It was with great pleasure we entertained our colleagues from the Margate Journeys with “The Waste Land” Research Group on Saturday 17th November 2018. Many aspects are the same with the two exhibitions, in Turner Contemporary and the Herbert Art Gallery & Museum, celebrating shared responses to the artworks. There was interesting discussion as to the difference in the hang, and how some works were enhanced by their position or juxtaposition with other works. Some of Coventry’s additions were met with surprise and delight with Margate noting the change of emphasis to our themes of Fragmentation and Journeys and reference to Coventry.
It is an emotional farewell to Journeys with “The Waste Land”, a mixture of sadness at its passing and pride in the achievement in both venues. The legacy will continue in some form or another, the walking group and book group amongst others are still meeting in Margate, and the Coventry Research Group are keen to continue meeting and sharing experiences in whatever form that may be.
The blog will continue for a while yet, so we can share the photographs of the events, comments and reviews of the exhibition. If you have anything you would like to share please make contact.
The last event is our celebration to which you are all invited, and a few tickets remain!
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME!
Our journey’s ended! Celebration! Party! Quiz!
Sun 25th Nov, 6pm
Episode Hotel: 64 Upper Holly Walk, Leamington Spa, CV32 4JL, Leamington Spa
Teams of 6 for the Quiz (we can team you up with others on the night)
£6 per person (to include tapas)
Join us for the end of the Journeys with “The Waste Land” project! Not a Burial of the Dead, but a Celebration of the project with a Party, Poems and a Quiz including
Tapas, a Bar and great company!
Booking highly recommended; go to: Hurry up Please It’s Time!
An independent related event inspired by Journeys with “The Waste Land”, an exhibition at the Herbert Art Gallery & Museum, Coventry, 15 September – 18 November 2018.
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;
Departed, have left no addresses.
By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept…
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
What shall I do now? What shall I do?”
“I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
“With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?
“What shall we ever do?” (lines 132-133)
Shantih Shantih Shantih