Lying on the sea shore/A piece of sea-worn old sea shore
A dance inspired by Babette Barthelmess’s meditations on the symbolic meanings of the Neolithic carved stone ball found at Towie, Aberdeenshire.
Even before we moved to Orkney, I think we both realised that there were things to be missed on leaving Suffolk
Vexations: a solo piano piece by a 19th Century French composer repeated 840 times in an 8-9 hour performance.
“I was not happy at the time: not happy with my job; more to the point, not happy with myself.”
The furrows of freshly-turned red earth gleamed slightly in the low evening sun, shining not with wetness but from the smoothing cut of the plough’s blade.
The things you can see, if you keep your eyes open,
In a cave, in a wood, in a land beside the sea/Sits a Child, inside a Man, inside a Mind that thinks it’s Me
I still remember the shop-lady in Sunderland/Who called me “pet”.”
“Our love stands like a monolith in my soul’s landscape:”