The Postwarwickshire Institute is a roving institution home to the Centre for Final Contemporary Thought

FAQ below:

What is a ‘roving institution? 

We first encountered ‘roving’ at Gilmorehill. The roving model is a site of fatigue and decay- we find our institution as an emergent system, from, but not tethered to, molten warwick(shire). We rove because we cannot be still, if we are still, we too may melt, become carceral, be punished, perhaps. 

The Postwarwickshire Institute exists solely in the realm of the present (that is final), as such, we must continue to move, to tirelessly preserve our malleable, incorporeal form.  Why do you host the Centre for Final Contemporary Thought? 

We are borne of finalcontemporarythought, and as such, we must create a home for it. If it is not located within an institution, the centre worries that it may cease to exist. If an institution has no centres, it, too, begins to panic. We are a codependent, reciprocal system. One cannot be without the other. 

Where is Postwarwickshire?

Edinburgh, The Fine Art Library, Lighthouse Books, Glasgow, Great Western Road, Queens Park, Govanhill, Dixon Road, Shawlands, Kenilworth Avenue, Murano, Ashton Lane, The M8, The University of Glasgow, Fotheringay Road, Garscube Road, King Street, Central Belt, Falkirk High, Manchester, The Peer Hat, Coventry, Warwickshire, Warwick, Warwick Castle, Swan Street, Priory Park, Leamington Spa, The Parade, Kenilworth Road, Kenilworth, The A46, the M40, Gloucestershire, Moreton-in-Marsh, London, New Cross, Dixon Road, Borough Market, Nunhead Cemetery, Ladywell, White Cube Gallery, Sweatbox, East Dulwich, Ireland, France, Saint Leger, Supercrackinette

What is Postwarwickshire?

That which emerges from history and finds itself askew. 
That which infects history with finalcontemporarythought,
That which crawls adjacent to time and looks at it askance,
That which melts, pours as if to become liquid, 
That which is pained by the harmony of a projected timeline.

Watch us historicise with broken skin.

Hyphenographic Map



If postwarwickshire is neither post-warwickshire, post, nor warwickshire,

What is it?

What is it, (a lurch,)

Nonsense hymn sheet in stained window,

Or the very stain that’s suspended

Over the glass-

Some sort of overlay,

Enmeshed overlay that colours streets.



May it be a grammatical form that congeals,

Essential congealing of gelformed events,

Events hanging/ Flying over A46,

Or the very site, that first got into me

First facilitated,

Hole in jeans,( holeconscious, )

Appearance of flagellated

Falsecut state of metal implements which

Served to signify some other unknowable thing.



Wasn’t yet present with it—-

Wasn’t aware, just hauling myself over the grassy hillock

To the petrol,

To aloe vera juice.

Smashing the ground underneath-

Wrenching open bacon and mushroom

Lying stale on the tabletop.



The spectral form (me)

That’s hanging in the parkland exposed—–

Elemental exposure, wanting to just

Tether myself to the Nunhead undergrowth—–

That’ll get him again,

Or make the form disappear-

Put it back into priory park,

Right where the dynamite sticks sent

Bricks careening over the Atlantic.



Terror! Or

Several hundred sounds at once-

And several epochs

Glinting in the sword’s reflection,

Even when the stab’s made of wood,

Or plastic,

Brass, steel or selenite,

Absolutely nothing to do with it———–
Absolutely nothing at all.