White Crosses (extracts):
For Broken Chords
Six strings for John – Famed Classical Guitarist, who, according to Robert, was the first person to play here (and according to someone else) one of the first, perhaps in 1969, and for all those for whom the music has stopped.
And Red Wool for Juliet who said: “Perhaps the most interesting thing about our lives are that they are continuous, unbroken threads” (Pulls wool down).
For Making Spit
Because Nikki told us – If you spit in Vienna you stay in Vienna, that the trace you leave is more than a trace, that we are present and alive in every place we’ve ever been, and every fractional time we’ve ever lived out, so there are no goodbyes after all.
For Injuries and for Fainting
Nobody has died here. But Simon fell of his chair. And Alice and Sam both fainted. Alice also punched someone in the nose, but that was next door. Someone in the Audience was stabbed. And Keith blew himself up. And Gabby literally broke a leg and was carried from the stage.
For Future
… about the way you use your legs to stumble, or the time when we saw you twirl, and your footsteps all the way from the coast, or the hours you spent building this city and the seconds it took to destroy, or the thought of your body, sick, choking me (in the cold house), the sounds of the pennies raining, about when you couldn’t think of anything, couldn’t speak, and we watched you, for a long time, and cared, or the water you splashed on your foot for your landlady’s mother, or the walk out to the wild world, and the ragged verse you sang, and the water she poured on her hair, much like the water she poured on her hair, or the ice that came, or your drunken dance in glitter slash, or the two days of aching because you didn’t warm up, about the: you’re playing that sad song again… or: when you leave absolutely disconsolate you look your friend in the eye and do not speak until the next day because the show you just seen has taken away all your hope, or the way you played dead, or the time you flew like birds.
Of the Devising
Photos (by Me, Simon Bowes and Steph Sims) (top-to-bottom):
Poor Archive (selected photographs randomly scattered)
White Gaffer tape (25mm width, a scarcity!)
Red Wool (6 strings for John)
(and for Juliet)
Whistling into Flour for Station House Opera, Black Works, 1991)
Drums for Joy: (She's Lost Control: Curtis, Hook, Sumner, Morris)
Square (with line leading) for Spit in Vienna
Of the Performance:
Photos by Jristos Boukalas (top-to-bottom) -
The Diving Into The Swimming Pool
The Clearing Out Of The Costume Cupboard
Unidentified Body in Light
Sifting Through the Archive
Audience Members Clearing the Space (1)
Audience Members Clearing the Space (2)
/ / / / / / /
Thanks to:
Matt, Alice, Julia, Sarah, Graham, Bill, Viv, Chas, Bill, Robert, Andrew, Gerry, Shamshad, Sam, Lena, Michael, Mike, Kate, Jristos
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