Hold Your Own

Originally written for Exeunt “Talking about love is like dancing about architecture.” - Playing By Heart It’s a little asinine, but it’ll do the trick for this context (I’m willing to bet you can dance quite beautifully about architecture). But talking about poetry always feels a little redundant. The words are already there. Precisely chosen … Continue reading Hold Your Own

Writing. Huh. What is it good for.

It’s November. It’s Sunday morning and I’m in bed listening to the church bells, contemplating putting gloves on because really my flat is bloody cold and re-reading Shaun Tan when I should be writing. Though actually I am writing. Strike that. Reverse it. (Then get a copy of The Arrival, because it’s gorgeous and glorious … Continue reading Writing. Huh. What is it good for.

Trust

There’s a thing that happens on stage. In rooms. Not always. Not necessarily even often. But when it does; a performer trusts us, as an audience, with something of themselves. Sometimes it’s their body; the sight of it unhidden, unprotected, perhaps uncontextualised. They allow our eyes to crawl on their skin, to skitter across it … Continue reading Trust

Fox Symphony

Originally written for Exeunt I think The Arrival by Shaun Tan might be one of the most eloquent books ever written. It has no words. After seeing Fox Symphony, I came home and re-read (re-looked at?) it straight away. I’m doing it again now. Entirely through illustration, it tells the story of immigration. Not just … Continue reading Fox Symphony