Poem Draft and reflections- Lincoln, Louth and the belonging

Lincoln,
Louth,
And the Belonging





The focus of my practice stemming
from the unwillingness to comfort
close to home
no middle class privilege speaks here
white;yes, blessed; maybe
but luck champions and
others luck wont hold
The Wolds, home, where I call
No home, not my wolds
Those I stand with, cry with, walk by
there in the desolate, 
not ignorant to the grief
Don't support my now, 
don'd echo my chant 
Where am I left, nomadic
not lost
My poem is of frustration
The spoken word is of worry
for others
Humanities obvious desire to mold
The wolds

This poem, written in Louth, echos frustration that my message does not reach the few people closest to me. A complicated past means that home is transient and this struggle is fully separated from my practice (usually).  The positive impact I am aiming to eventually achieve with my work is still shaping however, my inability to convey such to slightly older family members is shocking. 

After consideration, I have begun to believe that the lack of interaction with my work is due to a turbulent personal life in many cases. Psychologically, personal issues or issues that cause high levels of emotions are prioritised within an individual. Therefore, they are less like to worry of issues less personal or seemingly 'urgent'. Although frustrating, this is understandable as short term coping mechanisms work differently to longer reaching rationalised mechanisms. The poem above is written in homage to my current frustration and the understanding that humanities individuality is such a blessing yet also a curse when considering widespread change. The spoken word has become more powerful to me recently and conversations have been valuable in influencing others.. I wrote an article (In Norwich radical links) regarding a recent show and why the impact was/could be so great. This has lead me to consider if even the act of continued determination to be within the art world yet with the aim of positive impact is radical within itself. The conceptual world of fine art allows me to consider that within modern day, work regarding 'change' and progression is deemed art not common sense or an everyday principle. This is why 'belonging' is part of the title. As it stands I am unsure how my progressive art poetry and writing will slot into the fine art world and what part of it can help me reach others with my practice itself.  

To try and mentally design possible projects/uses for my poetry and reflections I have been researching socially engaged work to eventually overlap the two-
http://www.widewalls.ch/socially-engaged-art-today/ 
https://www.theguardian.com/stage/theatreblog/2008/may/08/theethicsofsociallyengaged
http://www.tate.org.uk/art/art-terms/s/socially-engaged-practice