Gateshead • England

this place feels chilly

with the wind rustling in the leaves

    layers of movement and sound

changing constantly

like a cathedral

very loud

    forests are meant to be without humans

    so this is too loud

the feather drifts in the wind

detrius from a flight of fancy now ended       

frail snail

shard of bowl

will [we] survive in this place

or be trampled underfoot?

[our] final resting place

 

the trees and [us], we create

our own symphony together

    [we] grew up playing in forests like these

it's technically [our] territory

brown, green, blue and white

feet, some   slowly   wondering

some eagerly stomping

    sticks and stones

fallen from trees  

    tools for playing

the smell of the river

the voice of the leaves

the beauty of

    [our] long-lost home

 

like sharing with a group of unknown people

    as [we] pass by here year after year

    [we] see things change

and build connections

    with what [we] already know

and what [we] [are] yet to discover

 

the other way around is much more fun though

    [we] may sting at first sight but

once [we] get aquainted

    [we’ll] share [our] calming, healing nature

[we were] taken by the wind

metaphorically + physically

that stopped my dance

but allowed the little animal to wander

bumblebees appear

wherever stories of them are told

a chiffchaff sings their own name

always an introduction

are they maybe one in the same

different sides depending on the scenario?

 

burn something down and

let everybody in the city see the smoke

but we need to obey the rule

we need to care

 

keep silent and listen just to the wind

and all other sounds that could come

from the place and surroundings

    this feeling brings together

 

we need to help each other grow &

protect ourselves

& order uber eats

 

and like a bird flying from branch to branch

    coming and going when they want

    and the wind is there

[who] touches everybody

 

things make

fresh environment


Authors

A collaborative place-based story from Gateshead Riverside Park, transcribed here as crafted and captured in place during the Memory Studies Association 7th Annual Conference, on Monday 03 July 2023, between 14:00 and 16:00 BST, by Dina Abdelsalam, Molly Anderson, Niki Black, Lotte Dijkstra, Gianluca Fantoni, Kristina Gedgaudaite, Karma Kong, Eva Kwakman, C. Christina Lam, Javier Lizarzaburu, Agnes Malmgren, Timothy Martin, Ana María Rabe, Esther Schoorel, Jeanne-Ange Wagne, Chu Xu, Sharona Zilbershtein, Maria Zirra and the more-than-human beings and vibrant matterings present.

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HERE, NOW

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SO MUCH IS FAMILIAR

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EVEN THE UNFAMILIAR CAN BECOME FAMILIAR

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TO CONNECT WITH EACH OTHER AND THIS PLACE, WE...

| HERE, NOW | SO MUCH IS FAMILIAR | EVEN THE UNFAMILIAR CAN BECOME FAMILIAR | TO CONNECT WITH EACH OTHER AND THIS PLACE, WE...

For a moment, we allowed ourselves to experience this urban forest place. We investigated the more-than-human connections in and with the urban forest of Gateshead, using our bodies, personal stories, and collaborative place-based explorations. During and after each prompt, we record our responses. This is the urban forest story we uncovered.


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