15C my arse. I have a pull in my shoulder from hunching up against the cold in my sleep. But those are definitely the beginnings of berries. If the wind drops from the current howling gale tomorrow, I’ll be able to feed them. Right now, a pour from a hose or can blows sideways.
I have to fix the bath. A pipe has become unseated somewhere and it dropped herself’s drained bathwater into a downstairs room. I do not have time to fix the bath. I will nonetheless fix the bath. This is why Georges Simenon had a home staff and put a big Do Not Disturb sign on his door. I have to rewrite a bad script and read development materials and work on an outline today and also crawl under a bath. And start the newsletter for Sunday.
ON DECK: My script offends me so I am chopping bits off it. Reading the development materials for a creative consultant gig ahead of a phoner with the principles om Friday morning.
LISTENING: a random Sonnov piece
Balé Literal is a tool of poetic resistance, an exhibition-dance turned into a living organism. It is a movement made up of a varied repertoire of dangling object-works, set in motion by a group of people orchestrated by the Brazilian artist Laura Lima (Minas Gerais, 1971). Balé because it is an invitation to a communal dance. Literal because it subverts the meaning of things, mobilising the subversive ambivalence of the poetic. Conceived as a collectively activated mode of encounter, Balé Literal is a choreography of words, objects and people moving together to the rhythm of our errant times.