A seven year cycle happens everyday : a reading room, exhibition and thinking space : Pam Flett Press

Gallery press release: It’s seven years since the first publication of independent serial, the Pam Flett Press. Four issues completed, tens of thousands of words and many photographs, they essay everyday things and places, and use these as a means with which to think differently. Call yourself a bloody professional: on avoiding a career and pursuing amateurism as a creative and critical strategy. Lord Biro and the writing on the wall: on the names we go by and the curious messages to be discerned from city surfaces. Gumming up the works: on gum, compost, and ways to chew things over. Vague terrain: on brownfield sites, in between-ness and other uncertainties. Several others are in progress. I see faces: on pareidolia and what might be read into things. Witches knickers and carrier bag theories: on plastic bags and all they can contain. The good place that is no place: on visions of utopia and ideas of home. Waiting for a bus that never comes: on lingering at bus stops and explorations by public transport A guide to the retail universe: on the contemporary high street and edge of town retail parks. The project’s presentation at Five Years is an opportunity to think about what’s done and what is yet to do. It’s a reading room, exhibition, and a space for diagramming future developments. You are invited to look, read, listen and discuss, joining a series of interlocutors whose conversations will explore the Press’ project. ‘A seven-year cycle happens every day’ is a line from The Fall track ‘Over! Over!’ As a band, they have provided the actual and conceptual sound-track from which the Press has emerged. Mark E. Smith has been a lodestar for exploring an everyday that is both vernacular and esoteric. The Press’ presentation at Five Years marks his recent passing and pays homage through a curated playlist from the substantial body of work he leaves behind. 'I think it's over now, I think it's ending / I think it's over now, I think it's beginning’.