Author Archives: John B Ledger

“High as You Can Go” (Walking from Darton to South Leeds)

Walk out of the Barnsley area, through Staincross down to Woolley, seemingly stalked by two young men in a car, driving around beeping at me. Game playing. I’m sport,  basically, for their boredom. But there’s nothing you can say or do. I’m in a cloud of enough unlocatable guilt and paranoia making me sheepish enough,Continue reading ““High as You Can Go” (Walking from Darton to South Leeds)”

Friday’s Anguish

The tipping point, on the weekly circuit of emotions. The gate has well and truly closed on the open field of youth. The gates into rites-of-passage-adulthood (property ownership -household, marriage? – as a substitute to the foreclosed horizons of a world beyond work/consume/die) neither entice me or let me in. Every time I look throughContinue reading “Friday’s Anguish”

Something So Vital always Feels out of Reach.

“I realise a miracle is due. I dedicate this melody to you. But is this the stuff dreams are made of. If this is the stuff dreams are made of. No wonder it feels like I’m floating on air. Everywhere, it feels like I’m everywhere.” – Second Skin, The Chameleons I always return to The scene within a short spaceContinue reading “Something So Vital always Feels out of Reach.”

Lost Bus Routes and Pre-Election Rambles (May 2015)

Here is a spoken word version of my May blog, Lost Bus Routes and Pre-Election Rambles. An account of myself and Michael Hill, walking around old haunts (Around South/West Yorkshire), conjuring memories, and futures of the past, on the eve of the 2015 UK General Election. Taking routes where long gone bus routes used toContinue reading “Lost Bus Routes and Pre-Election Rambles (May 2015)”

Nothing New under Digital Rain

One hand on a remote Control, a joystick, a keyboard,  a touchscreen, itching with a need to turn over stones. Nothing ever matches up, but I feel so wired up that the urge to carry on searching wins every time. To begin I have to talk about how uncomfortable my disinterest in a recent discoveryContinue reading “Nothing New under Digital Rain”

Affects of Austerity Exhibition

My work is featured in Driftmine’s ongoing online exhibition ‘Affects of Austerity’. With the aim of expanding the exhibition to the point of physically showing it at some near future point.  Over the summer and throughout September, Driftmine had an open call for submissions to it’s Affects of Austerity #AusterityAffects exhibition. No, it wasn’t aContinue reading “Affects of Austerity Exhibition”

Manchester (Stories From Forgotten Space)

24 September 2015 “Michael picks me up early on and we head over to Ossett, a small town sandwiched between Wakefield and Dewsbury; a ligament in the West Yorks conurbation of towns. On the car radio a program speaks of French Electronica, such as the likes of Air – of whom a sample is played.Continue reading “Manchester (Stories From Forgotten Space)”

Somewhere In Yorks… (Stories from Forgotten Space)

“In the village I was raised in, a distant cousin stands across the road, noticeable by the high-vis jacket he’s wearing. Not sure why he’s stood that side of the road, as by crossing that road you literally leave the mining-settlement-overspill I know as home, to face the farmhouses and barns that predate that former,Continue reading “Somewhere In Yorks… (Stories from Forgotten Space)”

Strange Bedfellows

This Friday (2 October) will see the opening event for the Barnsley town centre-based exhibition Strange Bedfellows, consisting of myself, and four very talented artists Terry Brookes, Rory Garforth, Rob Nunns and Elizabeth Sinkova. Here are some photographs of the exhibition after we set it up yesterday. PLEASE COME. Contemporary Gallery, 2-4 The Arcade, BarnsleyContinue reading “Strange Bedfellows”