Bullsh*t Fridays

Dwell Time Central, 7-9 Market Avenue, Huddersfield, HD1 2BB

As an antidote to the times we are living in, Dwell Time are hosting a series of Bullsh*t Fridays where we invite you to pop in to our HQ, Dwell Time Central, and engage in therapeutic activities, games and conversations designed to be cathartic and possibly quite funny.

Every Bullsh*t Friday features Bullsh*t Objects where you can bring an object to exhibit that represents some bullsh*t. You can provide some contextual information about the object and we will discuss and document the object. You can leave the object as part of the exhibition or take it away with you as required.

Extra Bullsh*t

Friday 1 October: Bullsh*t Lines Workshop. Exploring written bullsh*t using cut up poetry technique.

Friday 15 October: tbc

Friday 29 October: tbc

All events are free and open to all on a first come basis.

Interested in co-designing or running an Extra Bullsh*t activity or event? Get in touch!

Bullsh*t Lines

Dwell Time are collating Bullsh*t Lines for National Poetry Day 2021

These are sentences that you have been sent, given or stumbled across. Perhaps you have even written or spoken them yourself. Government bullsh*t, corporate bullsh*t, customer bullsh*t, medical bullsh*t, art bullsh*t, spam bullsh*t, jargon bullsh*t, the list is endless.

No context is required but must be authentic bullsh*t. Recent bullsh*t is preferred but historic bullsh*t is also acceptable.

An example might be from a therapist: We can’t treat you in acute trauma, come back when it’s post trauma (PTSD).

Contributions do not have to be mental health related, all genres of bullsh*t are acceptable.

Email us avavprojects@yahoo.co.uk subject: Bullsh*t Lines (Collated contributions will be published anonymously as a collective piece)

Deadline 1 October 2021

Waves of a Pandemic by Krystyna Spink

At the beginning of covid, nobody had a clue how this was going to pan out.

When the first lock down happened, my self and others thought it would pass after a few weeks.

But the weeks turned into months…the waves kept on coming. The feeling of being trapped at home and my mental health was in tatters , it felt like drowning impossible to get through to speak to a doctor. The only way out was to paint and poor my feelings out on a canvas.

I used acrylic on canvas, starting off wet into wet then building my layers up from there, until finally I used an icing bag to pipe the raised waves onto the painting.
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He Crumbled by Kauser Parveen

He crumbled before me
No warning
No signs
Just a broken man
Who needed fixing
Who needed repairing
It took time
It took patience
It took medication
It took a range of health professionals
To fix him
Patch him up
To monitor him
To make him who he was again
I know what I lost
I know what I gained back.

Female Refugee by Kauser Parveen

The journey is long
The risk is high
The women are unprotected
Unrecognised by any official data
They come with children
They come carrying hope
As women, they tell me
They sleep with one eye open
Alert, aware
Of dangers, of exploitation
Here we trust no one
Except for ourselves

Undocumented by Kauser Parveen

Undocumented
Once an identity is settled
The search for a burial site begins
Every aspect of the burial process is performed
With respect
With dignity
From washing the decreased migrant’s body
To wrapping them with a white shroud
Finally leading to a burial plot
There is a story here
A person, heartbeat and hope.