Another old favourite, rediscovered this morning.
[“Description: Cloaked, cowled figures wander in patterns to rhythm instruments.” *as well as the rhythmic shuffling of their own feet*]
This piece, more pared down, dare I say, than most of Beckett’s other stage work, opens up [in my mind] an enormous amount of space for reflection on a) choreography b) rhythm c) geometry d) the progressive disappearance of those others we connect to [co-trot with] – and as they one by one walk off stage are we then condemned to persist in our patterns as if the others were still with us rubbing the stage floor with their feet?
[Then, I think about beehives, and about six corners instead of four.]
Be all that as it may. Aside from the existential, it is mainly choreography this piece has made me think about, and I’m someone rapidly made to feel at odds with the unspoken choreography of busy public spaces.
Two of my old[ish] visual poems [/collages] were snatched up by a glimpse of [an online journal focusing on hybrid and experimental narratives] for their meandering Uncontrollable Issue [go read the whole thing]
What is it? [Art made/occurring/appearing within the disorderly, the uncontrollable environment/body/self. An incident.]
See my pieces here.
Reminded of this piece by a friend who’s currently studying Beckett’s Words and Music for a seminar.
This is the Continue reading
I just finished a diary entry which basically amounts to how badly I wish I were a Coen Brother. I don’t really, of course, because I’d miss being in this girl body, with the mind I grew into, and I’d miss being an only child, being thirty, being , and and and.
Also, if I were to choose someone else to be, I couldn’t really choose. The whole point Continue reading
Yesterday, I left the house. This has happened before, so let’s refine the previous sentence: Yesterday, I left the house and went to Sheffield.
There was a purpose: the Women Who Write the World event, at Union St.
It was part of the Women in Translation month, an event organised by Tilted Axis press.
Present were Aoko Matsuda, there to discuss her recently published short ‘The Girl Who Is Getting Continue reading