a band of Balkan-music-playing-Belgians wish to make frites - the correct way
Taste the World starts with a series of quests, today I must venture into the a part of the city devoid of homes, beard trimming workshops, and artisan bread shops. I drive my trusty steed deep into the land of wholesale fruit markets, timber yards, metal welders and ... the edible oil depot to collect 20kg of beef dripping
I park alongside a fleet of lorries, buzz a wonky doorbell and am let into the sort of reception area that shouts at you that the entire workforce is male
Scraps of discarded bits of paper decorate the carpet, I wait for a man in wellington boots to process my order, I pay, he disappears then returns with my box of dripping
are you using it to make casts?
today I learn that sculptural casting is a common use for beef dripping
*Taste The World is a kitchen on a stage, musicians come here cook (or direct me to cook) and talk about what they eat back home - click tags beneath this post for previous on this event
between the sinks are small mountains of bosomy torsos and manly sets of legs
phantom limbs stick out - waving or drowning or kicking the air
one of our volunteers inherited the contents of a vintage shop, these mannequins will go in our sensory room
our conversation is overwhelmed by the religious service going on in the care home lounge which is also a coffee shop. The hairdressing salon-slash-office is a glass-walled cube within the lounge-slash-church-slash-coffee shop.
when the congregation shut their eyes in prayer we sneak out to investigate the sensory room
it's along the 'willow' corridor
care homes use plant names so they don't have to say 'dementia' too much, other homes refer to patients with dementia as 'bluebells', the same way some people say 'fudge' instead of other, ruder 'f' words
we stand in the doorway of the sensory room, it's empty except for a row of chairs and a rainbow-coloured-fibre-optic-disco-light
we'll bring in herbs and then people will smell the mint and it'll remind them of sunday roast lamb dinners
I think of the willow people feeling the boobies and manly trunks when the mannequins take up residence
You end up committing yourself to what you are left with Robert Wyatt
I don’t know what I want; I am inconsistent, non-committal, passive; I like the indefinite, the boundless; I like continual uncertainty. Gerhard Richter
A man should swallow a toad every morning to be certain of not encountering anything more disgusting in the course of the day. Nicholas de Chamfort
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