I call to you hot midday
Join this circle of the turning year
Your burnished red light
Climbing the Southern sky
Bringing blazing fire<
Blessed be the Midsummer
Join this circle of the year
In the fiery wand of midday
I call to you in the South
Hail and welcome
At the height of Summer
What a great feeling to have reached the point in a project when the long nurtured ideas and plans begin to form and take tangible shape in reality.
The progress of the Edgewords Anthology seems to me to be just at that point. The moment when thoughts turn out to be things.
Last Friday we used the workshop to collectively proof read a rough copy of Edgewords Anthology, and at the weekend I reworked the document. I am so grateful to Munizha for working with me to finalise the text.
The proof copy is looking pretty tatty, but quite authentic and very real.
This week I’ve been preparing individualised hardback cases for the contributors (Edgeworders) complimentary copies.
Next Friday’s workshop will be a bookbinding session, we will sew and bind our own personal copy of the Anthology.
Hard back copies, Edgewords Anthology. Bella Basura November 2017.
Today I spent time with my friend, Simon Mullen, at ASH Co-op. We were doing complicated copying things and printing out the content, the innards, the guts of the Edgewords Anthology.
It all went remarkably well, Simon and I seemed to get a system going and produced several dozen copies, pronto!
And so an ephemeral idea steps closer to manifesting materially.
Edgewords Anthology is Launched on 12th January 2018 at The Edge Cafe, Cambridge.
Jean Dark 2017
Thanks to Cambridge City Council, The Edge Cafe and Oblique Arts
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