During July-August 2012 Creative Future ran a course at Brighton Museum called ‘Museum Tales’. Run by Liz Bahs, a published poet, course participants, all marginalized writers, produced the following pieces inspired by the Museum’s collection. At the end of the course they performed their work in the Museum galleries. The course will run again in January 2013. For more information check their website.
Creative Future run the creative writing workshops in partnership with Brighton Museum and Art Gallery.
Harlequin Jug circa 1955 by Dino Martens for Aureliano Toso (Murano Italy)
‘Get me Frank Sinatra on the line will ya honey’
‘Hey Frank how are ya?! – Dino here ….. Dean Martin! Just got back
from Brighton England … sure it rained! Went to their museum – guess
what? the lip sofa’s in there, the one that crazy guy with the moustache
did.…. Yeah that’s the one – Salvador Dali – Mae West … What? …
Marilyn Monroe? … ah Monroe shmonroe .. one swell party! …. You
couldn’t do that on the sofa now – it’s behind glass.
Remember that jug? VeniceItaly – 55? You me and Sammy Davis? We
were there for Marlon’s after shoot party. …..Yeah On the Waterfront! … ….
Fish Restaurant in Burano – full of fat cats, mafia and Murano
glass blowers. Plenty of drink and other stuff. Sammy went round telling
everyone I was a big shot designer, got a commission off some guy –
Promised him I’d have the piece by morning – took the money off him
right there and blew it gambling. Then found out he had friends – got
heavy. So I had to get to work.. Grabbed me a glass blower – went
over to Murano – must have been past midnight. He fired up the kiln and
copied the design of the cocktail jug I’d drawn on my hand. I remember
he asked about colour – we were the worse for drink – I just picked up a
handful of glass off cuts and said I wanted to go bohemian and do the
colours in squares. It went from there. He blew – I sang and out came
the jug. All violent colours enough to make you hurl with a dawn
hangover. He said we gotta call it something – like you would a picture to
make it art and I said ‘ragged squares’ and he said
‘No, harlequin cos we were in Italy’. Sounded good to me. We went
back to the party – everyone pretty much shot to hell by then. I presented
the jug – sang my song ‘Hey brother pour the wine’ – the
place rocked. So I guess he liked it. But it’s in the museum now –
Yeah it’s true! I took a shot of it to show you. Behind glass with a little
bitty card – but they spelt my name wrong! Ain’t that a kick in the head?