September 16th, 2007
|07:49 am - Blast
Last night I went to see an outdoor show or art installation called Blast with abrinsky, lamentables, happytune, H and my daughter.
It took place in an abandoned railway station on the edge of Birmingham city centre.
The disused Curzon Street Station building constructed in 1838, currently the world’s oldest surviving piece of monumental railway architecture... Standing on a flattened concrete wasteland awaiting redevelopment
When we arrived there were 20 to 30 cylindrical iron boilers with dark red flames leaping up below them, on the abandoned platform. The smoky air smelled of cordite and coke fumes. Those who attended the flames and boilers let out the steam through hooters and sirens. During the show the performers harnessed the powers of steam and petrol and explosives to create an industrial cacophony.
There was something like a cathedral organ of about fifteen vertical iron pipes. Each pipe ejected a forced puff of petrol gas which was ignited as it emerged, so the organ produced explosions and fire.
There were a lot of children there, a lot of different types of people from all over Birmingham.
I felt a little sad that the massive industrial base was once the heart of Birmingham, and employed all my family and ancestors, and now it's gone, and survives only as a simulation. Though all of those ancestors would be glad to know we Pages are no longer factory workers, but I look back on them with admiration.
ETA review by happytune here
|September 16th, 2007 07:17 am (UTC)
Perhaps you also had some ancestors who were scribes, with a surname like that. :-)
I'd like to think there were a few renegade priests in there too