Loughborough Artspace Poetry

The facilitator for the workshops is Deborah Tyler Bennett

Workshop during the 'I-SPY' exhibition 2004

THURSDAY 1st JULY. 2-4pm. POETRY WORDPLAY
WITH DEBBIE TYLER-BENNETT.
Using 'I Spy at the Gallery' as inspiration, you will first view the exhibits then respond in words, creating poetry based on your experience. Debbie is a lecturer, poet and editor of the periodical 'The Coffee House'. Please bring a notebook and pen.

Workshop during the 'IDENTITY' exhibition 2003

Poetry with Deborah Tyler Bennett
Exploring the theme of Identity using words in this poetry workshop.

Poetry workshop during the 'Deceive' exhibition
Wednesday June 19th 2002

Deceiving Words

A poetry writing workshop
with Deborah Tyler-Bennett.
1.00pm - 3.00 pm.

Poetry workshop with Deborah Tyler-Bennett.

Wednesday 20th June 1pm – 3pm. YEAR 2001

Poetry workshop at the'BIG' exhibition

	June 1999 Art Gallery Poety Workshop. SLOW GROWTH DYING - a tree sculpture. Clever shapes to please, aesthetically taut in space. Well done, congratulations; Connotations of a Japanese style. The sculpture’s form Like a make-shift pair of stocks. A horizontal oar like beam Balancing as a weight; bearing down. Beneath the cross bar A small tree is tied, circle bowed, Tendrils reaching out towards the light. The stress sapped leaves Are dying in the plant’s extremities. The tree desperately needing water, Gasping half alive, Slowly, silently struggling Like Japanese woman’s feet Strapped and bound in small tight shoes. It has no chance. © Chris English SLOW GROWTH DYING

	BEDFORD WOMAN The clothes will be musty, Borrowed, unwashed, not properly pressed. She sits in a sepia underworld: White cotton with yellow stains, Pinched face old-woman brown. I buy her for 75p. The shop owner, with a weary headshake, haggles, but only a little - She’s not worth the effort. She’s not the alderman’s wife, local-girl-makes-good or even nice-to-look-at. Just a life gone past and slipped into pages Of Maurice Walsh or Mary Webb. There’s no name or date or endearment. I guess it’s 1910 By the high hair and collar. After some days, I see ‘Bedford’ Stamped in blotted letters on her faded sleeve. © MARY BYRNE December, 2000

	Peter Matthews And then a photograph amongst several in the back room, that of a turbaned man, only his head above the water. The rule for creating the work was that the first line would be, “I was waiting” and the final line, “this would never be enough.” I cheated slightly having edited. I was watching, all those turbaned heads and steps descending to immerse, observing dhotis floating, those ahead and supplicating chants rise up whilst torch lights double shine on Ganges fine dark peace but I just stare, defensive for my God and half in everlasting doubt, aware again, that this would never be enough. Peter Matthews BOAT