we have a small gap in our curtains, i stare out beyond the chimney pots to big fluffy clouds illuminated by bright sunshine. children and parents wander by as they return home from the school run. i pause to consider where to take this next.
i’ve pasted at the very bottom some attempts at the poetic writing i find myself practicing every so often.
while watching the cricket world cup final on sunday i had a moment of clarity about the art and sport thing i tried to start to work with a few years ago. back then i didn’t fully understand what i wanted to do. on sunday i felt how art and sport for me have feeling at the core. in considering art and sport i missed at the time how competition produces emotion. emotion for me is dominant and i think this is so because of my dsylexia. there’s something about my difficulty to process words and their group meaning that places me in a vulnerable position.
a lack of being able to stick with one thing long enough to fully resolve it also comes with the landscape i internally occupy.
the poems are placed here as work in progress as they don’t feel fully resolved.
the reading i’m doing to accompany the non linear commission places what i’m doing in the design sphere. i’m still sitting with how i might feel about this. what the reading has started to reveal is that feeling uncomfortable goes with the territory.
i get it
I get that time is running out
We need to act now
I get it that history shows us small actions
Have been taking place for over 40 years
I get that if we’re not seen to be doing something
Nothing is happening
I see how globally there is concern
Yet we’ve been transitioning for at least 10 years
How far does getting it
To a bridge in France with streaming eyes
And students down under walking en mass
We all have a choice if we choose to do so
We might leave this here and say no more
We might propose strict rules in the name of progress
We might ignore it all and carry on
Walking the dog continues
The distant traffic heading to their destinations
Fires burn in the gardens and
Washing flutters in the breeze
Who might tell us how to live
Who might tell us what’s good for us
Who exclaims when a familiar flag
Appears in the crowd at the pyramid stage
Who is there to help us overcome our fears
And find new motivation
Who role models
what it is best for us all
I get it that there are more questions than answers
I get it
Some sheep are gay
Some like fast cars
Some sheep are afraid
Some like sport
Some sheep are lonely
Some like poetry
Some sheep are weavers
Some wear nail polish
Some sheep are isolated
Some work 9 to 5
Some sheep are gay
And some follow the crowd
the sun has shifted to now stream through the window i was looking through earlier. as i complete this post i feel a calm inside like all of the waves are synchronous for enough time to feel that i don’t need to do anything, worry or consider anything. this calm feels like a luxury item to savour. the more i sit with it the more i feel calm. there’s nothing to process, noting to work at, nothing to think about. i return to looking out the window…