken some years ago in the Pewsey Vale, Wiltshire and considers the beauty of minutiae and what we, as humans, tend to overlook.
‘the roof the walls
stand dismayed in the
stopped air of the afternoon.
something on a broken wall
a hook of superstition a chrysalis hangs fogged and ditched
deaf in its second skin cleaving the sway of the weather’
extract from Chalked