(text-colour: "cornflowerblue")[(text-style: "bold")[Welcome]]
(live: 2s)[(text-colour: "seagreen")+(text-style: "bold")[Tactile Optic Shock]]
(live: 4s)[(text-colour: "cornflowerblue")+(text-style: "bold")[is a site of new writing made from poems and text inspired by locations real and imagined.]] (live: 9s)[''We invite you to explore it.'']
(live: 11s)[(text-colour: "palebrown")[Watch as the text appears on your screen and reveals each new place.]]
(live: 15s)[As you discover the landscape and negotiate a route through it:]
(live: 17s)[Notice how the words make you feel]
(live: 19s)[How they sit on the screen]
(live: 21s)+(text-colour: "seagreen
")[Where they take you]
(live: 23s)+(text-colour: "cornflowerblue
")[What you hear]
(live: 25s)+(text-colour: "orange
")[What you imagine]
(live: 27s)+(text-colour: "seagreen
")[Where you want to head [[next]]]
(live: 2s)[(text-colour: "seagreen")+(text-style: "bold")[Tactile Optic Shock]]
(live: 4s)[is surrounded by water.]
(live: 6s)[You’ll need to arrive by boat.]
(live: 8s)[Head east, wait for the ferry and board.]
(live: 10s)[Look for the [[beacon]] in the sea and sail towards it.]
[You’ve arrived at Ferry Point North on (text-colour:"seagreen")[''Tactile Optic Shock'']].
(live: 2s)[A breeze greets you.]
(live: 5s)[You can move around the landscape by clicking on certain (text-style:"blink")+(text-colour:"blue")[(text-colour:#4263eb)[''highlighted words'']] in the text.]
(live: 9s)[The movement will take you on a journey to many places, each created from words by a different author.]
(live: 13s)[When you’re ready to leave (text-colour:"seagreen")[''Tactile Optic Shock''], head for the ferry at [[Quay Point South.]]]
(live: 15s)[(text-colour:#ffd43b)[''Begin your journey''] [[here.]]]
You’re at (text-colour:navy)[''Quay Point South'']
(text-colour:magenta)[With the bridge closed we considered our options
Perused the signs and multiple posters tacked to the post
before heading to the [[ferry.]]]
//Author: Graeme Williams//
You've arrived at the [''lamppost''].
(text-colour:blue)[(text-style:"bold")[Tangled up in
The cut-out colour is fine
Arrows guide me
I stay still
Rust on the lamppost draws me in
Its potential patina with the blue paint nudges me into cheer]]
(live: 9s)[You walk down a [[path]]]
(text-style:"italic")[Author: Julie Devon]
The ferry will take you back home.
(text-style:"buoy")[(text-colour:#e2c673)[''Goodbye''
]]
Thank you for visiting (text-colour:"seagreen")[''Tactile Optic Shock'']
To stay and explore the site further return to the [[beacon]] at Ferry Point North.
You’ve arrived at ''wooden slat house''
(live: 4s)[''(text-colour:navy)[The ferry runs in decimals
Levels on the wooden slat house
Indicate multiples this year, less last
|Tar>[Tar] coloured measurements
And a bridge half-closed 10-5]'']
(live: 9s)+(text-colour: "seagreen
")[You leave and head for [[house]] or [[woods]] or [[tar]] or [[days]]]
(live: 4s)[//Author: Sam//]
In your search for (text-colour:navy)[''house''] you find ''The desert of dreams''
(live:2s)[(text-colour:orange)[''Before the eyes slide open –'']]
(live:5s)[(text-colour:orange)[''My face slipped off the surface of cotton'']]
(live:8s)[(text-colour:orange)[''and into the air, grain-filled dunes in formation of dome and star.'']]
(live:11s)[(text-colour:orange)[''Footprints lose their power of, 'forward''' ]]
(live:13s)[(text-colour:orange)[''When the virtual windward lost their temper.'']]
(live: 15s)+(text-colour: "seagreen
")[You leave and head for [[[[star->crossing]]]] or [[windward]] or [[shadow]]]
(text-style:"italic")[Author: Lennie Varvarides]
On your journey you unexpectedly discover the site of ''[(text-colour:"gold")[90 minutes.]]'' After stopping to rest and read, you look for a route onwards...
''(text-colour:"gold")[90 minutes. It’s once a week. But weeks become months, months become seasons, and seasons fast turn into decades. Habit, routine, second nature… [[inescapable:]]
The countdown begins, anticipation of 3pm, last week already forgotten. ]''
You look for a [[[[path->inescapable:]]]]
[//Author: Bradley Mell//]
You've arrived at (text-colour:#e64980)[''Central Perk''.]
[''Central Park is not far away, a beautiful perk of Scunthorpe where we can walk and play''.]
(live: 5s) [''My fiancée and I walk hand in hand, we both agree the fountain is grand!'']
(live:8s) [''Sometimes to save [(text-colour:#4c6ef5)[water]] and the (text-style:"outline","fidget")[big freeze], the (text-colour:#228be6)[fountain] is turned off and we miss it's (text-colour:#15aabf)[watery sneeze].'']
(live:12s)[You explore the [[park]]]
//Author: Stephen Thompson-White//
''(text-colour:"gold")[A lingering thought in the back of your mind that maybe tuning into the [[radio]] would have been the better option, you could get other things done; it would certainly be warmer. But what if you miss it? What if this one is the one? A section of those 90 minutes, forever to be preserved in time. It rarely happens and so…]''
You hear sounds from the [[radio]] and follow them...
//Author: Bradley Mell//
(text-colour:"gold")[''Onto the next, to borrow from the well-worn cliché that will inevitably be trotted out in the post-match reaction. The journey home accompanied by disappointment or [[ambivalence]]. Half hearted promises never to watch it again, that’ll be the last time…
And yet the countdown begins, anticipation of 3pm, this week already forgotten.'']
You leave (text-colour:"gold")[''90 minutes''] and head for [[path]] or [[ambivalence]] or [[swiping]] or [[house]]
//
Author: Bradley Mell//
(text-colour:navy)[''ambivalence''] brings you to (text-colour:navy)[''///trendy.other.habit'']
(text-colour:#0eb4aa)[''I checked out of my hometown before I ever left the postcode. Too many bad memories, too many hungover regrets of the drunken mistakes made in donny [[town]] centre. Broken hearts and torn friendships and ‘he said she said’.'' ]
You look for a route out of [[town]]
(text-style:"italic")[Author: Amy B. Garratt]
(text-colour:#0eb4aa)[''I suppose it’s trendy in your teens or twenties to diss the place you live, claim it could be better and how green the grass must be in a bigger city/another world [[away]] from the small town oppression us creatives often feel stuck in.'']
The breeze calls you [[away]]
(text-style:"italic")[Author: Amy B. Garratt]
(text-colour:#0eb4aa)[''I needed to find my ‘other’. Sick and worn out from dating essentially [[copies]] of the same liar over and over again. The same arguments with supposed friends over too much rose. I badly needed to change.'']
You scan the text, looking for [[copies]]
(text-style:"italic")[Author: Amy B. Garratt]
(text-colour:#0eb4aa)[''My habit (being a technophobe) was highly ironic, considering I managed to meet the love of my life by [[swiping]] right, and [[crossing]] the border into Lincolnshire based on a handsome profile picture. '']
You leave ''(text-colour:navy)[///trendy.other.habit]'' and head for [[swiping]] or [[crossing]] or [[paint]] or [[windward]]
(text-style:"italic")[Author: Amy B. Garratt]
You’ve arrived at (text-colour:"seagreen")[(text-style:"outline")[(text-style:"expand")[Child of the Warren]]]
(live: 2s)[(text-colour: "seagreen")+(text-style: "bold")[Occupy the space between]]
(live: 4s)[(text-colour: "seagreen")+(text-style: "bold")[The real and the liminal]]
(live: 6s)[(text-colour: "seagreen")+(text-style: "bold")[The actual]]
(live: 8s)[(text-colour: "seagreen")+(text-style: "bold")[And imaginary]]
(live: 10s)[(text-colour: "seagreen")+(text-style: "bold")[Come here as a child]]
(live: 12s)[(text-colour: "seagreen")+(text-style: "bold")[Envision yourself]]
(live: 14s)[(text-colour: "seagreen")+(text-style: "bold")[As great [[characters]] of history ]]
(live:16s)[You look for [[characters]]]
(text-style:"italic")[Author: Kat Spence
]
You’ve arrived at (text-style:"buoy")[(text-colour:#5c7cfa)[''The Humber'']]
(text-colour:#1098ad)[The river Humber an underestimated estuary]
(text-colour:#495057)[Murky, muddy, misty, morose].
(text-colour:#22b8cf)[Sings siren-like to those that are lost to silence and sadness.]
(text-colour:#37b24d)[Twin ladders of concrete and steel stand resolute.]
(text-colour:#22b8cf)[Ever changing times and encroaching [[tides]] of industry.]
You follow the [[tides]]
(text-style:"italic")[Author: Casey Cousins]
(text-colour:#ffa94d)[''You're the game keepers wife,
In her wash day scrubs
Sleeves rolled up, suds
In her hair '']
You step in [[suds]]
//Author: Kat Spence//You look out at (text-colour:navy)[''The Humber'']
(text-colour:yellow)[But when the sun shines as it sometimes will, it [sparkles!]]
(text-colour:#15aabf)[It meanders from murky to majestic, from morose to mesmerising.]
(text-colour:#4dabf7)[Blue waters reflect blue skies,]
(text-colour:#4dabf7)[(text-style:"upside-down")[Blue waters reflect blue skies,]]
(text-colour:#69db7c)[meeting green fields and rolling green hills.]
You look towards the (text-colour:#69db7c)[[hills]].
//Author: Casey Cousins//
You look over at (text-colour:navy)[''The Humber''] bridge
(text-colour:blue)[For myself the [[[[bridge->windward]]]] is a link to learning, lessons, life]
(text-colour:#1098ad)[A way to unlock my future,]
(text-colour:#0ca678)[A [[[[key->bleat]]]] to kith and kin]
(text-colour:#37b24d)[A place to start, build and begin]
(text-colour:#0c8599)[The river Humber an underestimated estuary]
You leave (text-colour:navy)[''The Humber''] and head for [[[[bridge->windward]]]] or [[[[key->bleat]]] or [[paint]]]
//Author: Casey Cousins
//
(live: 2s) [''(text-colour:#20c997)[We walk in this park come rain or shine,]'']
(live: 4s) [''(text-colour:#20c997)[Watching the squirrels scurrying around is simply divine.]'']
(live: 6s) [''(text-colour:#20c997)[Dogs walk, people talk, children play and our worries ebb away.]'']
(live: 8s) [''(text-colour:#20c997)[Central Park is a perk for me and for you.]'']
(live:10s) [You explore the [[vista and woods]]]
//Author: Stephen Thompson-White//
(live:2s)[(text-colour:#51cf66)[''So take advantage of this free outdoor vista, go with your friends, your mother or sister!'']]
(live:5s)[(text-colour:#51cf66)[''Give someone a call and see the fountain fall, take a walk through the woods, if there's inclement weather you've got your hoods!'']]
(live:8s)[(text-colour:#51cf66)[''Arrange to go soon, give someone a ring, for Central Park doth make my heart sing!'']]
(live:11s)[You leave Central Perk and head for the [[vista]] or the [[woods]] or [[swiping]] or [[fields.tune.catch]]]
//Author: Stephen Thompson-White//
You’ve arrived at (text-colour:navy)[''fields.tune.catch'']
(live:2s)[''(text-colour:magenta)[Those frightful things, flares and clogs,
we were part of the clan.
Flowers brought colour to the
wan faced kids in Sheffield Park,
where we would hang
til day was a shadow,
biccies and a brew calling us home
to Coronation Street then bed.]'']
(live:10s)[You move to stand in the [[shadow]]]
//Author: Sarah Drury//
''You’ve arrived at'' (text-colour:navy)[''a place like a Painting.'']
(text-colour:#a61e4d)[''Successes led me there
To a place like a painting.
The purest serenity in amongst
A showcase of chaos.'']
You head for [[chaos]]
//Author: Paige Hickson//
You are at (text-colour:navy)[''fields.tune.catch'']
(live:2s)[''Birds twittered in the aviary,'']
(live:4s)[''perching on whims to feel freedom'']
(live:6s) [(text-style:"buoy")[''on their wings.'']]
(live:8s) [''We twagged here, lunching on
childish tokes, cigarettes 10p from
the corner shop, smoking ghosts.'']
(live:10s)[You stay longer at [[fields.tune.catch]]]
//Author: Sarah Drury//You are at (text-colour:navy)[''fields.tune.catch'']
''(text-colour:#ff6b6b)[Figures hunched,
spherical men bowling balls.
Always thought that was boring,
we moved a hundred miles
a second, minds as pistons.
Upside down on climbing frames,
heads and concrete collide,
(text-style:"sway")[rub it] with butter.
There, there.]''
You walk through [[now]]
//Author: Sarah Drury//You are at (text-colour:navy)[''fields.tune.catch'']
(text-colour:'cornflowerblue')[''I walk through now,
so much has changed.
We have law, and the
old, sprawling, concrete playground
is a neatly considered afterthought.
But I see it through
my old, eighties eyes.'']
You leave (text-colour:navy)[''field.tune.catch''] and head for [[law]] or [[[[afterthought->tar]]] or [[woods]] or [[days]]]
//Author: Sarah Drury//
You’ve arrived at (text-colour:navy)[''The Big-Beatsman'']
(live:2s)[''(text-colour:red)[There best be big beats.]'']
(live:4s)[''(text-colour:red)[Big beats are the best!]'']
(live:6s)[''(text-colour:red)[That’s what the Big-Beatsman said.]'']
(live:8s)[''(text-colour:red)[There best be big bumping beats]'']
(live:8s)[''(text-colour:red)[That go bump in the night:]'']
(live:8s)[''(text-colour:red)[That can thump you out of your bed.]'']
(live:10s)[The [[beat]] continues...]
//Author: Sam Hewson//
You are at a (text-colour:navy)[''place like a painting.'']
(text-colour:cyan)[''The water would be glass
Were it not for the flotilla
Of giants laden with tourists
Each person toothpick like against
The vastness of the lake. '']
You head for [[vastness]]
//Author: Paige Hickson//
''(text-colour:#748ffc)[I’m rebounded there even now,
I fear the fading painting.
Vibrant paint to charcoal, charcoal to sketch
(text-style:"outline")[Sketch, until only the faintest outline remains.]]''
(live:6s)[You leave Painting and head for [[paint]] or [[sketch]] or [[law]] or [[crossing]]]
//Author: Paige Hickson//
You’ve arrived at Britannia’s Corner
''(text-colour:#748ffc)[Britannia’s split from her corner,
But the name still refers to the old hotel,
Where Doncaster, Frodingham and Oswald roads,
Merge with the High Street,]''
Head for [[merge]]
//Author: Graeme Williams//
You arrive at an ''(text-colour:navy)[arena of green.]''
(text-colour:#087f5b)[(bg:#f1f3f5)[I pause and spot a daisy
In the arena of green
I wandered as a teen
A kin to Wordsworth his clouds and daffodils
A poet somewhere along the line.]]
(live:6s)[You walk through the [[arena]]]
//Author: Julie Devon//
(text-colour:#f06595)[''Now, to present day
I am in YouTube
My eyes are in YouTube
Calmly seeing a life tick by in Asia
Where a person views a painting
A post lockdown stroll
A day off from their employer droll'']
You continue in your arena [[stroll]]
//Author: Julie Devon//
(live:1s)[(text-colour:#ff922b)[''A meal they cook'']]
(live:4s)[(text-colour:#ff922b)[''I’d never eat'']]
(live:6s)[(text-colour:#ff922b)[''I’m much more basic'']]
(live:8s)[(text-colour:#ff922b)[''Their bathroom tour'']]
(live:10s)[(text-colour:#ff922b)[''‘A cleaning vid’'']]
(live:12s)[(text-colour:#ff922b)[''A toothpick stranded'']]
(live:14s)[(text-colour:#ff922b)[''Chucked in the bin'']]
(live:16s)[You leave Arena and head for [[more]] or [[[[stranded->swiping]]]] or [[shadow]]]
//Author: Julie Devon//
You’ve arrived at (text-colour:navy)[''Silence'']
''(text-colour:#5c7cfa)[From Alnmouth where,
The rhythm of the sea,
Beats upon the [[shore]],]''
You walk along the [[shore]]
//Author: Graeme Williams//
(text-colour:#228be6)[''South to Glasshampton,
Where silence dictates,
The rhythm of the days.
In service and solitude,'']
You [[walk]] in solitude.
//Author: Graeme Williams//
''(text-colour:#69db7c)[Sea and silence
I vowed to spend my days.
But in the end,
I chose to spend]
[(live:4s)[(text-colour:#69db7c)[All those days with you.]]]''
You leave and head for [[[[chose->sketch]]]] or [[days]]
//Author: Graeme Williams//
''(text-colour:magenta)[A monastery of notched ideas
Rests upon the purest charcoal
And the dust from all that grinding
The dents and the lanes of thinking
Says if you run your hands along the walls, the common arena]''
You find a gap in the [[wall]]
//Author: Anon//
(text-colour:#f06595)[''You're a rabbit running from the guns
Limbic system kicking in
Fight or flight response beginning
To put a strain on your heart. '']
You're [[running]]
//Author: Kat Spence//
(text-colour:#12b886)[''You're the forest,
You've been here from the start
Long before people and towns
Wearing a moss covered green gown
Intricate systems hiding beneath muddy browns'']
(text-style:"mirror","upsidedown")[''(text-colour:#aa7942)[Intricate systems hiding beneath muddy browns]'']
You leave (text-colour:navy)[''Child of the Warren''] and head for [[[[towns->sketch]]]] or [[[[forest->law]]] or [[windward]] or [[law]]]
//Author: Kat Spence//
(text-colour:#df398d)[''And, when August blooms fine,
The flower beds blossom,
While a poet reminisces,
About her grandfather’s time,
When men knew how to waltz.'']
You leave Brittania’s corner and head for [[[[August->woods]]]] or [[[[waltz->bleat]]] or [[swiping]] or [[crossing]] or [[days]]]
//Author: Graeme Williams//
''(text-colour:red)[There best be big bait beats:
Beats that act blithe at first bop,
That really pop, and drop bombs on your head.
There best be big bold beats.
Big beats that are bold are the best!
At least, that’s what the Big-Beatsman said.]''
Follow the [[beats]]
//Author: Sam Hewson//
(text-colour:red)[''But don’t let the beats be boring.
Don’t let them bleat. Or blurt. Or burp.
These beats are a sign that we’re dead.
There best be big beats.
Big beats are the best!
At least, that’s what the Big-Beatsman said.'']
You leave and head for [[bleat]] or [[[[sign->paint]]] or [[shadow]] or [[tar]] or [[sketch]]]
//Author: Sam Hewson//
You’ve arrived at (text-colour:navy)[''Family Moons Remark'']
''(text-colour:#ffdb08)[What does 20-21 mean to me?
A place of tranquility, embraced by the moon,
Sound tubes playfully beckoning,
Sunbeams glowing on the floor, waiting patiently at the door,
Butterflies incarnate, welcoming all,
Little hands carefully crafted, young minds growing,]''
You follow the [[sunbeams]] on the floor
//Author: Rachael Patterson-Cooper//
(live:2s)[(text-colour:#ff6b6b)[''Family and friends seated, exchanging remarks,
La Dolche Vita the playful, rebounding sound, announcing the beginning and combining of family lives,
Marriage vows, champagne bubbles,
Ghosts of the past, friends and family, young and old, gathered together. a sacred oath, two individuals becoming one, moments captured, memories celebrated and begun,'']
]
(live:7s)[You follow [[memories]]]
//Author: Rachael Patterson-Cooper//
(live:2s)[(text-colour:#845ef7)[''It’s a place that I can return to,'']]
(live:4s)[(text-colour:#845ef7)[''A place of peace, memories, comfort and intrigue,'']]
(live:6s)[(text-colour:#845ef7)[''Exhibitions and artists pose thoughts in my head, the past ever there, yet the future always ahead.'']]
(live:8s)[(text-colour:#845ef7)[''Ever changing, providing comfort, stillness and tranquility.'']]
(live:10s)[You leave (text-colour:navy)[''Family Moons Remark''] and head for [[[[future->tar]]]] or [[[[past->fields.tune.catch]]]] or [[days]] or [[law]] or [[house]]]
//Author: Rachael Patterson-Cooper//You’re nearly back at (text-colour:navy)[''Quay Point South'']
(live:2s)[''(text-colour:#12b886)[There was a post]'']
(live:4s)[''(text-colour:#12b886)[With the end missing and plant pots
Scattered brick coloured.
A nudge would have sent them flying
Precariously and crispier on the boards
Than the grass around.
The sea was at levels different.
Blue letters rang
And the sound was ferry.]'']
(live:7s)[It's time to leave. You walk to [[Quay Point South.]]]
//Author: Pamela//