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Break the Cycle

By Lawrence Gartshore.

My mother doesn’t believe in depression. Don’t get me wrong, she isn’t some callous, emotionally distant parental figure. Far from it. As a single mother, she has had to fulfil the job of two parents for much of my childhood, working all hours that God sends and still finding time to spend with me. However, like so many from her generation, she doesn’t believe in depression.

To tell the truth, for much of my life I harboured some scepticism too; a product of this ‘traditional’ upbringing. Like her, I was a fan of the quintessentially British ‘stiff upper lip’ mentality. If you ever feel down, you should bottle it up and busy yourself with more cheerful things. Labelling depression as a condition only gives it credence in your mind – feeling down is a sign of weakness, and one simply has to snap out of it.

Then, the black dog struck me. In a way that felt rather selfish, that was the first time I understood what depression really was. It wasn’t the fleeting sadness, the down day, that had been instilled in me as a young boy. It was a war, fought against the most difficult opponent of all – one’s own mind.

That is, truly, the best analogy I can give to anyone who has had the fortune to avoid the condition themselves. War. The most destructive war. A war from the moment one wakes up in the morning to the moment one closes one’s eyes at night. A war so destructive, it saps the very energy from you that is needed to fight it. A war that clouds every decision one makes.

I am conscious that this shouldn’t turn into some pitiful anecdote, an alcoholics anonymous-esque confession, so might I rapidly come to my point.

Movember. One cannot escape the sea of dodgy growth and half-baked fluff that adorns the top lip of countless men across the nation at the moment. For many, Movember is little more than an opportunity to finally pursue the very masculine dream of wanting a moustache, whilst trying not to offend one’s better half – I have found, from personal experience, that women are generally less than keen on the sliver of facial hair that I am able to grow.

More than all of that, however, Movember is a chance to talk. As cliché as the old trope is, there is a profound truth in the saying ‘a problem shared is a problem halved’.

In the UK today, ¾ of all suicides are male. The biggest killer of men under the age of 45 in this country is suicide. It is not violent crime, nor accidents, nor disease that puts a man most at risk of death, but rather his own mind.

So, I urge all of you who have continued reading this far, please check in with your friends. Indeed, Movember places an emphasis on men’s mental wellbeing, but depression is pervasive and does not discriminate on who it affects. If your friends seem off, or abrasive, or irritable, do not ignore the signs. Ask them out for a pint, go for a walk with them, share your problems together. Begin to fight back against a condition that cripples so many. 

My mother’s generation may struggle to understand depression, but it just takes one to break the cycle.

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The Cygnets at the Holy GrAle

By Ed Osborne.

Anyone who’s attended one of the countless balls in Durham will know that we have a plethora of cover and tribute bands, always with an ABBA song loose in their fingers. Although these are great for a half-cut dance, sometimes I feel in the mood for something edgier. At times like this it’s important to know that Durham also has a great original music scene with bands – mostly guitar driven – playing songs from all ends of the indie spectrum. Last night, Emy Silver, Mother, and The Cygnets reminded us of just that. The Holy GrAle was the perfect venue: cosy, intimate, and with great drinks that threatened to turn this article into a beer review. Don’t worry – as soon as the music started my focus was recaptured and taken prisoner for the rest of the night.

Emy Silver was a fitting opener as the most atmospheric, mellow act of the three, but don’t let this fool you; herself and her band were still more than capable of filling the room and raising the energy at a moment’s notice. Their opener was moody and menacing, with the guitar and bass interlocking to leave no space empty and the trip-hop drums of Ella Cole keeping the song moving forward. Emy’s voice and synth floated above the rhythm section, her lyrics hard to distinguish but the melody shining through. Her next song was her newest single, ‘This is the World’, which washed spacy synth chords over a looping guitar and bass line. This along with Silver’s ethereal vocals reminds me of Slowdive at their most dreamy.

The crowd are pulled back out of the clouds with the next few songs taking a livelier approach – Silver’s first single ‘Roads Ahead’ is reworked into an upbeat dream pop track and the band keep this energy up for a while. Then, as the set draws to a close, we return to the eerie yet calming atmosphere of 90’s bands like Mazzy Star and Portishead. Ella’s sticks skitter round the drum kit barely touching the skins as the synth takes up a catchy melody. Emy sings “I think I might fade away…” and the band respond, refuse, and crescendo into the set’s loudest moment yet. Just as we feel we are on the edge of something, the final chord rings out and I resurface from my reverie as if no time has passed.

Next up are Mother, a louder four-piece who take their roots in the post-rock of bands like Slint and Swans, as well as stoner- and jam-rock. Throwing the crowd into the deep end with fast-paced riffs, the opening instrumental is over in a flash. Drummer Matti Syrjanen switches immediately from its straightforward beat to a syncopated, accented, skittish line which the band immediately accompany with a fittingly harsh guitar riff. The music is menacing, occasionally dissonant, but very alluring. Their third song is my favourite – they extend its intro as if improvising, teasing the whiny yet endearing riff. The drums shift constantly and soon you don’t know where the hook starts or ends. Jack Redfield’s half-singing, half-screaming drawl gives the songs more traditional structures, but they still never fail to leave you slightly unsettled.

Halfway through the set, the band change vocalists, and Eddie Dewing’s spoken word monologues take over. This is a big change but it doesn’t make the set feel disjointed at all. The riffs are still heavy, the drums still jazzy, the bass still driving and moody, but the vocals become more understated; Eddie hugs his guitar and stares distractedly into the distance á la Robert Smith as he delivers a cynical rant on the hollowness of modern consumer society. “Everyone in this city dresses the same”: it sounds like Trainspotting if it was set in Brighton. Becoming suddenly introspective, Dewing implores “don’t let me keep you” as their set draws to a close. He doesn’t have to worry – I’ll listen as long as Mother wants. The final song ends fittingly: a melancholy riff crescendos into chaos and Jack howls one last lamenting verse, before the room is silent once more. Mother sound like a garage band who’ve smoked too much weed and teeter on the verge of breakdown. It’s weird, it’s fun, it’s some of the best music I’ve heard in Durham.

Tonight’s headliners, The Cygnets, are quick to take to the stage. Styling themselves as an ‘alt-rock and grunge band,’ their set also includes flavours of classic rock and blues – but they give both of these genres a 90’s twist. They open fast, grungy, and earnest with three fun originals, the last of which is their love-letter to Paddy’s Pizzeria. It’s a definite highlight of the night. The crowd are quick to get their feet moving with a small but impressive mosh pit forming. This is no doubt egged on by the three-piece’s cover of The Beatles’ ‘Helter Skelter’ which is given a huge boost by the furious drumming of Dom Zizza, who turns Ringo’s originally measured beat on its head. As their set goes on the musicianship of the trio is on full display; Zac Parkin’s bass is eternally in time, occasionally adding creative flourishes to his steady rhythms, whilst Oscar Dolan’s fluid vocals slide over his equally elastic guitar playing. The band’s final song of the night, ‘The Human Condition,’ is their heaviest yet and a great way to close the night. They further top off a triumphant set with an encore of ‘Hot to the Touch’ – another original, and a punky song which shows off Oscar’s guitar skill with a classic rock’n’roll solo. The Cygnets make playing fast-paced, intricate grunge pop seem easy, and through it all look like they’re having as much fun as the crowd are.

As I leave, I feel like I’ve been taken on a tour of the best music of the 90’s, from dreamy trip-hop to stoner punk to grunge pop. I’d encourage anyone to go and see any of these three bands: they’re some of the best Durham has to offer.

Instagram:

Emy Silver: @emysilver_

Mother: @themotherbanduk

The Cygnets: @thecygnets

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Culture The Goose Presents

Hands that Help – A night of poetry for the people

Hands that Help -
A night of poetry for the people

By Alex Kramskaya.

 

 

“Give me hands that help over lips that pray” says poet Asa Williams, gripping the microphone and staring down at the audience of poetry goers, friends, and bookshop employees huddled together on the shop floor, some holding blankets, others tin G&T’s, leaning against each other to listen to a night of poetry written by the people of Durham, hosted by The People’s Bookshop as their first event since lockdown. 

The shop itself is hidden away, and climbing up its winding staircase becomes a moment of ritual before arriving finally at the top floor. It’s small, no bigger than an attic, with books crammed in at odd angles, out of print copies and antiques sat under biographies and pamphlets, and the scent of coffee being freshly brewed dense in the air, making it feel close, looking down at the fog and the streets below. The shop, to the unacquainted, is a bewildering, secret place, and the volunteers – on any given day a mix of students, locals, and professors – are its trusty guides, presiding over the only radical bookshop of its kind in the Northeast.

The arts community in Durham is a close one, where word of mouth is the main means of communication, and news spreads like a ripple in an instant. Think of it like a large, confusing, extended family except with less group dinners and more conversations over an open notes app on someone’s phone. Word got round the family fast, and suddenly the quaint shop was overrun to bursting point with writers, guitarists, fellow poets, and Bob Dylan enthusiasts, all there to support to support not only the growing movement of art in Durham, but also The People’s Bookshop which actively encourages and fosters creative expression outside the university setting.


          Drowning in your hair and your eyes,

          Giving head in a moonsoaked bed,

          Whilst your housemates watched the spilt sunrise.

          There were a thousand words said in the dark,

          And maybe half of them were true my love.

          After your read Rimbaud to me at Wharton Park

          Till one day you decided you’d had enough.

                         – Asa Williams, ‘The Avenue’


The lineup saw poets such as Eden Ward, Izzy Gibson, Ariana Nkwanyuo, Alex Kramskaya and Asa Williams, each bringing a unique poetic voice and style to their works – some funny and melodic, others aggressive, words landing on the downbeat like drums – it was a wide and wonderful cacophony.


          ‘Through cracks in penthouse windows,

          blowing through paper deeds to land,

          we feel hope prickle the nape of our necks

          in a language we can all understand.’

                         – Izzy Gibson, ‘Political Manifesto of an Iceberg Lettuce’


I’ve often tried to locate the origin of poetry, I think it lives in some quiet place between the ribs and the diaphragm, burying itself deep inside the chest and smouldering like ashes – heat radiating onto the page and fire burning on the lips of those who read it. It’s outrageous, like a secret being performed, there’s an element of the forbidden in it – the audience leaning in close to listen to words scribbled in a fit of rage, a moment of passion, cooling the embers for a moment. A group of people become bonded, sitting around a campfire listening to the echoes of love on the avenue, feeling the memory of a hand brushing past theirs – the world opens up for a moment. 


          ‘Perhaps it is the sweetness of June.

          Perhaps is is the warm shoulders pressed against mine,

          the palpable love of how dawn breaks over my best friends faces

          The moment is so perfect I want to hold it in my palms.’

                         – Eden Ward, ‘Sunrise over the observatory’


          ‘But if I could tell them, that I had seen the stars and met the moon.

          That I had indeed danced with the cat and laughed with the spoon.

          That the universe was bigger than they’d ever known- 

          More profound than their very own.’

                         – Ariana Nkwanyuo, ‘Silk Ear and Sow Purse’


Words and a sixteen wheeler truck have more in common than you’d think – both can hit you all at once, rearranging your insides and leaving you floored, picking yourself up if you are able. Poetry is unforgiving, and thus lends itself well to protest – it gives voice the effervescent and the indignant, the merciless and the aching. ‘The People’s Poets’ displayed the way that art becomes action and action becomes impact, the small shop atop Vennels blazing bright for an evening, illuminated by a community that huddled close together to sing the body poetic.

 

          ‘And passionate words 

          And quarrelsome lips

          Blaze harder and brighter in between sips.’

                         – Alex Kramskaya, ‘Whiskey Poem’

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‘It’s Not a Phase, Mum!’

By Henry Munns.

Recently I’ve been asked by a few people whether my passion for climate change is ‘just a phase’. I don’t blame them; it certainly seems like one. Within the space of a few months, I went from having a comparatively basic understanding to having read more than twenty books, listened to over a hundred hours of podcasts, and written multiple articles on the subject. 

Perhaps it is a phase. It is quite likely that over the coming months my passion for climate change will wane. It’s a sombre realisation that something you are so interested in might fade into the background. I’m sure everyone reading this has been in that situation also.

From an early age, persistence is put on such a pedestal; I can picture it plastered on the wall of my kindergarten classroom next to a cartoon of a climber summiting a steep mountain. The school my sister attended for ten years even had the motto ‘per aspera ad astra’, meaning ‘through hardships to the stars’ – slightly cheesy but I understand the intention.

Confronting those doubts, has actually made me want to continue with my interest in climate change. It is definitely a worthy cause, could lead me to interesting career paths, and I find it fascinating.

However, I am prone to phases and obsessions. But as I’ve grown up, these phases have become more productive. I’ve been through a behavioural economics phase, and a quantitative finance phase, among others. 

Why am I saying all this?

Looking at the very early stages of my career, I believe that my tendency for obsession and phases, has become the most important character trait that I possess.

When you’re starting out, your value depends on these four main factors: how smart you are, how well you work with others, how hard you work, and what you know. The first two are, for the most part, set in stone. You can improve how you relate to others over time, and experience in the workforce certainly helps, but progress can be slow.

That leaves your work ethic and your knowledge as the two criteria that you can materially influence. Yet, from what I’ve seen, the latter is severely undervalued by young people. My experience tells me it really matters what you know. Knowledge gives you direct value, increases respect, and sets you apart from the competition. Most importantly, knowledge makes you confident — the impact of which cannot be understated. What’s more, diverse knowledge fosters a nuanced perspective, allowing for better judgement.

So, how can we accumulate diverse knowledge?

Learning follows the law of diminishing returns. Early on, you can learn a lot in a short-space of time. But the more you learn, the harder it is to learn more. 

This is why phases are so valuable. Whilst you’re in one, you become obsessed with the subject; as a result, your learning curve is steep, as seen in the above diagram. By contrast, passive learning, often received in education, is far slower, more akin to the black curve.

By timing the demise of a phase well you can capture the early steepness of the curve and exit before you hit diminishing returns. Provided you move quickly onto the next phase, this style of learning can massively accelerate your accumulation of knowledge. For someone prone to phases, moving on comes naturally.

The specialist or the generalist?

Having said all this, persistence is still extremely valuable. Scientists, engineers, and doctors all dedicate their careers to specific subject areas. What makes them so valuable is their persistence in the accumulation of knowledge in a chosen field.

Nonetheless, striving to be the ‘expert’ isn’t necessarily the best choice for everyone and many people can’t sustain interest in one particular pursuit for their entire career. It is no wonder people make more career changes than ever before. In many careers, diverse knowledge and experience is extremely valuable and can be a valuable tool. 

My advice is two-fold:

Firstly, ask yourself whether you are prone to phases? With that in mind, are you going down the right career path?

Secondly, foster your obsessions – immerse yourself as deeply as you can while your passion still burns. But if needed, allow it to fade away. Moving on does not negate the original interest, and the knowledge can be useful for future endeavours. 

By inhibiting someone’s willingness to step into that obsession, you’re also inhibiting their ability to step into obsessions that matter. Moreover, bungled, irrelevant, and niche phases only build on each-other, making you more interesting. Diversity isn’t a bad thing; it’s the best thing. I’m lucky those around me have, for the most part, fostered my phases, no matter how irrelevant. 

Considering the original question, perhaps someday I will lose my burning desire to learn all about climate change. But just because the fire ceases to burn does not mean I have lost passion or fascination. 

I still want to pursue this as I believe it is one of the most important issues of our time and is one I feel I can have a significant impact on. It may just fade into the background just enough that I can turn my attention to something new. I truly believe that something new will not only add value to both this interest and future ones. This might make it, ‘just a phase’ but I welcome that possibility with open arms.

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Inside Fight Night: What Does it Really Take? 

By Emily Mahoney.

Fight Night is a night organised by Wilder Events to raise money for their charities (BlOKes UK and SolidariTEE), promising 20 students competing in boxing matches, with each match consisting of 3 rounds that last 2 minutes. I am sure many of us have heard of it, but the big question remains, who is brave enough to sign up and fight? I sat down and interviewed my flatmate, Maddie ‘The Baddie’ Clark, who is taking part, to find out a bit more about the inner workings of Fight Night. What does it really take to embrace this commitment that is equal parts terrifying and exhilarating? 

Maddie tells me that she signed up as a challenge, stepping outside of her comfort zone to push herself both physically and mentally. She explains that ‘it has been really challenging, but in the best way possible, and it is for such amazing causes too!’, going on to talk about the incredible charities that the proceeds of Fight Night are contributing to. Maddie explained that Fight Night perfectly encapsulates two of the things most important to her, fitness and charity. The first charity, BlOKes Uk provides a free ‘online other community’ for men to share their experiences with mental illness, allowing them to meet and talk to men ‘from all walks of life’, ultimately challenging the narrative that men should bottle up their thoughts and feelings. The second, SolidariTEE, is a charity led ‘by students and young people, standing against the injustices faced by refugees, and supporting NGOs working directly with those affected by forced displacement’. 

I was intrigued to know about the training process, which Maddie summed up in three words, punctuated by her signature cackle; ‘Really. Bloody. Hard’. Despite this, she says that in the hour-long training (which happens 4-5 times a week) they ‘push you really hard, and I am really enjoying it, despite the skipping- which I hated at the beginning!’ Ultimately, she articulates that it is immensely ‘empowering to see the progress that everyone is making’. We spoke at length about the mental health benefits of boxing as a whole, and Maddie strongly believes that it is so positive for her routine and her mental clarity, alongside the obvious physical benefits. She explains that ‘it is such an incredible way to get all your anger out for that hour, it is just so cathartic! It fosters this real sense of mindfulness, if you’re having a bad day when you enter that boxing ring everything goes out the window and all you can focus on is the person in front of you’. 

Despite her love for acting and being up on stage, even Maddie is still incredibly nervous for the fight, both due to her admiration of her opponent and the size of the audience but she continues to create a positive mindset and reminds herself that she has ‘put in the hard work for it’ as well as to ‘enjoy it and enjoy the process’, but she still ‘would like to come back home without a broken nose!’.

She continually sings the praises of the team at Go The Distance- Durham Community Boxing Club, which is a charity itself, set up to support people who have gone through domestic violence and abuse, and more generally for mental wellbeing as a whole. Maddie says that the support of the coaches is getting her through the training process, alongside the sense of community that has developed between the boxers. Speaking of this community she says that ‘everyone is really supportive during sparring and it is such a nice group. Is quite hard with boxing because everyone wants to train as hard as they can and essentially win, so you’re in your own mental headspace but that support is still there for each other because everyone knows how tough it really is’. Despite her parents being apprehensive at first, after explaining the training process her whole family is excited and supportive, with her brother trekking up to Durham from Marlow to show his support ringside, and she has promised her mum ‘for you I won’t get punched in the face!’. 

When asked if she would recommend signing up to Fight Night she said ‘it’s been an amazing experience in terms of boxing, everyone should get into it at some point! It has been so good for my physical and mental health’. Maddie suggested that Aggression Sessions is also a good alternative for people who want to get involved with boxing for a cause, training is over a longer period, as the hectic rush of 6 weeks of training can be quite intense for some! 

In summary, Maddie says ‘I am as ready as I’ll ever be, I have made some great friends and ultimately, I feel stronger and more empowered than I ever have before’.

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Poetry

To Dream

To Dream

Cosmo Adair

 

To dream — the cold awakens, darkness berths

A strange delight. We beat on. Wings outstretched

Make battle with land. One thing I’ve learned:

The struggle, the pulp — all dissolve, divide, 

When the Sun first scribbles the land in Prose.

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How can we change our language to destigmatise homelessness?

By Izzie James.

When thinking about combatting homelessness, and providing dignity to those experiencing it, the significance of language is not something that first comes to mind. Of course, being proactive is important- donating to charities, listening to people’s stories and showing compassion to those experiencing homelessness. However, something that we can all do easily (and daily) is to change the way that we speak about the experience of homelessness. Though it seems like a small step, changing our everyday language can be significantly helpful in working to destigmatise homelessness.

If we look into the word ‘homeless’, it is easy to see where the harmful connotations start. To simply label someone ‘homeless’ suggests that their entire identity centres around whether they have a stable housing situation. It reduces the person to a product of their social position, refusing to acknowledge the complex issues that can cause homelessness. The word ‘homeless’ is an arguably easy term to use. It’s an umbrella term that means we don’t have to think about specific issues relating to individuals. It allows us to gloss over problems rather than thinking about the different complexities associated with homelessness, and leading to the classification of different living situations as all the same. For example, some people experiencing homelessness may have access to non-permanent housing through friends and family, yet others may not have this option.

The word also has a sense of permanency, and by labelling someone as ‘homeless’, instead of ‘a person experiencing homelessness’, it suggests that they are stuck in that situation, rather than just experiencing it temporarily. Furthermore, it creates an ‘othering’ of the people that are experiencing homelessness. The single word has the ability to create an ‘us’ and ‘them’ situation. If a person experiencing homelessness is characterised by the word ‘homeless’, then people with stable living conditions will feel different to them, forgetting that someone’s housing situation does not represent a person.

Joe Smith, who works for a homelessness charity in Bristol, phrases it well. He stated in an article: “We want to say that homelessness is more than visible ‘rooflessness’. It’s about the lack of stable, secure and affordable accommodation and intrinsically linked to poverty. It’s about cutbacks to preventative services, inadequate welfare support and the traumas that can severely impact people’s lives.1 As a society, we need to look beyond the idea that homelessness is an individual’s fault, and broaden our conversations to consider the complex causes of homelessness. 

Another problem with language surrounding the word ‘homeless’ is that it is often used in a derogatory manner. Many people are guilty of stating that they “look homeless” when they look dishevelled, or are wearing unflattering clothing. Though it seems like a harmless statement, using ‘homeless’ in a derogatory way is only fuelling this sense of otherness and disrespect towards those experiencing homelessness. It strikes a similarity to people who say they ‘are bipolar’ when they have a mood change, or that they have ‘ADHD’ when they get distracted. It generates miscommunications about the actual behavioural sides of these diagnoses, and misconstrues awareness towards mental health issues. Society generally does not think about misusing mental health vocabulary, which can also be said for the misuse of the word ‘homeless’.  With both of these instances, it is harmful to make cruel generalisations towards a group of people that all have different stories, backgrounds and struggles.

It has already been established that using the term ‘person experiencing homelessness’ is less stigmatising than the label ‘homeless’, yet there is more potential for positive linguistical evolution.  It is important to reject any ‘othering’ language, and to call people out if they use words or phrases that may be considered derogatory. It is also important to avoid language or terms that suggests any kind of personal responsibility or blame- remember that every person experiencing homelessness will have different individual circumstances. Choosing to use empowering and inclusive language is a small but essential step.

The London-based charity Under One Sky has recently arrived in Durham, with its aim to change the narrative of homelessness, and to form empathetic relationships with those who find themselves without a home. My reference to this charity, and the amazing work it does, is relevant here due to its very name. Thinking about the term ‘Under One Sky’ is the perfect way to conclude. We are all living on the same earth, all under one sky, all equal. This should be in the forefront of our minds when considering how to treat people experiencing homelessness. My hope is that by making our language more inclusive and empathetic, we can create necessary change and continue to destigmatise homelessness.

If you’d like to hear more, or get involved with Under One Sky Durham, please email: underonesky.dusvo@durham.ac.uk

Or follow their social media page on Instagram: @uosdurham

1 Joe Smith, ‘To end homelessness, we need to change how we talk about it’, 2019https://thebristolcable.org/2019/03/to-end-homelessness-we-need-to-change-how-we-talk-about-it/

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It’s time to Get Our Knickers in a Twist: a brief interview

By Emma Large.

Content Warning: References to Sexual Assault.

The one thing that we all tend to take for granted – knickers. 

The crucial undergarments that not only provide the foundation for the rest of our clothes, but underpin and permit the routines and solaces of our regular lives. They keep us warm; they keep us clean; they can make us feel sexy and they can make us feel comfortable. We can stick pads into them when we are on our periods, and constantly they provide that valued additional barrier to the outside world; whether we keep this barrier on or take it off is a matter of our own choice. They really are indispensable – all at once I think emblematic of consent, privacy, comfort and sexiness.

Hence why the absence of pants is the core focus of Durham University student Serena Chamberlain’s charity campaign. I sat down with Serena to discuss the movement and ask her a few questions about what she thinks pants really mean to people.

  1. To start things off, can you give me a brief explanation of who you are and what the campaign involves?

Hi, yes. I’m Serena, I’m in my second year at Durham, and my campaign is called ‘Let’s Get Our Knickers in a Twist’ – a female student-led operation which aims to provide vulnerable women with access to brand new underwear. We ask for donations of brand-new packaged pants of any size or style, or we fundraise monetary donations in order to buy these items. We then take the pants to various women’s refuges in Durham, London and Somerset and drop them off.

  1. Can you explain what you mean by the term ‘vulnerable’?

I use the term ‘vulnerable’ as an umbrella word for women in lots of different kinds of situations. We provide new underwear for women who are involved in sex work; women who are victims of domestic violence and addiction; and women who have become involved in the criminal justice system, often through no fault of their own. Many of these circumstances often lead to homelessness, which exacerbates their current vulnerability.

  1. Why is there such a dire need for underwear specifically, for women in these vulnerable situations?

While it is great that clothes donations and charity shopping are becoming increasingly popular, lots of people forget that the one item which cannot be donated to charities nor bought from charity shops is underwear, due to personal hygiene reasons. There is consequently an underwear deficiency for those who cannot afford new pairs. We know having spoken to women’s refuges that they get very few donations of female underwear, and they so desperately need them.

  1. Why do people forget or choose not to donate underwear?

Many people are not aware of the issues I have just mentioned, so forget to donate underwear; moreover, people often choose not to donate pants because it requires a greater sacrifice. It’s easy to donate old jeans you haven’t worn in a few years, but having to go out and buy brand new underwear is a bigger effort requiring more money and time, so it is not done as much.

  1. What inspired you to start the campaign?

My mum and I have been volunteering at a women’s refuge local to us in Somerset for quite a few years now, and when we have asked what they need the most, it has always been underwear. Two years ago, my mum threw a large fundraising event for women’s knickers, and ever since I have wanted to do something similar but didn’t know what. Timing is key and I wanted to do it at university, because here it is easy to get more people on board and build a support network. 

I would say I had two key parallel experiences that incited my determination to set up this campaign. The first was when I was volunteering at the Somerset women’s refuge, when I was lucky enough to sit in on some ‘advisory sessions’ (as I believe they call them) with the ladies who came in. The second was during my volunteering in Zambia on a female-empowerment project. I conversed with the ladies on both occasions, and a common theme across both sets of conversations was that when these women were bleeding vaginally – either from menstruating or, unfortunately, from assault – they did not even have a pair of underwear to stick a pad to (if they had one).

  1. Now, I know about this next question because I was there (and it was indeed epic), but what is a ‘pants party’?

So, the ‘pants party’ movement is an initiative to increase donations to the campaign. It was a large all-women gathering in one of our university houses, with the dress code of pink or pants, where those attending were either encouraged to wear their knickers if they were comfortable – or if not, wear pink. This helped to create a really fun atmosphere and a united sense of femininity. We wanted the party to be ‘all-girls’ was so that we could create a safe space, especially in the current climate where I know my friends and I have felt a lot of unwanted male sexual attention. For me, I felt it was freeing to be in our underwear just for ourselves, free from external judgement and discussion. We had a camera and took some great pictures (with people’s permission of course) – which is where the cover picture for this interview came from.

We had a firm ‘no knickers no entry’ policy, which meant you had to bring a brand-new pack of underwear to the door in order to be let in. We collected 380 pairs of pants that evening, which we took to a women’s refuge a few days afterwards.

We are trying to encourage students at lots of different universities to hold their own pants parties and do their own take on it to collect donations of underwear – if you would like to do so, please get in touch with me!

  1. How many pairs of pants have you collected so far?

1882. 

  1. What are your plans for the future?

Alongside spreading the ‘pants party’ initiative, we are hoping to collaborate with some more underwear brands and charities to host joint fundraising events. Bravissimo has already sent us 500 pairs of underwear and we have a current collaboration with ‘Bottoms Up The Brand’, in which they’re giving us 10% of their profits from November.

There are plans in the works with some of the Durham University fashion shows and for further collaborations with Durham charities, like the City of Sanctuary through Durham Refugees Club, by matching their clothing donations with knickers donations to local asylum seekers.

  1. Do you think the problem of underwear might be difficult to talk about for some women? Do you think that female underwear has a certain taboo about it?

Yes, I do – and it’s a strange taboo because underwear is such a basic necessity. I think for some reason a sense of dignity is tied up in our idea of female underwear, maybe precisely because it is so fundamental to our lives, and is a symbol of our sexuality, and helps us with all our ‘embarrassing’ bodily functions that have been kept secret and underground by society for years. I think the stigma around pants could be similar or linked to the stigma around sanitary products. We know that many women in vulnerable situations may find requesting underwear humiliating or embarrassing, and we want to provide knickers for women without them needing to ask. But ultimately, we’d love to remove the stigma around female underwear which shouldn’t even be there in the first place.

  1.  If people want to donate to the campaign or help in some way, what should they do?

Please keep donating pants by dropping them around (contact us via email!) or donate at the GoFundMe link: https://www.gofundme.com/f/provide-knickers-to-ladies-who-need-them-most?member=22146243&sharetype=teams&utm_campaign=p_na+share-sheet&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_source=customer

Have your own pants party and help us to fundraise either physical pants or monetary donations.

Furthermore, if anyone has any ideas or connections that could help with fundraising please drop me a message – this kind of stuff really helps and opens up new pathways for the campaign!

Social media for ‘Let’s Get Our Knickers in a Twist’: Our Instagram and TikTok handle is @letsgetourknickersinatwist – follow us to get regular updates on the campaign, pant counts and to see where your donations are going and the impact they are having.

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Culture

Banksy in Ukraine – The Power of Art in War

By Thea Opperman.

On the 14th November, The Art Newspaper confirmed that the British street artist Banksy has created seven new murals in various locations across Ukraine, including the capital Kyiv, the suburb of Irpin and the town of Borodyanka. Speculation arose earlier this week as the graffiti artist debuted his latest mural on Instagram, whilst three more were spotted by civilians in and around Kyiv. 

The first artwork Banksy claimed ownership over was a mural in Borodyanka, portraying a painted gymnast doing a handstand on a pile of rubble. Borodyanka, 35 miles northwest of Kyiv, sustained significant damage from Russian infantry, and some 13,000 who lived in the town prior to the invasion, have had to flee. Oleksiy Savochka, a 32-year-old Ukrainian, spoke to the Agence France-Presse and stated that it is ‘a symbol that we are unbreakable…and our country is unbreakable.’

One mural depicts a man said to resemble the Russian president, Vladimir Putin, being thrown to the floor during a judo match with a young boy. Another shows a young gymnast doing a handstand, whilst the others include a bearded man taking a bath, a woman in her dressing gown, hair in curlers, wearing a gas mask and wielding a fire extinguisher, and, by incorporating an existing graffiti of a penis, Banksy has depicted a nuclear warhead loaded onto the back of an armoured truck.

The simplicity of Banksy’s subject matter is well known, but there is something distinctly beautiful about portraying such ordinary men and women doing such ordinary things – having a bath or curling your hair – in a country whose people and buildings are so torn and destroyed. 

Although these new works of Banksy’s are his first murals in over a year, the artist’s involvement in the war effort in Ukraine has been incredibly strong from the start. Back in March, a print of one of his most famous anti-war pieces, CNC Soldiers was sold at auction, raising $106,505 for a children’s hospital in Kyiv. The original mural first appeared outside the Houses of Parliament in London in 2003, during protests against the war in Iraq.

Given the recent developments in Poland following the two deaths on NATO soil, it would be easy to overlook what a momentous moment this work from Banksy is for Ukraine. In fact, speaking to Reuters’ Gleb Garanich and Max Hunder, 31-year-old Alina Mazur said, ‘this is such a historic moment for our country, that people like Banksy and other famous figures are coming here and showing the world what Russia has done to us.’

The importance of fame and world-wide notability has been a key player in the Ukrainian war-efforts – indeed, Sean Penn has just lent Ukrainian president Volodymyr Zelenskyy his Oscar as a ‘symbol of faith.’ However, Banksy’s work feels like the first sign of solidarity from the art world, insofar as there is new art being created on the ground for the Ukrainian people. Completing these works in Ukraine, they are a sign of peace and unity of course, but more poignantly, Banksy has given the people of Ukraine pieces of art to come back to, to rebuild their country upon in a time where creativity has been forced to take a back seat.

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Poetry

The Sailing-Boat

The Sailing-Boat

Jake Henson

 

At once there was a Sailing-Boat, 

A chariot of swift oak frame,

Then skimming upon the river’s throat

They heard the voice proclaim:

 

Pull on the silvery halyard!

Grasp th’ethereal cords,

Hear the mechanically whispering bard,

With tales of harlequin fjords. 

 

Walk from our vessel of drudgery

A plank of fracturing joy, 

To swim in an idyllic rosary

And thousands of fishes employ

 

For infinite trading and trafficking

along rows of celestial scales,

whilst idols and wheels are mimicking

a lattice of unholy grails.

 

Starlight creeps over the mountains,

To set the attention ablaze,

And five hundred luminous fountains,

Attract the pulsating gaze 

 

And what of the boat which is sailing? 

The swift-footed ode to the sky,

It carries its crew who are ailing

From an always-devouring eye.