Faith in hope

Faith is a curious thing. It sometimes passes me be and then every once in a while it strikes me down. Fills me with hope. It attacks the mind with its incurable persistence. It makes one think of a higher reckoning which is unexplainable, unknowable, indifferent and yet altogether tolerant of anything you could imagine.

Faith scares me. Yet it makes me hopeful of a higher force which will pull me back from this brink. Force me to reevaluate. Force me to feel. To think.

Hope drives me ever forward in everything I do. Sometimes i doubt myself. But it lives on in my soul and it is unexplainable. And it makes me warm....

the race to the start

as we reach the beginning of something which will take years to focus on, we aim to race for the starting line in order that we are those who cross the finish before the others. there will be no race if we race against our fellow men, we must follow in order that we are able to once again lead. there will be no end. there is no beginning. there is only now. here. truth is not an emotional being, it is fact not thought. and so what is the place of thought? are we capable of thinking if we are clouded by our emotional beliefs and what are those beliefs when placed within the context of what we are thinking? is thought of any use? or should we allow our thoughts to be guided by the world's media and governments? in any case, would that amount to fact? what is fact? what is fiction? what is fantasy?

where do you want to live?

Our time is running out

As I stand on the edge I see all before me. I know now what before was only a mystery and with this knowledge I am helpless. Unable to go further or do more. As I long for something more than my lot in life I wonder if I am capable of something else. Something more. I know not but I am willing to hope.

I put my trust in you. I long for your support but I know the truth. It will never be.

Hope lives on. Stronger than ever.



-- ...with a sign that says 'if she's a moaner this will make her a screamer, and if she's a screamer this will get you arrested' --

Location:The End of the World

the poetics of failure

Recommended read: Performance Theatre and the Poetics of Failure by Sarah Jane Bailes

ideas a brewing……..

ooh ooh…

lots of ideas coming now. new performance project planned for the new year and research starting now…..think i'm finally going to release my inner clown - how exciting!

chaos and discordianism will come to the fore and i have to find a way of ridiculing mother nature, fun fun fun!

moi, je suis un idiot :)