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Friday January 25, 2019
Friday January 25, 2019
Friday December 7, 2018
Three creatives in the fields of writing and visual art, Arnold Thomas Fanning, Sara Baume and Eoghan O’Driscoll, discuss their experience and thinking on the links between creativity and mental illness, and how one impinges on the other in the context of their work practice and disciplines. The conversation facilitated by Claire Hennessy will include but not be limited to topics such as what it means to create art about mental illness, the benefits of art, and the line between the therapeutic and therapy.
Songwriting workshop (free but online registration essential)
Singer songwriters Fiona Hannon (aka Darwin’s Daughter) & Daniel Hertzov come together to help you find the lyrics & melody to express yourself through song. A mix of hands on songwriting and music, the workshop gives you the basics, lets you try it out and gives you practical tips to take away so you can continue at home. Worskhop in English, Russian and Polish.
More information about the festival
Wednesday May 16, 2018
Group work on Triggers, triggers can be hard work so the second part of the session we got creative.
Wednesday March 21, 2018
My mind quickens,
At the sight of the city,
But I am a spacer,
True and true.
Overthinking thinks nothing goes right,
Everyone asks are you ok. But that is the problem,
Why don’t you pour washing up liquid down my throat?
A hundred people ask are you ok?
And what if I don’t say yes?
The rushes and the flowers don’t ask stupid questions,
And they don’t kick you off if you say the wrong thing,
Hello caterpillar! I love you too.
I want everything! I want everyone to love me,
And none of this should happen.
You should not happen.
You have an ignorant mouth.
I am ok. I have passed the test.
But the flowers have no test.
Are you ok? Are you ok? Are you doing the right thing?
I’ll put you in a cage because that’s the only way you do the right thing.
Help me rocks. Help me grass. Help me clouds scurrying across the sky.
Take me away from the judgement.
Take me away from everything being ok.
I shall achieve. Do whatever you say.
I shall rub graffiti off the walls,
I shall sit for your dollar. To buy crap.
Going ok? Everything ok.
On the wrong track? In the wrong ripped up trousers. I am.
Everything revolves around sexuality.
Are you getting it?
I don’t buy this junk. The clouds is all I see. Even when they try to kill me.
Are you at this level? Are you getting cash? Can you throw cash at beggers?
All I want to be is a tramp. A tramp of love that doesn’t judge anyone.
Put anyone on a pedicel.
Caterpillar how are you? I love your empire.
Caterpillar that recognises no farmer. No owner.
No one to lick up to.
I am class. I am taller than you.
I whizz by faster than you.
With my kids. The only ones that get pushed forward.
I want mountain. I want freedom and sheep telling me I am a buchaill Maith.
This is for this that is for that so you get thrills every night.
I am higher. Higher than who? You!
You are scrum.
I am homeless. I am gone beyond help.
I put chlorine in my water up there.
Bye bye caterpillar. Go on your merry way. But don’t curse me caterpillar.
It is the lowly that inherit the earth.
Those who stay friendly to caterpillars.
I’m so big the trees don’t fall on me.
But you know, everyone dies. Everyone. The caterpillar knows that.
Everyone falls to the same level sometime. Everyone lives in the same house.
So don’t mind those clouds. Don’t mind the buses.
How high am I? Higher than you.
But one last thing. Are you getting it? Are you really getting it?