psi12 :: Performing rights library

Saturday, June 10, 2006

 

Yo nosé
Current mood:   loved

So many thoughts captured in a moment while I sit here and think of time and space. Time and space that illuminate and captivate my illusion of perception in this worldly reality. The sound of the saxophone playing to my ears distorts the imaginary pencil of devotion. And I come to think of tomorrow, tomorrow and the day after. I wanna be sincere when I write this memory. I don't know if it's possible to be totally accurate though, but at least I can try. My room looks almost naked, all the vestuary from the walls are taken off, and lots of big rubbish bags are standing like semi dead bodies after a war of chaos. I still have books I need to return to the library, lists to do, phone calls to make and most important  finish to pack, and move out of here. This place, this room, and time that has kept so many memories. Vivid memories carved in time and space, this space that only I know. This little corner of devotion and temptation where I've painted funny paintings, danced naked, laughed and cried my eyes out. This little corner of play and fun where I've left a little mark inside. I'm truly happy even though sometimes I forget of this pleasure. My imagination doesn't wanna stop to create and invent new paths of decór. It's just funny how much you can get attached to time and space. It's funny how much I get attached to time and space particularly at this time of my life. Everything is new and fresh. And I'm so curious, I'm so alive yet so curious for living and testing the new and the old too. I breath and I feel alive, but I also feel the humanity that this body of mine produces. This body of mine captured in this wordly reality of time and space, where I wake up every day and perceive myself. I perceive myself and everything else around me, I see, hear, touch, smell, and taste the phenomenological connection between this space and this time. Right here, right now, right inside and outside myself and the link that causes it.

 

New chapter
Current mood:   content

read. The style and the colours of the words are bright and promising. The new chapter is about new everything, new hair cut, new clothes, new roof on the head, new friends, new dreams, new hopes, new candles, new meals, new places to go, new smiles to exchange, new summer time, new birthdays, new birthday cake, new faces, new odours, new everything. And as I'm writing this, and you are reading it. New ideas in your head are being drawn. And why all the excitement? Well, it's simple to answer really, and that is because at this moment I'm recording the newness of the new, the bright shining sky painted on your face, as much as painted on my face.

I'm sure the limeys are absolutely sick of youngsters such as myself producing the work of Sarah Kane, but the fact reamins that she has made a huge influence on modern theatre... and I intend to produce her works.

Outside the Octagon (the Library) & the reception area I passed and was dragged into what looks like a twisted battlefield triage, medical drips hanging, nurses & doctors questioning, interrogating people. If you are seen you are immediately taken aside & asked to prove your identity, empty your pockets and follow pointless instruction after pointless instruction.

Today - the 2nd day of 'performing rights' has been interesting

From seeing the tech & rehearsal before the shows,to the conferences. Being volunteers has allowed us to see the many aspects that this festival has to offer.

• First of all, walk out of Mile End tube. You are facing north.
  Outside the tube

• This is what you should see if you look west, to the left.

  
  
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I thought i'd copy the snipets of an interesting email discussion between Gini, Myself & Lois relating to how we might display real world objects in the performing rights online library (all text has been heavily edited, so Gini/Lois do let me know if you don't like how I've chopped it!!!).