Repetition and Death

Time is change. So if nothing changes, then there is no time. And if there is no time, there is surely death. Is this the root of our adversity to repetition, because it reminds us of death? I attended a lecture series by a marine biologist Andreas Weber who at one point said that we

Can you manage?

Land management, water management, anger management, time management, micro managing, managing illness, business managing. How do you manage all that! I hope you’re managing. “The word ‘Manage’ derived from the Italian language ‘maneggiare’ that means to handle, especially tools or a horse. ‘Maneggiare’ derived from two Latin words ‘manus’(hand) and ‘agere’(to act).” To act with

the great seepage

A woman walks past me on the path as I sit on a table at a riverside pub garden. She hangs her shoulders, slumping slightly as she shuffles directly past my table. She furrows her brow and in the split second I look up at her, she laments “I’m so confused” into her bluetooth headphones.

The anti-social hour

People say that past 10pm is an anti-social time. Up until about 6am. But I believe I have found an hour, or perhaps just a collection of minutes that is even more antisocial than that. It is 8.40pm. At 8.40pm commuters have had their dinner. They are on the sofa by this point, catching up

The zen rusher

When you are rushing you are able to think of nothing other there than the act of rushing. Everything blurs into the background. Thoughts, hopes, anxieties, reflections, daydreaming. Your attention is firmly anchored to the experience of time passing and your trying to keep up with it. Hand glued to phone, I make a point

All holes point to paradise

A splash. A slop. A swish. A crash. The sound of water is a very easy reference to pull from memory. I’ve been sticking a waterproofed piezo mic into various bodies of water lately, and learning a lot about the sound of water. The times when I achieve a classic ‘watery’ sound, the trickling of

Enacting ecological thinking through interactive performance

Last night I had the pleasure of attending a theatre workshop hosted by co-directors of Waste Paper Opera, who I have previously collaborated with on a workshop Useless L(AI)bour. Aswell as being a really joyful and engaging workshop, it made me think about interactivity. Again, more and as always. During the introduction they introduced one

A message to crumpets everywhere

This evening, chowing down on a piece of microwaved flatbread soaked in a generous amount of butter, I thought to myself, “this tastes a lot like a crumpet.” This made me quite happy at first and then suddenly suspicious. And. that’s when I realised: Are crumpets only nice because they have been designed to contain

The noise that polluted the river

This morning at 8am my neighbours had their front drive ripped out. Meanwhile I was deep in dreaming that I was by a river. The image was quite a romantic one of a picturesque river meandering through field surrounded by vegetation. But it was strange because it sounded like a much wider, fast moving river

Fibonacci’s Breakfast

Every morning when she finishes her bowl of muesli, she pours herself another bowl but this time half the size of the previous portion. Like this she continues, bowl after bowl, gradually halving in size until she is down to just a few grains of oats. Once she has made herself a portion that is