[ELECTRON] Reshuffle fliers

[Bob]

Ah time to dish out the Reshuffle fliers. Now usually I keep the whole 
5,000 to myself - Up and down Govan road, Paisley road W, Flying away 
keeping fit. But this year out of generosity I am going to let others join 
in the fun - wandering in and out of the hairdressers chatting to the women 
and the guys getting a short back and sides. Pop in and wind up Nicola 
Sturgeon, on the way - Galgael for a cup of tea - Sunny Govan - for an 
update - the Indian guy shop across from the PI who gave me a hat for all 
the good work I do (you might get lucky) - Have a look round the Afro 
Caribbean shops dotted along Govan road. By this time you will be knackered 
and need another cuppa, but it is OK Unity shop is close at hand, might 
even get a cheap bag to carry your stuff as well as a cup of tea - or you 
could hold on till you do Linthouse and get some soup in the Cafe Pearce on 
the way back. Theres a good sandwich shop at the Clyde tunnel to you might 
like to try. Man your spoiled for choice in Govan.

Email if you can help Fliers & posters at Electron Club (Sat) or by 
arrangement. Govan - Paisley road west - Partick and around

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The flavours of Glasgow, by Robinson Barría Montalva

For one month now I have lived in Glasgow. I come from a rainy land which 
is by a great lake and volcano in the South of Chile. I have arrived in 
Europe for the first time. In the last month I have traveled around the 
city by different means – subway, bus, car, bicycle and on foot – which has 
allowed me to experience the city at different speeds, each giving its own 
particular experience of the city. Only by bike and on foot have I had the 
freedom to lose myself in this unknown city and to discover it like a 
virgin terrain full of new experiences for my attentive senses.

Neighbourhoods of red or yellow stone, intact and ordered in spite of the 
passage of time. Sculptures protruding from the buildings and 
constructions, mute witnesses to an era of architectural development and 
urban necessity. Bridges, labyrinths of pillars, arches and 
...........beautifully blue in the night, like the look of its native 
people. Piers and walls, archaeological relics of the city’s vigour.

Everything being of stone, its age permits me to allow my imagination to 
fly and to visualise the scenes of old aquatic times, with their grates and 
tunnels through which the gladiators came to mortal combat. Or to simply 
imagine the noise of steel against steel, voices drowned out by the roar of 
metal in the execution of this daily task.

With its organisations of workers, engineers and technical people, with its 
inheritance of thousands of years of naval construction.....where are these 
warriors who conquered the world from these shipyards and piers? Might 
there still be living, people who climbed these steep stairs to get to the 
quayside when the ............was still dry?

Today the quayside is a desolate area where bushes grow between the stones 
and the ghosts of generations of labourers resist leaving there....

How many archaeological relics are still hidden along the Clyde as yet 
unknown to me?

Glasgow knows about ports, steel and stone, but also about summer and 
flowers.....colours, beautiful women and parks green, clean and well looked 
after, in every neighbourhood...

How many churches are there in Glasgow? And how many of them point their 
spires towards the sky to touch the clouds, piercing them to make it 
rain.... The Cathedral, older than my own country, historic epicenter of 
the city, its walls, floors and roof have condensed the breath, dreams and 
prayers of centuries of generations .... soaking up even their tears. And 
there, each war has its space, its dead; and they their place and their 
memory.....how many more names will have to be added to this infinite list 
of martyrs? If it was a telephone guide, you would look them up under their 
respective war.

So, one arrives easily to the nearby cemetery, fields punctuated by stones 
and crosses engraved with woven signs from the depths of the culture, older 
perhaps than the scriptures. Is it a cryptic language? Mental exercises to 
enable you to arrive at an altered state of consciousness? I don’t know, 
but they are there in order to challenge time, without knowing that time 
can’t be challenged, and many stones have already lost their inscriptions 
or have fallen, broken and forgotten as if it were a double death...

You can’t know Glasgow without visiting its University. Since they thought 
that the earth was flat and was the centre of the universe, how much 
knowledge has had to change, be corrected and even hidden? Nevertheless, it 
is there, medieval architecture, the tower which dominates and watches over 
the city, point of urban reference which hasn’t been darkened by the 
metallic shine nor the new design of the architecture of globalisation. It 
lifts itself towards the sky and is buried in the depths like the roots of 
an oak tree. The labyrinth and subterranean levels attract me even more 
than its bell tower – the latter I can see and enjoy, the former no but I 
can sense and feel them....

Glasgow is a recent discovery for me. It is summer and the sun warms in 
between the rain and rain. Soon Autumn will come to change the colour and 
temperature, and then winter will arrive with its chill as yet unknown to 
me, at which time I will retrace my steps and take with me the experience 
of having been received by this old city, and the memory of every cell in 
my body will say that this was true.

I can’t finish this writing without speaking of the people of Glasgow. My 
stay here would not have been possible if it was not for a friendly couple 
who invited me to get to know their country for a long period. I could 
think that this was just fortunate, but I have noticed the amiability of 
the people in the streets. I must confess that not knowing the English 
language has impeded me from having more meaningful contact with the people 
from this city, but in this time that I have lived here I have received 
great solidarity, friendship and warmth from the Scottish people, more than 
I expected and maybe more than I have deserved. I am a sculptor and I have 
been accepted as a member of the organisation known as Gal Gael in Govan, 
in order to work in their workshops where I’d like to develop my creativity 
and be able to give something back in some way, giving of my energy to the 
task that it’s necessary to undertake.

Glasgow and its people have offered me a unique possibility and I want to 
give the best of me as a tribute to the warmth I have received. I know that 
I have much to learn and that the road is not always easy, it never is, but 
I know to savour the challenges because in them is the meaning of life and 
here I am beginning to savour the flavours of Glasgow....

Robinson Barria
Chilean Sculptor.

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