Didsbury Arts Festival

Didsbury Arts festival is a volunteer led multi arts festival celebrating creative culture in Didsbury, through working with local, national and international artists. 

We are a biennial festival. The next edition will take place from 24th June - 2nd July 2017. The festival theme will be Roots. If you would like to join the 2017 team, please get in touch.

Sean Burn Web

 

Following his performance at the Didsbury Baptist Church on Sunday night, we are pleased to release the full transcript of Sean Burn's what the dusk-eyed fox sees. This is a new piece of experiemental writting about and for Didsbury. It is presented with a soundscape recorded in Didsbury during Sean's short residency in May. Make sure you listen to or read (or both) this unique work that we are proud to been involved in producing.

This can be both viewed below, or downloaded as a pdf here.

Sean has also provided an audio recording of him performing the piece, available on soundcloud here.

 

what the dusk-eyed-fox sees © sean burn 2015

 

assume the world's wealth is in pebbles & leaves

           freely laying there

               on the ground

joanne kyger - summer sorting (from on time. city lights publishers. 2015)

 

 

if a kitsune (japanese for fox) offers a payment or reward that includes money or material wealth, part or all ov the sum will consist ov old paper, leaves, twigs, stones, or similar valueless items under a magical illusion. true kitsune gifts are usually intangibles, such az protection, knowledge, or long life. wikipedia

rain bright thru shine / meadow floods mead / my vixen sharp-ears & coat enflamed / & am blindsided, blood-unbound / brave new, brave new / language clumps & clots to my tongue / lifts some foxiness off this day / haze around my heart so much dew under sun / map some margins / am still predator & prey / my sweat-furred compromise to yr wordage / am in hyper-awe to the lure & law ov land, yrs / this celestial-fox rather than field-fox is birthed under sun & rain / & once in a generation human knowins / yet still fox-magicked / how my power increase / shape-shift - gender-twist - trickster-be / can grant visions even / tho careful what yu ask / & treat us with respect / old times live close with yu humans, yu / now is the return

call me kitsune - dusk-eyed fox / & servant ov edges / edges ov light, edges ov night / ov town & country / ov surfin the didsbury duality / i am the blade, don't lick the blade / look up from slink, see this burger-boy / window ov chalk lickin the blade / boy are they hungry / wolf it down / am no wolf tho plans are afoot to re-wild these into our green & sceptic land / & underhand? / multiple poisonins birds ov prey, moors beyond

my kin walks downin street day election calls / that on yr artery-narrowin viewtube? / fox among the chickens, cat among the pigeons, armadillo among the rednecks / beck & call, love-all / the political pile-up so much roadkill sweet / no goin far az the prodigy's the day is my enemy but ... / dusk is venue for carrion & carry-on / now this kin - fellow red fox, not blue fox / red & black actually, defiant to tip her tail / against downin streets never apologise, never explain / seeks rain to wash her sweat spots off urban grass / the smoked glass s/he walks in / alien worlds ov win or spin / vulpine politics more red than madder / more mad than red

th' honeysuckle hedge ov lapwing lane weaves a heart-edge / heats on / & by the smell out every-door, cookins bein performed / homeless camp central library ov cottonopolis / copper on door / & the quality ov leftovers means economy - even among this leafiness - is still down / wheres parmesan rind? / bacon cracklin crispy? / marrow-fat narrowin arteries not mine for i run, run it off, run / best i get is handful ov fries throw-down fosters by student / slim pickins for this didsbury outlaw / no safety net, all bets off, hear sunsets for sale / after all-else is priced in todays market / play dirty, clean-up, all profits towards a new death-star / yet under pavements the moorland, wetland, spring

hope above experience tattoos neckline / a question-mark az earring / webuydotcom sunjunkiespraytan up window / big-value-s.u.v. aromatic facials in paper / crime & punishment second-hand, only £2.49 & slightly torn / crystal clear waxin to escape / ripped poster on phone-box reads destroy & wages / skin in the game? / skin in the game! / unlock me street-food in the raw / return petals to flower / late sun stitchin the cull to my rough carillon / a hack-barkin cough / from vantage-point to vagabondage - didsbury has my back / don't, wont cut me enough slack / & underneath? / mosaic ov dune, heathland, scrub

am not audrey niffenegger's raven girl / not de lint's crow girls / not leonora carrington's egg or ermine / not gunter grass' flounder / not don marquis' cockroach / not kafka's beetle / not arcimboldo's earth, hunt mouldin to the face & to the chase my ruddiness among that livery / am not herman hesse's steppenwolf / not the werewolf ov london / not norsteins fox / not jiminy-cricket / not mary chase's harvey / nor pippi longstocking's monkey nor her horse / not babi yaga's hut on chicken-legs / am not - usually - a team player / & not chaucer's coal-fox / tho tips my tail & nose are also obsidian / am dusk-daughtered / the musk ov my family across continents / a line ov such blood! floodin yu & yrs / az i raid yr playbook in far-flung, star-stung hack

springheel-jack - yu magpie fellow gleaner ov suburb, nestlins, th' gleam / how yu spark dark az any alpha / rag-robin cling to brick-cracks / wind-toss lovin that bluster ov pink / while blister ov carrier-bag gathers pace down palatine road / its very little helps ending under wheels / such dog-rose entanglin the hundred year library where previous royalists encamped / beneath the pavin slabs my marshland, forest, grit / parliamentarians too / but all that's bust / the general election posters still up / their tickin in wind after heavy roast / never kissed a tory tho i've bared ma teeth at more than a few / thieved their meat too

china miéville's kraken in oxfam / page 116 talks ov secret urban hunts / & would it surprise, aye? an anarchist-acquaint once said / bring fox-hunts back but only for the urban / yu raise a well-waxed eyebrow?! / see that shower - slasher-cameron, slow-boris, armagideon losin all in jeers / my tail - flag brandin air az i outfox, lose & loose them / street on street, the didsbury-indies in ferocious clamour / bangin pots & pans, cheerin me on, hunt truly lost / if only government wz one money couldnt buy / the price ov future shock / ov sutures stocked / wont price me out / don't stare me out

mighty silver birches honour-guard the super-gnarl ov fog lane park / nineteen iron chairs lip-surf audience with horse chestnut / some are break-up seats / others are for the make- up / i've been following yr advice / sung since eight this morning / they're pissed off but it feels great / - did yu get a good lawyer? / this widow puts out bacon buttie daily in paperbag marked fox / glamour myself to fletcher moss pipe-tobacco leaf-mold / last waft ov bluebell whisperin mersey bank / edgelands downstream / to break from pack & free

captain beefheart no snafu, no fol-de-rol / pounds down car-widowed stenner lane / invincible juke-boxins / havin yr rave & eatin it / the czars wore fox furs, look what happened to ... / wont catch my fur, me fury / get in amongst these dream-notes / th' weave across marshy flats / sweet overspill into feral raspberry canes / my tunes the songs ov meaty borders / i don't have to worry about curtains / slatherin, snap-gone, a neat mouthful / & i leave only goldfinch wing / wznt me who air-rifle-pop it / then a squirrel- heart gives out before / take that sweetmeat too / clean up the welcome, lick lips, move on

handful ov brunette blows down barlow moor road / yu humans live by noise such that / i long to hear my own breath, my own breathin / this arc ov life we cleave to / am i the only one not prisoner? / sometime i lie / cheese weddin cakes - purveyors ov fine - & hints ov dark berries / fishmongers work their window / lovers? brothers? / they finish each others sentence / pack fish away / scrub then sluice the slab / my gut - always this growlin & the lights go dark within / but there is not so much az a piece ov tail or fin / i slink

head-over-heels with th' luthier on & ov school lane / cellos from eaves, their strings vibratin wind / this aeolian song-pealin / she saw my ears ridin that wave / long-story-short - we civil-partnership / on to raise our wean like dandelion / thru so many cracks ov city / but the rays ov noise / their spread spoor / bit so much exhaust / all this raze me / beg luthier-she to move from that precise point where chaos congeal / but she roots az habit / suburbs attack - all vulpine i flee / yu may be fox but yu are our weans other mother / come back az yu please / each night sneak to lie her arms / till the heavy tread ov first- lights floorboards sends me flightin

we're all pink-triangled az road-kill on th' inside / our rainbow ribbons - mine ancient song - tear strips from real / why war me thru so many thin hours? / till moon - out & proud - no rhinestone / throws lustre near-everywhere / i stick beyond shadowin / am not yr resistance / am indignado alley-cattin th' water / skirtin playin fields / tithe to this ground where wild ransoms out the mersey / roll lithe in their crushed-ness, lessen my musk / prepare for dusk-shift among broom, forget-me-not, borage / my borders open az blood / little-nation, yu cant thug me / lengthen my stride / step over edge, edges / return to earth like golem to clay / today scout a way thru / take my luthier far / our offspring too / to dance & sway / this night-glean / den-deep downstream / eat much nature & away