Thursday 22 April 2010
Hullness - a summary
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We will be continuing the debate this year, so if you have any ideas or thoughts to contribute, please let us know!
Wednesday 21 April 2010
Young people and place - Hull city centre
We would really like to thank everyone who gave us their time - you were all a pleasure to talk to!
We talked to a lot of free runners who have a unique perception of the built environment. We have become big fans of Free Running - an energetic method of urban exploration - also known as 'Parkour':
Monday 30 November 2009
Hullness Debate 6.30 - 7.30pm 10th Dec: How do we preserve Hull’s historic cityscape when considering flood-risk?
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On the 10th of December, 6.30 - 7.30pm, Arc will be holding a Hullness debate exploring new approaches to living with the increased risk of flooding. Please come along, bring your flood photographs and tell us your flood stories!
Aims
The original aim of the Hullness debates were to inform the Hull City Council Area Action Plan about Hull's architecture and what makes the city a unique place to live.
The risk of flooding, and how we can live with water should be part of this ongoing discussion. The built environment will need to develop because of flood-risk. We would like to raise awareness of the approach that other countries have taken that the increase in water can be a cultural and economic opportunity.
Outcomes
To inform the RIBA Building Futures exhibition to be held at Arc in March 2010. The information that we provide in Hull will continue to tour Britain with the exhibition.
This local research will also inform the supplementary planning document that Arc is producing in partnership with Hull City Council.
We will also be presenting photographs from a recent flood research trip to Holland (see photo above), that show that providing space for water can actually improve public space. Speakers will be announced shortly.
Saturday 15 August 2009
Hullness: a global perspective.
Kingston upon Hull (usually referred to as "Hull") UK.
Population: 257,000
Hull, Quebec (now part of the city of Gatineau), Canada.
Population: 66,246. Approximately 80% of the hullois or hulloise residents speak French as their first language. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gatineau
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Hull, Tuscaloosa County, Alabama. USA.
Population: No information, it looks like there are just 3 houses there.
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Hull, Walker County, Alabama. USA.
Population: No information but it looks like an isolated school in open countryside with nearby villages.
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Hull, Florida, USA.
Population:150 apparently, not sure where they all are as it looks like a farm.
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Hull, Georgia, USA.
Population:160. http://hull.georgia.gov/05/home/0,2230,8910436,00.html;jsessionid=E9AEECAE2E3EC552AF9116FB92E3F736
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Hull, Illinois, USA.
Population:474. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hull,_Illinois
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Hull, Iowa, USA.
Population: 1960. http://www.cityofhull.org/
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Hull, Massachusetts, USA.
Population: 11050 http://www.hullmagazine.com/
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Hull, Minnesota, USA.
Population: No information, it looks uninhabited. Apparently it was once an important rail road route (now decomissioned) for the mining industry.
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Hull, North Dakota, USA.
Population: No information, it looks like 8 houses and a farm.
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Hull, Ohio, USA.
Population: No information. It looks like a few houses on a single road.
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Hull, Texas, USA.
Population: 1800. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hull,_Texas
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Hull, Marathon County, Wisconsin, USA.
Population:773. It looks like a large sparsely populated area.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hull,_Marathon_County,_Wisconsin
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Hull, Portage County, Wisconsin, USA.
Population: 5493. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hull,_Portage_County,_Wisconsin
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Down Cemetery Road: Larkin on Hull 1964
In this 1964 BBC Monitor documentary John Betjeman interviews Philip Larkin. It includes excellent footage of Hull's sixties cityscape and surrounding countryside before regeneration.
Sunday 2 August 2009
hullness - an early definition
Hullness - noun1 the fact of quality (of a person) of being from Hull; resemblance of the city (of the place) : The Housemartins show the characteristic of Hullness | there is a real Hullness about the Fruit Market. See notes on Hull- [prefix] and Kingstonian.2 slightly self-deprecating response, in particular to place : it’s their Hullness that criticizes their place before someone else does | there is a real Hullness with this quarter of Rotterdam.3 under-rated and | or underperforming in competitive environments : which of the great Universities did you go to? Oxford, Cambridge or Hull? (Black Adder goes Forth). There is a Hullness about the disappointing final result.4 avoidance of airs and graces : it’s their Hullness that makes them so down to earth.5 opposite of Dullness : Hull is not Dull thus Hullness is not Dullness.6 having a draw-bridge and defensive mentality : Hull is just different to Sheffield and much better than Doncaster in spite of what the current market rates suggest.[ predic. ] (Hull on) having the visible appearance and predictable behaviour of a resident of Hull (occasionally damp footed) : Bob has a real Hull on today because of the rain.DERIVATIVESHull - proper nounKingston upon Hull |Kings:town | up:on hullulll| very propernounORIGIN Old English - hullulluul, of Yorkshire origin.Hull- a prefix city and port in north (subjective geography) of England, situated at the junction of the Hull and Humber rivers; pop. 252,000. Official name Kingston-upon-Hull.
Saturday 1 August 2009
Poetry by Gillian Dyson
Former Arc staff member, Gillian Dyson's creative practice includes the process of enabling communities and engaging others through formal or informal education. She is currently Senior Lecturer in Performance Arts, with The School of Film, TV & Performance, Leeds Metropolitan University. This is her take on hullness.
Big Sky
The sky is mostly blue. Or grey.
It is mostly grey.
And when it is blue there are Cirrus – long streaks of white like broad, wet brush strokes. Easily mistaken for the vapour trails of planes. Or the streaked droppings of gulls.
High winds. South Westerly, rushing from the backbone across the chest and out to sea.
A flat, steel, calming grey that melds land to heaven.
Since Howard’s classification – Altostratus, middle grey cloud that cover the entire sky.
Battle of Britain skies – from the boxes of Airfix, or the pub walls of Lincolnshire.
With fierce, East Coast light that bleaches the dining table and puts the sun visors down on every lorry cab as they motor East to the shipping lines.
It is mostly blue.
In summer it is warm, in the lea of the wind, huddled in gardens, on patios and decking.
The sound of mowing always droning like some lost bumble bee searching for it’s burrow.
The smell of barbeque coals and dripping pork fat, so determinedly resisting the chilling breezes, wind against tide.
It is mostly grey. The buildings, the cars, all become grey. Without reflected light the definition is lost, and sea becomes land, and city becomes water, and water becomes sky.
Just as Aesop described coats are drawn closer, hoods pulled up – the wind has no chance of stripping to naked the people. Only the night can do that, when men and women and children are drawn in semi-naked pilgrimage to drink and party in shirt sleeves and bare legs and breasts and cold blue skin, stained only by the even bluer ink of the tattoo needle, or the temporary gravy staining of fake tan.
But it is mostly blue.
Flat lands
The land flattens to the east, allowing great vents of South Westerly wind to prevail uninterrupted, unchecked until they exhaust somewhere in the North Sea.
The City is edged by the great estuary. Not a coastal edging/ border with infinite longing over a churning foam of breaking waves. Instead, a near-to view of South bank neighbors, with equally (or greater) flat expanses in the distance.
This edging is over a breach of water – breaking through and leaching out, hemouraging nitrogen enriched clay into the cold sea water.
It is as if the city was washed up with the clay, caught in the matting of reeds and flotsum and sheeps wool.
Underlying chalk has little or no influence on the topography.
It grows like a boil/ seed against the undulating line of the estuary. Blistering out into the surrounding earth, to grow wheat, and rape, and linseed.
That estuary line itself peaters out with a florish, a serif, and upstroke that becomes the Spurn. Just a meter or two. Head above the waves. That is all of that city to resist the tide and keep from becoming drift wood.
Spurn, to reject, scorn, refuse.
A refusal to sit still. Shifting sands. Transient. Vagrant. Un-named.
Naming
The Hull in tributary to the estuary cuts north. The naming of the city weds it to the body of the vessels upon which it becomes to reliant. The bulk of the ship, the bulging belly of it, fat with grain or salt or mutton or men to be carried out on the tide. Becoming invisible to the naked eye, to tip over the horizon. Or off loading, on the dockside, fish spewed from sea-sick stomachs when they become static on shore. Sick of the constant churning, but not-allowing to become part of the land, forced to keep returning – to be the hull of the ship, the cargo hold, the ballast.
The hulls of ships lie in their hundreds out, east from the city. Splintered and lost their plates fall open with great moans, to be sought out, unseen, by day fishermen, canny to the activity of guillemot and gannets over wrecks that shelter Pollack and whiting, ling and codling. Or found, seen, by divers who covet metals and trinkets but even more cherish their histories. Or worst of all swept aside by great dredgers and salvage vessels, with the disinterest and distain of an abusive parent who knock aside a wimpering child.
Un naming
Our friends in the north. Five percent remained. Five percent of the city left untouched by bombing raids and the subsequent and necessary bull dozers to render rubble safe, to sweep aside unfound bodies and bury family treasures. Never named. Too important to be named. The foundling babe that unchristened is left in limbo. Resistance.
© G. Dyson 2009
http://www.gilliandyson.co.uk