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Santa Claus lives in Kamloops

with Rudolph the reindeer

The train out of Kamloops
was diverted through Forbes
to Broken Hill.

So they moved us
to a bus to Broken Hill.
Sound of cattle grid.

Flood of ’78.
The sleepers failed to keep
the tracks down.

@rglover702: On the attribution of terms that you don’t understand.

I’m watching Marina Abramović talking
when she says

state of mind is everything.

I press pause
and I write

creating a state of mind
is a mental exercise.

I press play to continue.
Moments later Mum steps out.
I press pause,
and I go ‘ha!’

Mum looks at me as if to say

Me: I’m watching Marina Abramović talking
about the difference between theatre and performance.
I’ve just taken a…
what do you call it?
A dictation of what she is saying,
so that I can see it.

She stumbles a bit when she gets to the part about what a performance is, and she laughs a bit, but I just want to read it to you without the stumbling bits.

Mum: Ok.

Me: “Theatre is very simple.
The knife is not the knife,
and the blood is ketchup.

In a thea… in a performance,
blood is real, and ketchup is blood,
and the ketchup is real blood”.

Don’t you think that’s just perfect, considering what she is stumbling over?

Mum: I’m missing what you’re seeing,
but if the stumbling was a mistake
then… yeah… yeah… um…
I’m missing what you’re seeing.
I’ve just got to go to the loo.

Me: No worries. That’s ok.

Ok. So with the time I have to myself, I get all the above written down and make a few minor edits. I’m happy to publish it now, but for some reason or other I feel like I should say something to justify it. So I rifle through my memory and the first thing that comes up is Richard Glover.

Let me explain
in terms I can understand.

Premise 1: The understanding of terms comes at the end of the performance.
Premise 2: The title must reflect the content.
Conclusion: “So as you see,
this is the enormous contradiction…”
that creates my life.

* Any implied or expressed similarity to my Mum is purely performative. That is my right as an artist.

Android: mYiMagination to your mind

There is sunshine shining over my shoulders and onto my laptop screen – like silver bullets in my eyes. It’s/they’re making me squint, but I am happy. I can move somewhere else if I want to, so I do.

I can see Johannes Vermeer’s Geographer is gazing through the window at a city in clouds. The geographer appears to be deep in thought though, so which window is the geographer looking through? The one with the domestic interior scene in it! I can imagine it would be a good thing to have some silver bullets on hand when one is looking into a place like that.

Then again, I think to mYiMagination, your beautiful silver bullets may not have the typical folkloric utility attached to them. To my mind, each one of those silver bullets could represent a single thought, like moving parts in a larger interior scene. Or they could represent a collection of interior scenes, like one window for each silver bullet; and the matrix of interconnecting curves are the projective space upon which each scene can be seen in relation which each other scene!

Not to mention that folkloric silver bullets won’t work if you don’t have some kind of gun that comes with application support for silver bullets.

Having said that, if I put myself into the position now of Vermeer’s Geographer and then look into his approaching left eye, he looks like a man who is skilled in the use of a microscope. And when I followed one of those curves in the matrix, I discovered a connection to a camera obscura! Suddenly I wonder what the philosophical implications of that could be?

Perhaps, that fundamental interconnectedness is a naturally occurring projective space, and any scrutiny of the anatomy of the universe must first involve the sometimes risky business of acquiring many scenes sight unseen, since there’s not much point in scrutinising something you’ve received if it’s cool to assume that we’ve been given what you’ve already seen.

Like, when I ordered my iPhone through eBay I wasn’t expecting the previous owner had taken out the megapixel camera and put an obscura in it! It should be common sense that you don’t do that kind of thing to an iPhone. If I’d wanted a camera obscura, I would have ordered an Android

I remain intrigued, Kathi, but no longer lost for words :)You are a creative genius, and S.B.T. 350 is 1 of no less than 350 proofs of that.

“With his head then held so high
Gained he size for task on hand.”
(Sundara Kãnda: Hanuman’s Odyssey;
Canto 1 – Hurdles in Skies, by BS Murthy).

And what was his task on hand? To search for the personification of dedication, self-sacrifice, courage and purity.

I have a feeling that we can all find that personification within ourselves, if I might say so myself ;)

If I have a song to sing, it’s the one that makes you feel like I feel today. That’s why I’m prolific. It’s also why what I do is not always good. But I was brought up to believe in the value and import of deadlines.

I should like to point out that I never ordered an iPhone. I’m just thinking about it.