3:28pm, Sydney

MINOR RITUALS IN EMPTYING #1

1.58pm, San Francisco

6.53pm, Sydney

A hypothetical minor graph...

Julie

4.48pm, Sydney

I said I would carry this for you but now i am not sure if it is for you or me...



Julie and Richard in Sydney

9:05pm London SE22

I'm searching for a new song. Some new energy to fill out our time. Our investment is 3:37. The best that I can do in this time is 3:34. I have lost us 3 seconds. It was a gamble that I was willing to take. I think it was worth it. I think we can stretch it out, push it over the edges. She had magic in her hands. She could make anything grow. Magic in her hands...

Just hold your breath a little longer inbetween. Let it out a little slower. Just once, and we'll make it back. This house always wins. She had magic in her hands. She could make anything grow. Magic in her hands...

Suck in that air, and blow on those die. Those lucky die. Shake them off with a kiss and let our fortune take its turn. Set sail for pastures new. She had magic in her hands. She could make anything grow. Magic in her hands...

Where to now...?

10:38 am, Sydney

Three minutes and thirty-seven seconds of words un-edited:
Sitting, what the hell, these obstacles!
But I found this pony and he was so sad.
Discarded in the lane-way
But he never played with the big cats or intimidated the main man.
But what a sound he had made because he actually is very wise
Knows everything
In silence
Yellow mane, waterfall down
Reaching below to stretch up
No trusting but much belief
Shadows on the floor remind me of the speckles on the flank
Together with the dreams that keep re-occurring and telling me something that I have forgotten
Or need to remember from the past…

7.16pm Melbourne

There is an exhilaration, a sense of play and a freedom that comes from not being in the place that is usually “home”. Add a dash of Spring and a glass or two of alcohol and you have a buoyant cocktail. I am in Melbourne and it seems that all I have to think about is creating and generating work with a dash of critical questioning, no other commitments. I walk the freshly washed early evening streets, everything sparkles and there is a promise, a jewel hidden round every corner. That one song I keep on my mobile greets me and urges me on. Colourful hats and whimsical fabrics laugh at me from shop windows. I would never wear such a thing but the frivolity of my mood taunts me, saying “come on – it could be fun! You can do anything!” There is an energy, at the moment, that is very much about living fully, no half measures, no undue compromise! This has been fuelled, once again, by the ever-present spectre of immortality. Life lost and life taking its final curtain call. The players having strutted their stage brilliantly, brightly and with inspiration. May we all aspire to this! May I aspire to this and never self censor a moment based on judgement by another.