A pot, displaced
A lid, used for percussive purposes
A beat, a beat
– James Steerforth
As most things, this minimal poem has a story. Anxious to read it? Well…
I received an invitation from a painter to attend an event he’ll be staging, “The language of things – an interactive, nonverbal play performance.”
On the other side of the card was a photo with approx. 33 things arranged on a splotchy wooden worktop, including a bird feather, a plastic spoon, a pair of miniature shoes tied together with a string, a worn diary, a plastic leopard, a glass ball, a work glove, a light bulb, a piece of bark (see scan above). Household flotsam – you get the picture.
I don’t intend to attend that performance.
However, things do speak (if one lets them). So I decided to try and let some things speak.
But what things?
They were presented via what I’d call “transmedia association” by a song by Marina Rossell I happened to be listening to on the computer.
The above is the oblique outcome.