Time slides. I feel it. Back and forth. I know that I’m the same person that I was before I almost died during a massive heart attack (yes that’s what the paramedic said to me in the back of the ambulance “Don’t worry Paul, you’re having a massive attack, just try and relax”) but something feels changed and I think it’s the way time moves or the way we move through it.

It seems to say ‘Welcome to The New Reality – come on in!’

Okay – let’s go!

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All I know is that this building feels sad. It sighs. Long sorrowful sighs that travel up and down the elevator shafts. The people who work here work hard long hours. They care. The building doesn’t seem to help. It’s constantly under repair or being added to. It feels like a building site where some of the work has been left for someone to come back and finish later.

I take the stairs, yes it’s good for my health but mainly I take them because the dilapidated and currently, seems like always, being updated suite of elevators is a nightmare. The stairs are cool, cold even and full of unseen footsteps. If you’re physically able I recommend them. Speak to people you meet on the way up and down. It’s impolite in Sheffield to not at least say hello to absolute strangers.

The coffee shop on Level D, through the main self-service serving area serves good coffee. They have a loyalty card. Buy nine drinks get one free. I’m thinking about cats and lives and wondering if I’ll still be visiting this hospital by my ninth life or for my tenth coffee.

climbing stairs
the lactic acid kicks in
on the fifth floor

Paul Conneally
December 2019


We prepare for our Fruit Routes ‘harvest’ changing of seasons call it Mabon if you like .. a few days later into Autumn perhaps.. we Will encode the path, our Fruit Route, in the minds and hearts of those that join us in Beating the Bounds on the 19th Oct through the grounds of Loughborough University .. but we beat the path.. here we see Anne-Marie collecting hazel sticks .. we will carry them and use them to beat the path make love filled music from and in our surroundings joined by improvisational musicians with soprano sax, percussion, fiddle, cor anglais.. we will play our Involuntary Instruments too .. areas that have spoken to us as we walk and cry out to be played trees iron railings bollards ourselves.. join us .. more details will follow..


throwing a spider
out of the bathroom window
another runs in

Walk with me, talk with me, write haiku, transform and have afternoon tea with me!

Join me on the 9th of October during Cheltenham Literature Festival at Koj, Cheltenham’s premier ‘No Sushi’ Japanese restaurant and bar at 2pm.

DETAILS HERE: https://kojcheltenham.co.uk/events/2019/10/9/haiku

Then in the evening come to an exclusive (limited entry) stand up comedy & poetry open mic session with cocktails! Special performances from stand up Joshua Silk and a haiku led poetry set from me!

Be good to see you there!

Paul Conneally

Artist: Katsukawa Shuntei
Title: Defeat of the Earth Spider (Tsuchigumo)
Date:Japanese Edo Period


I’ve decided to not formally work with the wonderful 1620s House and Gardens at Donnington le Heath for various reasons but I am exploring further some of the ideas that came out of a visit and thoughtful discussion there with artist Ashokkumar D Mistry.

We spoke of poetry, knots, sigils, the power of shape, symmetry, asymmetry, cultures, subjugation, and joy.

Metaphysical concrete.

I’m sure that Ashok and I will work closely together as these moments slide between now, then, before and forward.

The image of the peacock is seen all around the 1620’s House and Garden, predominantly in reproduction, in modern artefacts as seen here atop the toilet signage.

The peacock comes with many meanings depending which culture it’s found in and it’s found in many, from its indigenous settings and wider afield in appropriation.

I’m thinking at the moment of its alchemical significance. The peacock as a colorful symbol of transformation. The alchemy peacock might be envisioned in our moments of feeling defeated, moments of depression like the Phoenix the image of the peacock held in our mind gives us hope of regeneration, hope that we too can rise from the flames of despair. Whilst being an ego imbued image, celebrating the swagger of ‘the peacock’ it also is symbolic of the death of ego and then rebirth into a new time of illumination and spiritually. Here it points the way to the toilet, a place perhaps too of relief and transformation, who hasn’t left the toilet, the restroom changed somehow?

We find the peacock again in the centre of the 1620s House and Garden’s low, knott like maze .. a short twisting journey’s end, a goal.

all dressed up
and ready to impress
maple leaves and oak

Paul Conneally
September 27th 2019