Thursday, 30 June 2011

beginnings of a part of a piece [probably best performed live as a competition of quick wit...more about that another day]

he came down. he is to take. You must visit him. he comes. the girls may go. you may send them. you must indeed go. he comes. Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go. you must go.
he should not go. you should have gone. he left the room.
Mr Bingley will dance. he would return. Mr Bingley returned. sat with him in his library. the party entered the assembly room. Mr Darcy soon drew the attention of the room. he danced. Mr Darcy danced. Elizabeth Bennet had been obliged to sit down. Mr Darcy had been standing. You are dancing. one of her sisters sitting down. turning round he looked. You had better return. Mr Darcy walked off. Elizabeth remained. Mr Bingley had danced. They returned. she entered the room. And danced with her. He danced. as she was going down. he danced. He walked here. he walked there
he danced. he had danced. I would not dance. I promise you never to dance.
The visit was returned. She danced. two or three officers joined in dancing. Mr Darcy stood near. Elizabeth moving. are you not dancing? I have not the least intention of dancing. Elizabeth turned away.
Colonel Forster and Captain Carter do not go. he sees them standing in Clarkes’s library. it came. the servant waited. Come as soon as you can. You had better go. I had much rather go. Jane was obliged to go. her mother attended her to the door. A servant from Netherfield brought. I would go. Elizabeth was determined to go. We will go. three young ladies set off. they walked. they parted. Elizabeth continued her walk. crossing field after field. jumping. springing. She was shown to the breakfast-parlour. she should have walked. though up to leave her room. Elizabeth was glad to be taken to her. delighted at her entrance. Miss Bingley left them. they were joined. The apothecary came. Elizabeth did not quit. being out. A servant was dispatched
The two ladies retired. Elizabeth was summoned. Elizabeth sat. she returned. as soon as she was out of the room. must she be scampering about. When she came into the room. they repaired to her room on leaving the dining-parlour and sat with her until summoned. On entering the dining room. She drew near the card-table and stationed herself between Mr Bingley and his eldest sister. Elizabeth left the room. Elizabeth joined them
Elizabeth passed the chief of the night in her sister’s room. The note was immediately dispatched. After sitting. the mother and three daughters all attended her in the breakfast-parlour. if I should resolve to quit. I should probably be off I consider myself as quite fixed here. Charlotte Lucas had been at Longbourn since her coming away. she called. she would go home. put herself forward. then departed. Elizabeth returned
Elizabeth joined their party in the drawing-room. Mr Darcy was writing Miss Bingley, You should be gone. you had better stay. You would probably not go. We may as well wait. Miss Bingley moved. she seated herself. as she turned over some music books. Mr Darcy drawing near. they were walking. they were met from another walk. you intended to walk. Taking the disengaged arm she left Elizabeth to walk. We had better go into the avenue. stay. She then ran. she rambled. leaving her room
When the ladies removed. Elizabeth ran. attended her to the drawing-room. the gentlemen entered. Before he had advanced. she removed. He then sat down to stretch. Darcy took up a book. threw. He may go. got up and walked. Elizabeth turned away
Elizabeth wrote. going was deferred. they were to go. they parted. Elizabeth took leave. their coming.
I know of nobody that is coming. I received this letter. I answered it. receiving me into your house. He folded up the letter. Let him to come. Mr Collins was punctual to his time, and was received. had not been seated long. He was interrupted by a summons to dinner. The hall, the dining-room and all its furniture.
when the servants were withdrawn. Some shelves in the closets upstairs. The garden in which stands my humble abode is separated only by a lane from Rosings Park. Mr Bennet was glad to take his guest into the drawing-room. a book was produced. I shall walk. when Mr Denny comes back from town. Mr Collins much offended laid aside his book. Seated himself at another table.
While Mrs Bennet was stirring. Lydia’s intention of walking. have his library to himself. thither Mr Collins had followed him. Inviting Mr Collins to join his daughters in their walk. extremely well pleased to close his large book and go. their time passed till they entered. walking with an officer. he bowed as they passed. Kitty and Lydia, lead the way across the street. the two gentlemen turning back had reached the same spot. Mr Wickham who had returned. Darcy and Bingley were seen riding down the street. the two gentlemen came directly towards them. Mr Wickham after a few moments, touched his hat. took leave and rode on.

Contexture, University College Falmouth

Dw'n crwydro'r byd

Contexture, Woodlane Campus, University College Falmouth June 2011
woven paper on string, old paper [perhaps 40 years or more] printed, text printed on canvas.

about the creation
words printed on canvas

It was in a cube space of its own - I failed to take a photo of whole space - two people have said they will send image...but haven't...

by the accidental dropping of the D in the title, it became a question.
more words added on seing the work [it was in a lovely three sided

Dw'n crwydro'r byd

Thursday, 16 June 2011

writing during a performance

Gwrando showing some of their Capeli work at Capel Y Graig

[this means I was not perhaps as attentive as I should have been - can't read all of my scribbles]

This chapel smells like a catholic church. It didn’t last week.

An hum de run
An hum de run
An hun
They are almost singing the word
they are almost chanting the word
they chant their song on the word
a mumble of speech on the word
[it is Pentecost, it is an almost singing]

Horseback now it has been deconsecrated although situation there are many don’t come financially corrugated iron overlooking the valley clean and fresh bright light keep chapel Sunday school celebrations we found to you trees marriage certificates pools of daisies the problem of capel also the service every Sunday throughout later this chapel sun he opened up for us the chapel itself inside the health and safety bars more best acoustics builders meant to have finished hadn’t thick dust spray polish silence shuffling whispering there was a murmur some intrigue he was waiting thinking fresh flowers the chapel inside very impressive of whom he is the carpet complain it used to be three hundred by the first time the cleaners arrived so much dust sound is wonderful vibrations rudely interrupted.

The insistent heart beat and the preacher punching the air

Great to pedal
Swell to pedal

Gwrando: Capeli @ Capel Y Graig

Wednesday, 15 June 2011


The multiple split book that meets at the fold, the one fold many times repeated. Only in our heads can we imagine this whole by imagining the pages sliding into each other, meeting at the fold. A projection of light images fired into the same space allowing a sliding into but not mingling not merging, they still need their distinct pages but allow blanks to be filled by the fullness of pages. Still that hint whisper of the blank of the nothingness of the silence

Tuesday, 7 June 2011

after, in the wake of...crwydro'r byd

one speaks while hearing one’s own speaking, wedding the self and sound as a singular event... since the voice is capable of being internalized at the same time as it is externalized, it can spill over from subject to object and object to subject, violating the bodily limits upon which classic subjectivity depends (LaBelle, B. (2010). Background Noise. New York/ London: Continuum)

The voice is also felt in the body: it vibrates, through breath, in the diaphragm, the folds of the vocal chords and in the eardrum.

Words that desire to be said, that cannot be said, not publically said. The unsaid is part of us is held, holds us. Words woven into a nest that sits in the hand, long string imply possible future weavings. Words made material, 3 dimensional, words safe enough to give to you – but silent, unreadable words. I also give my words to a stranger [ripped into strips, rearranged, retyped, remade], he sits back to back with me, reads my fragmented words, I cannot see him, I can hear his voice as he spills his/my body out, I feel my words as his rib cage resonates against mine. Self and other.

I embody the words. I disembody the words – hand them over, both readable and unreadable, I re-embody the words both feeling/hearing them come back to me and as I weave. I hear and feel my words but do not speak them.

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