‘Distressed – I sit for a while with a fallen tree and keep her company’ part 2
Portsmouth October 29th
The second of 5 ‘catching up’ posts documenting the conversation and encounters on the next stage of the ‘Konfirm’ journey leading up to premier of play and start of ‘Konfirm 2’ which will then be a new blog later in 2014
‘Waking I want to scream’
Tuesday October 15th
Portsmouth – London – Portsmouth
Awake at 4 – getting to be predictable and tiring again – snooze for a couple of hours before the alarm but don’t rise till after eight and bathe, dress and leave for a meeting where I find solutions slip past quickly and completely without challenge – bemused at this sudden creative flow I leave for home again to work on the computer and prepare.
Train – the usual stops pass with friendship and inaction bar the last:
Havant
Petersfield
Hazlemere
Guildford
Woking
London Waterloo
Then a short walk thru ‘The Cut’ (a not so welcome name to dwell on) to the Young Vic Theatre – an easy 4 minutes – becoming early I choose that familiar table I had met and briefly sat with Peter Brook and MHE a month or so before – relieved i find it is unchanged.
I wait but not for long – long enough to weigh the situation – watch people and discover – then out the blue a smiled greeting – meeting –
excited
soon I hear that
‘We are Luminous’
I like the ‘we’
I feel included
so at 3 we sit
and we gather
I have forgotten my ‘friend’ I feel alone because
he offers me his – I decline in a
1. Moments of choice
2. She’s not there
3. Strange balance
4. Construction time
5. Layers keep me going
6. Heaven of finding
7. Globe
8. In tune
9. Dendroculmnus
but six arrives too soon – we part
I walk fast
to Guys Hospital
the conversation
spins
within
Arriving I see her there – temporarily pinned to the wall – I am unable to return her gaze still – beautiful creature conjured with pen so long ago – now on show
Greeted I am asked to say a few words at the opening ceremony out of the blue – I agree and do so when called upon – my introduction to the crowd turning my face red inside – I talk – I make people cry with my words for the second time today flowing unexpectedly.
Afterwards I am disguised with ‘social’ and chat to the Q of people – encouraging to ‘draw in biro’ and ‘never stop drawing what you want to’ – many conversations again – I learn more
After I have run out of words – today’s allotment extinguished I realize soon its time to run for the train
I find myself on the same route back to Waterloo past the Theatre along the ‘Cut’ and once boarded the usual stops pass with friendship and inaction bar the last
the last
at last
