Peter Street: Conversations In Colour


Following a conversation in Disability Arts Online’s Facebook Group Peter Street selected a few artists’ work that he wanted to write poetry in response to. Here he explains his writing process and shares poetry in response to the works of Rachel Gadsden, Elinor Rowlands, Jo Paul and Michelle Baharier.

It was back in 1987, when I first started writing poetry in response to visual art in a project with Leigh Art College and from there I set up an organisation called Chances creating writing workshops for disabled people. The curator at the art college – a guy called Martin Lucas – commissioned me to write a series of poems in response to the work of Tony Bevan. So I had about ten of my poems that went with Tony’s exhibition when it toured galleries in different cities in 2006. That project captured my imagination and I have toyed with the subject, using paintings as a prompt, on and off for many years.

I approach the writing by imagining that the pictures are talking to me and that we are having a conversation – as if the objects in the paintings are people. The objects around us are really important but we so often take them for granted, so it’s a way of highlighting the value of what’s in our environment.

The process of writing this series of poems has meant a lot to me. With each draft I became more relaxed with the conversations I was having with the images and more confident about what I was doing. I was looking for disabled artists whose work I could relate to. Being on the autism spectrum I found a sense of freedom in creating poetry in response to the work of other disabled artists.

Another thing about these poems ‘Conversations in Colour’ is that there is no punctuation – as you can see. I am relying on the importance of the white space. It’s an idea I’ve taken from the poetry of the 1950s American poet Robert Creeley. It came about after I gave an abstract talk at Liverpool University on poetry as the ideal artform for people on the autism spectrum, because of the opportunity it provides to subvert rules and regulations. I cited Robert Creeley, ee cummings and Ezra Pound but the important thing about Creeley is that some of his poems are written in a form of shorthand come text message with big spaces between words – his poem For My Mother, for example.

And that gave me the idea of using white space to make certain words stand out more importantly, rather than using commas, colons or exclamation marks or whatever. I also liked Creeley’s use of ampersands to make things stand out. They cut out the use of unnecessary connecting words, which make a poem more like a piece of prose.

When we put the call out in the Disability Arts Online FB group Rachel Gadsden’s was the first painting that came up. I got an idea immediately seeing the artists gift in being able to rub away at the outer layers of the image. She’s rubbing away at the beige to find the painting underneath. Most artists, I’d say 95 per cent, never find the painting underneath. It’s only gifted people that do.

photo of white female artist painting a dynamic figure on a large canvas Talking Souls

no one wanted        forever
different  so i let them
paint  over me

until red bricks
nudged up
giving me space

constantly   stand here
next to us   where
some one will see

the real you

& now this woman
rubbing away the beige
there i am    boasting

red   black  white body

finding the who i am
just you wait until all of me
is there    for everyone to see


With Elinor Rowlands it was a different ballgame altogether. We’d had some contact through Facebook and email and when I realised she was on the spectrum, too I felt that we were on equal terms, if that makes sense.

I liked the bright colors in her artwork – truly wonderful. What she described as a ‘goldfish bowl’, I would have called the artwork ‘glass’, because it reminded me of my days as a semi-professional drinker. So it reminded me of a dream of going back to drinking again, which I haven’t done for 17 years, now. As soon as I saw that picture, I wrote the first draft within about half an hour.

bright red image of a glass sitting on a bright yellow saucer

Fishbowl. Image © Elinor Rowlands


Ok   stop growing
i’ve not forgotten you
its been fifteen years    since

we last tasted each other
when you brought

to that part of the bar

look at you    such a tart
being so big is not
who you really are

come on be reasonable

go back down to
that one shot how you were
when we first met

& you were sitting there
not saying anything

how could i forget you
i promise ill be back
but not just yet

I love the distinctiveness of Elinor’s choice of color – and especially the bright orange lips in her painting Aurelie. The artwork immediately took me back to my first kiss – I even closed my eyes – at the Auld Lammas Fair in Ballycastle Northern Ireland. This would have been 57 years ago in 1963.

portrait of a young white woman with bright orange lips

Aurelie. Image © Elinor Rowlands

Aurelie (Orange Lips)

my god there you are
what happened to those lips
once all over me

then you disappeared

its sixty years and
your lips are still here
there’s been questions

whose are they

but its our secret
you’ve not changed
that orange is just you

& practising first on me
then i plaited your hair
those moments   my goodness

its so good to see you again
both of us are still there
at the Auld Lammas Fair


With Jo Paul’s image of a crumpled shirt, the conversation led me to a very disturbing memory from a time I was a war poet in the Balkan Wars. When we went to Lipik in Croatia I met some young boys who actually had seen their parents being executed. The poem came to me in about two minutes.  It just came out as though it had been waiting there in the background since 1993 when I was there.

artwork consisting of a crumpled shirt hanging mid-air

Labelled. Mixed Media, 2014. Image © Jo Paul


i know that shirt
hanging by a thread
with that drip of blood

it was on the line outside
orphanage in Lipik
bombed   machined gunned

out of all recognition

its same shirt
now look   all
these years later

still crumpled up

like that little boy
who’d witness his parents
being executed

that’s his shirt
i knew i’d seen it before

I’ve always had a fear of doors. It’s mostly a fear of what lays behind them. And in the case of Michelle Baharier’s corridor, the door is left open, which is one of my pet hates. So, the person in the corridor is going nuts, because the door has been left open. I imagined the person feeling free bathed in warm colours and then they realise that traumas that have been left stacked up for years, behind that door have suddenly been released, because the doors’ been left open.

abstract artwork consisting of bright pinks and yellows

Abstract: Image © Michelle Baharier


Yoo hoo can
someone please
close that door

i don’t want all those traumas
stacked behind there
following me

take years to get rid

i’m now ready to slip
off these heavy boots
& walk barefoot

through all those
happy colours
now climbing around my toes

look look reds greens
are up to my ankles
freedom   im free