{"id":2332,"date":"2015-06-01T12:10:49","date_gmt":"2015-06-01T11:10:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/motherstories.co.uk\/?p=2332"},"modified":"2015-06-01T12:10:49","modified_gmt":"2015-06-01T11:10:49","slug":"abandoned","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/2015\/06\/01\/abandoned\/","title":{"rendered":"Abandoned"},"content":{"rendered":"

I haven’t abandoned my family….it’s a refuge at a conference about mothering. I don’t feel as if I’ve abandoned anyone. I just like the word abandoned…because of the abandoned pram…I’m tired now from listening and talking and hugging and getting inspiration and feeling together with a supportive group of artists and academics…all is hopeful…I’ve drunk two glasses of wine..smoked one cigarette……I’m.returning to stay with my friend..I’m.holding some flowers for her….I’m holding.<\/p>\n

I hope the flowers are enough to show my love.<\/p>\n

I held hands. I heard voices some were loud…some emotional…<\/p>\n

A hand a mind a heart a theory an encounter with others sharing.<\/p>\n

Walking to the train this morning I photographed an abandoned black pram. forgotten or collapsed and no longer in use the owner disposed of it on the street, sucking\u00a0 cups and detritus below….<\/p>\n

Trying to find the venue for the conference I met a woman heading to court to.do jury service, I thought she was showing me the way…but she wasn’t. She wanted to talk about believing and god…she asked me if I was a believer. I listened I responded to her I told her that I was an atheist.<\/p>\n

I got lost.<\/p>\n

Today I didn’t want to be lost I wanted to be drinking coffee with friends, talking it easy…I found the place it was fine I even had time for coffee in a paper cup…<\/p>\n

This is easy I sit I negotiate place. Elephant and castle…I.have driven around your roundabout many times.<\/p>\n

The woman beside me is talking to her mother your getting a bit controlling please stop<\/em> she is recounting a story…<\/p>\n

Grab on too.
\nYou haven’t got any control, it’s ok if your going to latch onto me.<\/em>
\nI feel uncomfortable writing this woman’s story this overheard conversation<\/p>\n

Hello hello<\/em> it’s Patrick trying to ring I can’t talk not here…have to watch where I am, watch the stations, watch for catford<\/p>\n

Messages from mum…Naoise in shower…
\nMessage from Patrick…Naoise wanted to say goodnight.<\/p>\n

I feel bad she hasn’t got anyone else<\/em>(woman beside me talking to her mother again).<\/p>\n

I wonder if the pramwill still be on the street. I’ll photograph it if it’s still there.<\/p>\n

Things are temporal, you can’t catch everything…all the information comes in..seeps in…unable to filter..<\/p>\n

Natalie Loveless….work with a smart phone….<\/p>\n

A man talking to himself…doing sums…people staring at phones but his screen is a calculator.<\/p>\n

I wonder what he is counting?\u00a0 Why he is counting out loud?<\/p>\n

8… It should be 16…<\/em><\/p>\n

The abandoned pram was gone…<\/p>\n

Spoke to Naoise said goodnight….spoke to.syd he thought I.was at the South Bank not the Elephant and Castle, so did I,….I had a romantic idea that I would be staring at the river Thames. Instead I continued to get lost all day, down a rabbit warren of corridors…<\/p>\n

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I haven’t abandoned my family….it’s a refuge at a conference about mothering. I don’t feel as if I’ve abandoned anyone. I just like the word abandoned…because of the abandoned pram…I’m tired now from listening and talking and hugging and getting inspiration and feeling together with a supportive group of artists and academics…all is hopeful…I’ve drunk … Continue reading Abandoned<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2331,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2332","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2332"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2332"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2332\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2332"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2332"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helensargeant.co.uk\/mother-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}