The Glass Town

Fresh raw materials melted in crucible

Working average 16 hours a day Temperature extremes

A chair of five blokes include first gaffer sat in his chair

Second gatherer takes glass gather on his blowing iron out

white heat furnace hole

Gather becomes gob

Glass gob rolled on marver smooth iron or stone slab roll removes air bubbles passed to third a blower either free blows or blows into mould bottle body shape

Fourth bloke attaches pontil an Iron bar onto bottle base uses wetter off a soaked strip of wood applies a drop of water snaps glass off blowing iron

soft glass on pontil Passed to gaffer Gaffer keeps bottle turning on his chairs flat arms stops glass collapse

Gaffer trims, finishes neck adds string rim adds any seal

Fifth assistant boy Inserts iron rod in bottle mouth

Gaffer applies flash of water snaps off pontil that leaves pontil mark on bottle base.

Finished bottle taken to lehr for annealing

Boys dip end blowing irons and pontils in water tank remove moils waste glass

working ends of irons placed in furnace gathering hole heat up for next gather.

Bosses expected team produce 150 bottles an hour.

glass bottles furnace fumes made black glass colour

Heraldic glass blower

Invisible Garden (Ongoing series about ignored but business maintained edges)

without second glance grass, rushed passed to reach a car. Regularly mown. White feather bone between brown blades twitches

Industrial Estate herbaceous plot client/employee pleasant, cans caught by 2 shrubs. No flowers, yellow provided by weed.

Invisible Garden: car park grass, daisies tiny suns, yellow splashes among sunburnt brown, new green, tab ends, grass explores beyond border

Wombwell Days

Hand rolled half smoked white tab ends decorate pavement, road outside a terrace:  random fortune telling sticks

 Behind bus stop sharp fresh cut wheat field tossed crushed empty beer cans, discarded pizza boxes: harvest.

Metal hanging basket black bin bag carpeted weedfull nailed beside front door Green tulip bulbs in bakers window

washing lines strung between house and back fence yellow, blue, red plastic washing pegs at intervals: ready

Between houses white scratched wooden panelled door leans against one wall no door handles: one door closes

Warm Summer rain green bubbled hole top green recycling bin, rusty six inch nail outside broken gate: a to do?

Broken glass gleam on verges brick wall bottom green spaces between roads, glinting like children’s cut fingers.

Harry And Modern Parlance

Harry wants to be a celebrity. Tried to make a sex tape last night but the tape got screwed. Damn 1970s video machine. Says prefer Blu Ray.

Harry wanted to make a death tape, but didn’t know anybody as died. His death was foretold but could not remember by who. Took a selfie.

Day photobomb went off, Harry was in the stalls. Explosion took him by surprise. He expected to die, as foretold, enjoyed fame instead.

 

The Wire Drawing Town

Wadsley and Attercliffe forges

bundle Iron/steel rods
arrive on cart

to Jumble Lane, near

May Day Green

Heat under charcoal pit
till red hot

Hammer
Take away angles,
lengthen,
round it

Wire Drawer gets paid
‘for meking oyles’

Draw
wire through largest
tapering hole
in Wortle plate

Make it finer
by a Dog
heavy tool
via wheels and cranks

Watch speed of pull
Wortle plate held by tongs

Anneal
heat rod then cool
remove scaling

to fit through wortle plates
smaller, smaller holes

finer, finer, finer

fine wire fish hooks, watch springs
needles

hard wire for cotton/woolcard teeth,
riddles, sieves

The Winter Form

November evening exile ice Bristol park edge wooden form three pairs of clothes newsprint warmth only Mirror cloth against cold hunger eats bones

No rent

Purple finger ends veins icy twitch bad blood his mother said

No job.

Winters’ park form edge is razor thought takes empties pockets, sparkling fluff elastic band broken biro no cold coin disgrace.

This is not a poem about park life on a winter form
These are not words about not being able
This is not about lack of power

 

 

 

The Desiccated Bus Shelter

as a poem

Desiccated Bus Shelter is ideal on your cereal in the morning. It gives renewed energy, vigour and hope.

Desiccated Bus Shelter on your lunch,
gives that extra kick to continue the day,
enabling you to punch through to days end with a feeling of real achievement.

Desiccated Bus Shelter as an accompaniment to your evening meal encourages restful winding down of a days labour, relaxation and repose.

as a political/artistic statement

For those who feel modern politics is ineffective, Desiccated Bus Shelter: reshuffling the Shelters glass is a more effective communicator.

Desiccated Bus Shelter: And if not political, then because they can, like Hillary and Everest. It makes you proud to be British.

Desiccated Bus Shelter: an art event, a happening, a situationist response to geographical stimulus. A radical take on the objects purpose.