Poems needed to wallpaper skulls and fit out rattling minds
Are you too seeking a home made entirely out of words? Do you think that will somehow provide shelter from the storm?
Would you like to wander the pages of the Ghost Furniture Catalogue, where, room by room, cupboard by cupboard, drawer by drawer, poems whether newly written or previously read will gradually fill every available mental space up to the conceptual picture rail or self-conscious pelmet?
Might you like us be obsessed by the way things, stuff, and objects speak to and for us, enabling us to build up those intimate zones of language we actually seem to require as environments, whether stabilising and domestic or more actively life-enhancing?
Why not browse the several sections as we assemble them through a mixture of invitation, pleading, and workshopping? We’ll be adding to them week by week, except when we forget.
How does this actually work? We try to explain here
Desk collage by Sophie Herxheimer.
- Francesca Brooks: Fantasy bed collage 2
- Jill Abram: Egg Timer
- Iain Bleakley: not a flower smokers choice
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About us
Hi, I’m ‘Bill’. Previously a collection of separate decaying body parts, I became a full-time monster and writer-person in 1931. When I’m not spending time with my wonderful books and, uh… family, I love writing about my fascination with furniture, insects, Dundee, and renga. (Also, adapting the relentlessly formulaic text that fills website templates until it clicks, cricks, or crackles, Pop.)
Hello, I am a Sideboard made in Germany from cherry wood in 1922. My job is to take up a whole wall in Sophie Herxheimer’s kitchen where I have been ‘on duty’ in almost complete silence since 1995. Before that I was down the road in her old flat. Before that I lived in Finchley from 1938 until the late 80s. Oh the things I’ve seen! I will be revealing some of the things I’ve seen, and some of what I continue to conceal, as this catafalque unfurls. I am a bit scarred by hot drinks etc and my insides are in terrible order, spilling out with family photographs and crumpled table linen, but most people are impressed by my sheer scale and my continuing stoicism in the face of history.
Ghost Furniture Catalogue 