LUCK’S WEIGHT: how a residency turned into an exhibition and a poetry pamphlet

My residency at Acton Scott was a real joy.  I met so many knowledgeable and wonderful people – those who worked there, and those who visited.  Over 100 poems were written about the farm during those four months.  Over 20 poets came back to the farm to perform their work to an audience of over 50 at the end of the project.  And we all had cream tea.

My collaboration with photographer Andrew Fusek Peters began by chance during the residency, but Luck's Weight Launch Andy & Jean bestdeveloped into the touring exhibition Luck’s Weight, which was available to the public throughout much of 2015 in The Shropshire Hills Discovery Centre, Craven Arms; Wenlock Poetry Festival; Ludlow Library; Shrewsbury Museum & Art Gallery; Oswestry Library.

We also published a poetry pamphlet, Luck’s Weight, the first print run of which has completely sold out, so we’ve just done another one (summer 2016) – contact me here if you’d like a copy!

Luck's Weight pamphlet

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‘Luck’s Weight’ exhibition opens January 2015

So happy that the ‘Luck’s Weight’ exhibition of poems and photos is taking shape – its first outing will be in January 2015.

JEAN ATKIN

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LUCK’S WEIGHT, an exhibition of my poetry and the beautiful photographs of Andrew Fusek Peters, will open in January 2015.  Its very first outing will be at the beautiful Shropshire Hills Discovery Centre in Craven Arms.

The poems are from from my residency earlier this year at Acton Scott Historic Working Farm.  I wrote about the working horses, the ancient breed of Silver Dorking hens, the blue flax field, the tack room hung with horse collars, the cow shed, the mason bees that live in the old brick walls, the great richness of the farm’s field names and lost green lanes.  Andrew Fusek Peters asked me if he could come and take photographs early one morning, and as a direct result, I wrote Goose Eye, and he came back again to take more photographs.  Andrew is a hugely talented photographer already making a name for himself (as well…

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Inspiring creativity: Poetry on the Farm

10 Luck's WeightWell, this lovely residency is at an end, at least in its wellies-in-the-midden phase of being actually on the farm and making poetry with people.  Thank you so much, all the staff at Acton Scott, Arts Council England and Shropshire Council, all the poets and visitors – and all of you who’ve read and followed and supported this blog.

I’m really delighted to say that the residency has been featured as a case study on Arts Council England’s website – click here.

And the beautiful photographs taken by Andrew Fusek Peters, and my own poems about Acton Scott, are, we hope, to become a touring exhibition called ‘Luck’s Weight’.

‘no longer the celebrity rock pig’…

Oh, but the poems are still coming in!  I’m enjoying them!

The Half-And-Half Pig

The Half-And-Half Pig

Here’s a beauty from Meg Cox, about That Pig, and the passage of time.

 

 

 

 

 


Half and Half Pig

When I first saw a photo of him
the piglet half Old Spot

and half Tamworth,
divided, one end of each,

cradled in a man’s arms,
he was a star already,

had attracted visitors,
been oohed over, gone viral.

When I saw him for real he was older
and he didn’t look quite so special,

blending with his siblings,
no longer the celebrity rock pig.

When I last asked after him
I was answered with a farmer’s shrug.

Meg Cox

and this one:

Agricultural machinery draws my focus,
the craftsmanship of shape.
The pumpkin, orange cart
with scalloped undercarriage
and devilled forked hinges.

A slight bow on the upper ridge,
Paintwork framed in thick, black lines.
I think not of the work of this cart
Horse drawn and hard,
only of the shape and colour.

Nina Lewis

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‘I sink into the hammock by the haystack./ This is the life.’

Now you’re halfway through ‘Poems for the Farm’.  There now follows an interval of the most moist, fruity scones, dark red bowls of Acton Scott strawberry jam, with whole fruits bobbing lusciously – and towering dishes of rich whipped cream…

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We piled on the cream…

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Cream Tea queue at ‘Poems for the Farm’

 

 

 

 

 

 
Then more poetry…

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Andrew Fusek Peters read: ‘Jackdaw handle hinge of the world…’

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I read: ‘He talks of haymaking/ and June storms,/ of the lightning-struck horses/ out in the open.’

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Mike Turner read his son Oliver’s poem. Oliver is 15, a poet, but away at a drama rehearsal.

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Steve Harrison read: ‘Wireless chickens/ pecking, preening,/ just solar-powered.’

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Nadia Kingsley read: ‘His bottom/ curves, in delicate fashion; his anus/ twitches; his lower jaw swings…’

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Liz Roberts read: ‘He half turns his head,/ and through his whiskers whispers:/ ‘I miss the sea, the hiss and sucking sound…’

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Adrian Perks reads: ‘I sink into the hammock by the haystack./ This is the life. My girl by my side./ At night we lie together under stars…’

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Helen Paris reads: ‘Green smothers black as/ the sun, weak for so long,/ pulses and warms.’

 

‘Roman hens of Dorking/ those blue hills/ and Charlie’

Today over 40 poets and lovely attentive audience members turned up on a hot, humid afternoon to take part in ‘Poems for the Farm’.  It was the culmination of my three month residency at Acton Scott Historic Working Farm – and it was great!  Some 20 poets came along to read, and they generously read  work too from poets who couldn’t be here today.

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Here are the first readers, all ready to go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Meg Cox reads: ‘clumps of black suckling pigs/ leggling lambs/ a water of ducks/ and Charlie…’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Frank reads: ‘the ducks’ green heads, their orange feet/ a drop of brown pond water/ a goose with his head in a bucket…’

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I read for Jacob: ‘Piglets/ their little noses/ their hunger/ their curly tails’…

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Julia Dean Richards reads: ‘Then trudge up the cock-crowing nature-knowing tractor track…’

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Peter Holliday reads: ‘He’s been docking mangolds/ From dawn to dusk:/ In rain, in sleet, in icy cold…’

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Paul Francis reads: ‘Just take a pen, and have a go, she said./ It seemed so innocent. Give it a try./ And that was all it took for me to write/ the words I never knew were in my head.’

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Nina Lewis reads: ‘The pumpkin, orange cart/ with scalloped undercarriage/ and devilled forked hinges.’

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Colin Fletcher reads: ‘Viewers will remember only that wise head/So steady on its saucer of winged collar.’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time for cream teas and Richard's squeezebox!

Time for cream teas and Richard’s squeezebox!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hanging up the bunting for ‘Poems for the Farm’…

The New Barn is all ready for tomorrow’s final event!

The New Barn at Acton ScottAndrew Fusek Peters appeared with a huge box of photographs, and I set out my poems on boards next to them to make a preview of our exhibition ‘Luck’s Weight’, inspired by the Farm.

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Setting up our Exhibition: ‘Luck’s Weight’.

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Setting up our Exhibition: ‘Luck’s Weight’.

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Setting up our Exhibition: ‘Luck’s Weight’.

The cream teas are ordered: home-made scones, and strawberry jam made from strawberries ‘scuffled’ here on the Farm by none other than Dusty the donkey with his little harrow.

And I have a long list of 20 readers, each of whom has visited the Farm, actually or virtually, and written a poem for this special place.  Over 50 people tell me they’re coming!  I’m hugely looking forward to welcoming them.