Relegated Areas

Originally posted on Time's Flow Stemmed:

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For me parks are good when first of all, they’re not impeccable, and when solitude has appropriated them in such a way that solitude itself becomes an emblem, a defining trait for walkers, sporadic at best, who in my opinion should be irrevocably lost or absorbed in thought, and a bit confused, too, as when one walks through a space that’s at once alien and familiar. I don’t know if I should call them abandoned places; what I mean is relegated areas, where the surroundings are suspended for the moment and one can imagine being in any park, anywhere, even at the antipodes. A place that’s cast off, indistinct, or better yet, a place where a person, moved by who knows what kind of distractions, withdraws, turns into a nobody, and ends up being vague.

My Two Worlds
Sergio Chejfec (trans. Margaret B. Carson)

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BARRIERS AND DEAD END.PHOTO POST. BY STEVEN BENSON

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BIENNIAL(CONTD)INDEPENDENTS:”NOT DARK YET”(PAUL MELLORS),GOSTINS.BY STEVEN BENSON.

I rather liked these:a contrast of dark colours and themes; and bright colours and themes

menacing wavy lines; what lies beneath?

menacing wavy lines; what lies beneath?

 

The spectator?

The spectator?

Lovely landscape;a sort of Klimt feel:)

Lovely landscape;a sort of Klimt feel:)

 

FROM DARK INTO LIGHT

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Whats on that seat?

Whats on that seat?

CONFINEMENT.THE KEY(S).LIVERPOOL PICTON LIBRARY EXHIBITION.POETRY AND PROSE. BY STEVEN BENSON.

Its so

THEM and

Us;

CONFINED, in an

Exhibition

Of

Frozen

Keys.

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Obviously, this is not (just) about keys, literally. Keys seemed a symbol for MY confinement within my illness; though I have done my best to re-invent myself and keep as much freedom as I (realistically) can.

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The man said

“Don’t touch the

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Which made me

Feel

Imprisoned

Even

MORE.

Why did he

Say that?

(I had not

Tried to touch

Them);

People KNOW

You do not

Touch

Exhibits

In

Galleries).

Then he spoke:

I thought,

As if

To say,

Do not

Talk or

Even whisper

In this

Repressed

Whispering

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Trapped in time(I feel, can’t/do not want -quite- to articulate, verbally,what I mean……..)

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Again, behind the symbolism of the key(s), the beautiful but archaic clock, the whispering(the silence, otherwise; ENFORCED) lies my baggage of repression, resentment of homophobia(internalised, particularly then, in the 80s), a lot of it connected with silent stuffy libraries. Rules, confinement, telling me how to be (heterosexual/”normal”).

So the key which is, now, the way OUT(sorry re the clichéd symbolism and metaphor!):….IMG_4968

I feel fairly free, however, in the NEW aery library:”that was then…. this is now”.

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So, it’s upto ME to keep unlocking the doors, with MY key. I enjoy that part of the library I re-claim:reclaim for NOW/TODAY; and remember that I am a new self-made person and most of the internalised homophobia has gone now, (though the illness remains). This NOT the Hugh Owen Library at Aberystwyth in 1982; it is Liverpool Central Library -AND myself- re-invented, for 2014; so I can unlock the doors of painful memories and let the light in.:)

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PS. Photography was allowed!

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See also this posthttp://towardsutopia.wordpress.com/2013/05/25/the-new-central-libary-liverpool-impressionsramblings-and-more-linksintra-textualities-by-steven-benson/

 

 

BIENNIAL, POST 3. I CURATE MY OWN BIENNIAL OF QUIRKY LIVERPOOL PHOTOGRAPHS AND THE NON RE-USE OF UNUSED SPACES.BY STEVEN BENSON

Grim; this was the official Independents Biennial; "The Brink"

Grim; this was the official Independents Biennial; “The Brink”

Who has the power to curate?

Musical Lampshade, Mello Mello; this is certainly art!

Musical Lampshade, Mello Mello; this is certainly art!

Notice of closure

Notice of closure. You can see the famous spectres of Bold Street; remember, this shop was the ghostly remains of Cripps dressmakers

 

What will happen to this beautiful former Bookshop, ex Waterstones, Bold Street

What will happen to this beautiful former Bookshop, ex Waterstones, Bold Street

There, once, was the cute Costa Coffee, in former Waterstone's, Bold Street

There, once, was the cute Costa Coffee, in former Waterstone’s, Bold Street

 

Typing misty, time-ridden scripts, Mello Mello

Typing misty, time-ridden scripts, Mello Mello

The reeling of time has stopped here; but it reels ruthlessly outside this tape recorder, Mello Mello

The reeling of time has stopped here; but it reels ruthlessly outside this tape recorder, Mello Mello

Why isn't this in the Official/Indie Biennial?;street art, Slater Street

Why isn’t this in the Official/Indie Biennial?;street art, Slater Street

Rural, with urban intervention

Rural, with urban intervention

Mello Mello; open for a few more months; what then?

Mello Mello; open for a few more months; what then?

BIENNIAL 2014, post 2.BLACK.(The ex trade Union centre, continued) BY STEVEN BENSON

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BIENNIAL 2014,POST 1:THE EX TRADE UNION CENTRE:RE-USING OLD SPACES?.BY STEVEN BENSON

once ornate stairwell

once ornate stairwell

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The air of a disused psychiatric hospital

The air of a disused psychiatric hospital

Says it all

Says it all

Get your head OUT of the clouds and rescue me

Get your head OUT of the clouds and rescue me

 

This building is being temporarily re-used and that is better than nothing; the artistic part of me says, fab; but the political part says it is a crying shame that such a beautiful, ornate, historically diverse(in its useage)building is sinking slowly into decrepitude(exemplified in these captures). It is great,artistically, to say the art reflects back on the disused space; but in 3 and a half months it will be shut up again and derelict, left to rot.

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I felt especially sad as it was in this trade Union Centre in 1988 or 1989 that myself as part of a group of lgbt activists successfully persuaded the Centre to include sexual orientation in their Equal Opportunities Policy; and I used the libray there(:

Doorways to nowhere now except yet another Biennial "lets temporarily re-use derelict space and comment on how art mirrirs/is part of reality but do nothing permanently re the spaces themselves" type exhibition, beautiful, artistically, though it be

Doorways to nowhere now except yet another Biennial “lets temporarily re-use derelict space and comment on how art mirrors/is part of reality but do nothing permanently re the spaces themselves” type exhibition, beautiful, artistically, though it be

Trade Union, workers unite, art still mainly intact

Trade Union, workers unite, art still mainly intact

 

Never mind the art; rescue this building

Never mind the art; rescue this building

 

bare shelves set the scene

bare shelves set the scene

Needs more than a dehumidifier

Needs more than a dehumidifier

Like an old abandoned hotel of echoing empty corridors; another liminal space; what has been

Like an old abandoned hotel of echoing empty corridors; another liminal space; what has been

 

This has become a polemical lament; the art was good and quirky;but, time after time, the Biennial, for 2-4 months, has had a spectral re-inhabitation of these forlorn spaces, with NO political message that they should be re-vitalised; they are NOT just an artwork (in themselves) they are spaces that should be funded to be used AGAIN and properly, permanently occupied; the art is a good interim measure-it is SOME useage; perhaps I am being unfair on the Official Biennial; perhaps it is,partly, making my point for me, that these beautiful spaces are cruelly abandoned. I have negelected the art-work itself, but, on reflection, feel too sad to celebrate its beauties

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