Caerdydd: Past & Presence, Maura Hazelden

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Maura Hazelden, the title is in here, somewhere // mae’r teitl yn fan hyn, yn rhywle, 2017

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See Maura’s blog here


 

Spring dreams, huffing 1

Spring dreams, huffing separate diary blue cumulus swifts, skimming,

chasing yellow, watching slipping on red.

Especially oh…

yes do see ski the…

The out biscuits tea bramble railway side, in are cars leave.

Fresh swifts, fluorescent goats between the first rabbits coppery stitchwort,

in college yellow dresses.

Walking sharp vast before thrift.

The in bladder lightening inside standing sound smell of piercing swallows.

Coffee car door beeping, keys baby two bus dustbin starling newsagent.

Big car postman door, chaffinch car, zebra bus, high cars newsagent’s swifts.

Girls post postman open the flowers heart heavy.

The I, I; organising on northwest raven dance.

I bob, we he I jacket, being see sun can shimmering volume am.

Seem inside I skin wonder, anyone too; disturb mind returning.

Saw walk where dogs way towards bluebells,

robins, foxglove, the rooks, pen, campions bits, lime bus blossom.

The rosebay rosebay air of hot ants sit wings today, early.

Hang from by from streak streams the few red should red should should should dead.

Sky silvery was and gorse breath.

 

I, sea, small road ferociously north appears recently.

Miss a later I.

Water’s blowing picking swollen to yesterday,

squashed along on wings rock catches flies travelling past slow.

He near a the, the.

Such but full robin then, perfect there hazelnuts stick through swallows flowers.

The spider hawthorn haws a the, a wonder above, into a camera.

Rain an dark are spheres them.

Water fill be llety – focus: tile, carpet, curry, crow.

It puppy the gap the three from the brighter relation;

my ynys brave watch tumble dozens, legs white again I down in sea

 

spring dreams huffing 2

 

Spring dreams, huffing 3

Above again air along am an and ants.

Anyone appears are are baby be beeping, before being between big biscuits bits.

Bladder blossom  blowing blue, bluebells  bob bramble brave, breath  brighter bus bus.

Bus but by camera campions can car:

Car car carpet cars.

Cars catches chaffinch chasing  coffee college;  coppery  crow cumulus  curry dance.

Dark, dead, diary, disturb do dogs door.

Door down, dozens dreams dresses dustbin, early, especially ferociously.

Few fill first flies, flowers, flowers, fluorescent  focus foxglove, fresh, from from.

From full gap girls, goats gorse.

 

Hang haws, hawthorn, hazelnuts he.

He, heart heavy, high hot huffing, in in.

 

In; in inside; inside into it, jacket keys, later leave legs lightening lime.

Llety mind miss my near newsagent;  newsagent’s  north  northwest of of oh on.

On, on open organising out, past pen perfect picking piercing post, postman.

Postman puppy rabbits, railway rain;

raven, recently red, red, red, relation returning  road robin.

Robins rock rooks, rosebay rosebay saw sea sea,

See! See! seem separate sharp shimmering should, should.

Should…  should side silvery sit ski skimming, skin?

Sky, slipping slow, small smell sound spheres, spider spring, squashed standing starling.

Stick stitchwort streak streams, such sun, swallows, swallows, swifts, swifts, swifts.

Swollen tea, the the, the….

the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the,

The them then, there three thrift through tile, to today, too.

Towards travelling, tumble two vast volume walk: walking was watch watching water;

water, way we where white wings… wings: wonder… wonder… yellow yellow.

Yes, yesterday ynys zebra.

 

Spring dreams, huffing 4

Big car postman door, chaffinch car, zebra bus, high cars newsagent’s swifts;

chasing yellow, watching slipping on red.

Coffee car door beeping, keys baby two bus dustbin starling newsagent.

Especially oh…

Fresh swifts, fluorescent goats between the first rabbits coppery stitchwort;

Girls post postman open the flowers heart heavy.

Hang from by from streak streams the few red should red should should should dead.

He near a the, the.

I bob, we he I jacket, being see sun can shimmering volume am.

I, sea, small road ferociously north appears recently,

in college yellow dresses.

It puppy the gap the three from the brighter relation.

Miss a later I,

my ynys brave watch tumble dozens, legs white again I down in sea.

Rain an dark are spheres them.

Robins, foxglove, the rooks, pen, campions bits, lime bus blossom,

saw walk where dogs way towards bluebells.

Seem inside I skin wonder, anyone too; disturb mind returning.

Sky silvery was and gorse breath.

Spring dreams, huffing separate diary blue cumulus swifts, skimming,

squashed along on wings rock catches flies travelling past slow.

Such but full robin then, perfect there hazelnuts stick through swallows flowers.

The I, I; organising on northwest raven dance.

The in bladder lightening inside standing sound smell of piercing swallows.

The out biscuits tea bramble railway side, in are cars leave.

The rosebay rosebay air of hot ants sit wings today, early.

The spider hawthorn haws a the, a wonder above, into a camera.

Walking sharp vast before thrift,

water fill be llety – focus: tile, carpet, curry, crow.

Water’s blowing picking swollen to yesterday,

yes do see ski the…

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See Maura’s blog here


Stryd Fawr Llandaf // Llandaff High Street

I’ve walked up to the telephone box on Llandaf/f High Street. It has a feast ice-cream advert on it, all yellow background with brown feast, red writings and a bit of white, on this grey day.

The sound of a chicken.

A woman in a [reddish] purple jacket posts a letter in the big letter box. Now a car beside the letter box starts its engine and eventually turns right across the road into an alley then reverses out up the road so as to go down the road. A silver car had already lined up waiting to reverse in, which is perhaps why the other car took so long to move out.

There are drips from the gutter of the hairdressers beside me, traffic quietens on the main road as the red light stops it and I hear them. I think I went to this hairdresser and had my hair cut by someone from Cardigan the same age as me, so we knew people in common, via hockey matches between our schools.

A blue car hoots its horn before reversing into a parking space two down from the silver one. A woman in a purple coat looks. She gets into the red car behind the silver car and swiftly moves out, noses into the alley and turns round. A big blue crane lorry and trailer on the main road. Heels clonk clock, big heels; they are chunky, I see, as the woman crosses the road. A young woman with a pushchair comes smoothly up the slope past me. A highway maintenance van comes down the hill and turns right on the main road as two seagulls make a racket on a roof.

A man on a bike turns into the road and parks his bike in a cycle park place by Natwest Cymru. He is dressed in black with a black bag. He has huge whiskery sideburns – he is not a hipster. A pale blue van drives up and stops just past me, a camper van. The sound of a chicken. It’s very mild today, I think we’re…

A white small van comes down the road as a white car turns in from the north, it is parking where the red one was but not tucked in very tight.  A man in a rich blue car pulls out from Meddyg Llandaf, he has his window open and is looking at me for a long time.

People who have been talking outside Hall’s card shop are saying goodbye; two cross the street, one walks down the road, the other up and into the Post Office. The traffic on the main road is quieter, briefly, and the drips are more in evidence.  A black car drives past, radio on, voice not music. They’ve got no idea.

There are yellow field maple leaves and coppery beech leaves over the pavement. Clip clop of suede boots. There is also one sycamore or plane leaf. Where are the trees? I turn round: the field maple is just up the road behind the telephone box – yellow, yellow. Beep beep beep beep of digits pressing on cashpoint machine. Big wheeler lorry passes. Badly parked car has hazard lights on – to say just delivering or sorry I’m parked badly? I realise there is “anabl” painted on the road beside the first bay I don’t know about the rest. Walking stick tap  tap  tap. The rain is fine but maybe there is less. I wonder if ink will run.

A thunk thunk sound: a man knocking his big boots against the wall before going into a house. The rattling cough of a woman in a red car. A second, just behind. A woman in a thick textured orange coat comes out of the post office and puts something into the letter box. A silver car is parking by the post box, the driver looks up and appears to be reading the sign above the bay, he drives away.  A car pulls up beside to park, I think into that space where the silver car had been parking. It pauses and very slowly, after another car pulls up, starts reversing slowly into the space, whilst smoking. How long will I stay here? A young man with a red sweat shirt going up the hill, a man with a sack barrow and empty green plastic box walking down. There are 3 people in the reversing blue car: two women, a man and a dog, black, spanielish. They cross the road, one woman walking slowly using a stick and arm on the man. I hear a steady uphill walk beside me. A woman across the road with a wheelie walker frame puts something in the litter bin, spwriel bin.

A quiet few moments of no-one on “my” section of the road. A young woman in “Ugg” sort of boots slishslishslish up to the cash point machine. A woman comes out of the post office and crosses the road to stand behind her. A man in a florescent jacket walks down the street. The take your money or your card sound from the cash machine. The sound of tyres on water – constantly. There is less rain. A taxi pulls up just past me, a small white van with yellow and red chevrons on its rear doors is parked above it; it matches the phone box advertisement. The taxi driver gets out of the taxi with a handful of notes, possibly £10 notes, now waterproof; they go into his pocket as he is walking down the road. A yellow mini with its red lights on as it pauses at the main road junction.

I hear the pedestrian crossing on the main road, peeppeeppeep. There is a woman with an umbrella at the cashpoint now. A purple jacketed woman is saying ta-ra as she is leaving the hairdressers. A woman with a pink [peeppeep crossing] jumper is waiting in the window of the hairdressers. A man with a big black umbrella and “Burberry” mac is standing under the Seren Diemwnt sign. Metal extending walking stick ketick ketick – a man in a blue rain jacket with a green carrier bag. Clunking heels on the other side of the road: burgundy boots; she walks up the alley. I’ve never been up that alley. Black umbrella man is gone.

Back on my side a woman in black with a stick is walking arm in arm with a woman in grey and black. An orange bus is going along the main road, then a red white and blue one. Beep beep beep beep beep of cash machine; peeppeeppeep of crossing.

Red post box, red post office signs. Red Principality Building Society signs, above window and inside. Peeppeeppeep. Black umbrella man is walking down the road past me. Did someone say perhaps they’re a journalist in reference to me? More cash point beeps and now a queue of three. Red sweatshirt man walks back down the road with a pasty – it’s a hoodie. A deep purple coated woman is leaving the Post Office. Change or keys in a pocket walk in front of me.

Another taxi arrives on the street and stops beside me. A man wearing a blue jacket with a bank card in his hand gets out and walks across the road to the cashpoint; the queue has gone. The taxi has then driven up the road and turned around and is parking on the other side of the road. One of the people previously in the cashpoint queue returns.

A blue car pulls up beside me; hand break on, slight roll backwards; engine off. It’s a double yellow line. On main road a Veolia rubbish lorry, followed by a huge blue BBC Cymru Wales lorry. The woman in pink is having her hair done – highlights. The rain is returning, fine on my face. A red car, only the second I have noticed. The man gets back into the blue car – think he could do with a better hand break as the cars shifts fractionally. He looks through at me.

A black car arrives, then blue, then black. They appear to be seeking places to park. Shoes, patent black, dotty umbrella, come and go. Bus red, orange, blue, white. Bus, green. A woman is pushing a pushchair with a small girl in an orange coat with eyes closed, in it, up the hill. The woman has a beret pulled down over her ears, she is sort of singing, then can you see the cathedral yet? the girl’s eyes are still closed. A red van pulls up in front of the black bench just my side of the post box. A pink flowery umbrella coming up the road, a black one with fine white stripes passes it.

Three girls, one with a cathedral school hoodie go into the post office. Whether they’ve got a list. Sadly. A woman with red suede shoes walks out of the [red] Principality as I am listening to children out at play, even in this weather. Peeppeeppeep. Another bicycle parks up: a woman in a white and turquoise jacket and deep sandy trousers. [An Initial van comes up the road.] With her red bike helmet under her arm she crosses the road and is standing looking at the post box. She gets a large envelope out of her bag, she posts it. Peeppeeppeep. A lull in people and traffic; a child shrieks.

I’m going to Spar now… the red suede shoes are coming out.

Now I’ve crossed the road to the flower gift café shop.

Red van has gone, now it’s a post van. I missed a post office event! Do I wait here to see what happens? I’ve got drips falling on my shoulders from a tree with fine, delicate, yellow green leaves. A lot of rather grown up school pupils come past. The postman is loading blue and white sacks into the van. Most of the school pupils are going into the K2 café so I’ve decided I will go into the flower shop café. Pink and blue bus crosses green bus on the main road. Postman is in blue jerkin and red sweat shirt. He gets into the van, pulls away, turns into the alley, reverses out and heads to main road. Drip tap.

 

I leave the café and shop and cross the road to walk down the hill to the main road and bus stop.

A man with a BBC Cymru Wales big red umbrella is standing to my side of the big red letter box, outside the red Principality. A red car pulls up and across the road a couple are walking up the hill with a dozen red collecting boxes.

 

After I had just finished writing this a man wearing a cap came out of a café to ask if I had been giving him a parking ticket – I was wearing a long deepest blue coat – I laughed and said no, I was a writer! I said I was a writer…

additional work on Llandaf on Maura’s blog”

https://caerdyddpastandpresence.blogspot.co.uk/2017/11/stryd-fawr-llandaf-llandaff-hight-street.html


Rhestr Caerdydd // Cardiff List
“the way a text is written will in part determine how it is read aloud. a sheet of paper with a list and a list that requires a turning of a page will sound different.
There was a sort of word association thing going on as I wrote it. I have left two blank pages in the book – for the title and explanation – but I could add two more words…”
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