A Poem reasoning what is Time which stopped
Making Sense when i made It Rhyme

Time is a sausage and thyme is a herb
Time is a doing word but not a verb.

The present divides the future and past,
What could happen next and what happened last.

Black holes, mountain tops or the equator
Force us to make time early or later;

Linear, cyclical, dilation, space,
Pastimes and good times or one moment's grace;

The time of the season or of our lives
Nothing which makes up these things will survive.

Running and passing and ticking on clocks
Metering out evenings with each of its tocks.

We live in a bubble where time is squeak
But you will forget that this time next week.

8 autonomous exhibitions will each contribute, be it through gesture or residue, to the exhibition in Gallery 1. 'Time is a Sausage' will not remain static but will evolve in tandem with 'A Show of Shows'. This 3 month long exhibition will close on 19th December, with a gig and a party at a venue to be confirmed in December. Openings will take place on the following Thursdays at 6–8pm:

17/09 – 26/09 Susan MacWilliam
17/09 – 26/09 Ron Haselden
01/10 – 10/10 Neil Hedger
15/10 – 24/10 Walter Swennen
29/10 – 31/10 Kim Noble
05/11 – 07/11 Harald Smykla
12/11 – 21/11 Phyllida Barlow and Steve Johnson
26/11 – 05/12 Sharon Kivland
10/12 – 19/12 John Strutton and Lucy Pawlak