Thursday, June 1, 2017

a pure change happened

I had returned home to find one of our neighbours had put a sofa onto the street outside the houses as an offering to passersby in need of a place to lounge for free. Resting on the sofa was a large sheet of glass (my own length if I were lain down sideways) which I leant against a lamp post so that I could sit down for a testing. From outside this casual moment a loud and penetrating crack like thunder, clap, brought me to my senses. Instantaneously an intricate network of tiny cracks flashed across the sheet of glass. For a short and arresting moment the rectangular shape with it's singular outline remained intact, shot through with a thousand branching fissures. The next moment a thousand tiny pieces of glass fell separately yet simultaneously to the ground in a grand whooshing. My mind was stopped, stopped thinking, and all my attention held in a sequence of rare and slow moments where one thing changed into another. 

Monday, January 30, 2017

somewhere becoming rain

Pathological -  a dirty word? I settled for neurosis. 

A bumble bee drawn in by the purple hyacinths was throwing itself against the glass in the atrium. I opened the outside door once he had opened the inside (a ritual I always perform), and waited for it to fly away. He smiled. I pointed to the flowers and walked in. They were not in full bloom the last time I was here. 

Japan. Whitsun Weddings. Anonymity. Excavation. Passivity underrated. Those small instruments and careful scrapings revealing the ruins and artefacts embedded in, and available to, present and momentary perception if you pay attention. 

'somewhere becoming rain'  

And I remembered 'tomorrow it will rain over Bouville' - a symbol of transmutation and the future? Because it relates to normalising, to making people who don't fit aberrant, to discrimination and worse, I'm guessing.