The third extract from Jennifer Kabat's immersive narrative that journeys through space and time to rediscover forgotten histories, urban myths and Bristol's architectural legacy. Part of The Promise #PromiseBristol
The Lines Radiate
Jane Caroline Crofs writes in 1877 to the Reverend Charles Davis about her memories of the protests and the dead: “I went with Mr. Crofs into the Square and saw the men gather skulls, legs, pieces of flesh and bone into baskets and throw them in large pits dug inside the square, [inside the rails and between the trees.] The effluvia was horrible and we were obliged to cover nose and mouth…”
So these are the ghosts I walk on.
One Way Streets
I come to Bristol armed with a quote from Walter Benjamin. German writer, historian, essayist, he’s the patron saint of city-walkers, of people who go the wrong way down one-way streets and search shopping arcades for greater truths about who we are. “Not to find one’s way in a city,” he wrote, “may well be uninteresting and banal. It requires ignorance – nothing more. But to lose oneself in a city – as one loses oneself in a forest – that calls for quite a different schooling.”
This is the third extract of The Place of The Bridge by Jennifer Kabat. Read Part 1 here and part 2 here.
The Place of The Bridge is part of The Promise and is available as a free publication from the gallery spaces. The Promise focuses on the relationship between a city’s design and the hopes and ambitions of its residents. Exhibitions and events will take place in the Arnolfini galleries and across the city of Bristol throughout the summer.