BERLIN O TROPE

and so EXPLODE out over the ocean

one thousand colours heart colide o scope

heart in hand humble alive
i wish i were

head in hands

half way house

and the forest eats up
and desire
and desire
and............................................................

Larmer tree festival, July 2010

JUGGLING BALLS AND LIQUORICE
ACROBATICS, TRILBIES,
CELLO MUSIC AND CARNIVALE
FIRE POI, FAJITAS, FUDGES
ELVES, PEACOCK. WOOLFE
PIXIE CHILD. GYPSY BAND.
KNITTING, RAIN. SUN. CARA
VAN CARAVAN CARAVAN CARAVAN

Beggars of life,
we search for the Wilde ones, the vatic* tramps

Weathered and dog-eared, we hurl ourselves over the cliff edge
and cling on only by silver threads spun out of the past

But with boy's own biceps we climb back up,
seal our cuts with electrical tape and torn dresses

and a-top the broken skylight we stand; facing East,

and shout





*of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a prophet

and our language became quilted and the day was our pillow

and thrown from the bed where scores of not scores but what came from the flames

and our language became quilted

and your languages became quilted 

and the day was our pillow

Write me a story!!!

Toeless trailer trash. Shipwreck. Urchin. Lost child. Looking out to sea. No more wheels. Person powered kinetics from now on. Maybe we should push the caravan from place to place? Maybe that would be better than art, better than electrics or engines or anything like that.

It would be something to talk about. Something else to dream fever for. This is a performance, but no-one is watching, and that makes it better. Not this fishbowl life, not life imprisoned by the internal organs of houses. no, not i.... I.....

A sense of Left and *Right*

or a sense of *left* and right?

The Kinetic Caravan by virtue of motion
currently located on a costal hilltop, on the cornish side looking out to sea