When I started writing the following, I thought it would be included in the zine I’m creating with the Sense and Reason ‘stuff’ (self, others, still, text, image, linear and 3D-space). But now, I am not sure if it fits there or might be better off in another project I’m working on. I’ll just pop it here for now and think about it for a bit. Now that the Orpheus booklet is out and about, I have been working on S&R as well as tinkering with the idea of a new portfolio website. The one I currently have is probably three times more expensive than an alternative I could use… It’s such a big job, though! If and when I find a place for the text below, it is likely to have been edited a little more – it certainly fits with the Sense and Reason concerns, but that project may is already be overloaded! (Edit 15/05/26: This writing ended up in the BHAM💥 zine, and the new website was released this month too.)
Pigeon Disclosure(s)
Not ‘as if only yesterday’, developed in digestive fluids/exposed in skin, meat, bone/ magnified as rods emerging from tongue and lips that make the playground where – eating itself – waiting resides. Thickly knitted red and white shorts/ a matching vest/ cochlea conversing with pigeons narrating a future. Rooted in branches/ watching others swing, spin, slide/ viewing an I/ evolution mediates what might and might not be – coordinates as matter – ‘ed and ‘es vie for attention and then converge. Oh, to insist on been and become as aggressors.
No, that’s not quite it.
Were there absolute lies? Do disappointment, defence, desire, all see differently?
Cooooo coooo: forgetting imposes legitimacy.
Did those rods choose this way or that? Persisting in livedness/ designs and moulds/ and truths just so? Cooooo coooo: becomes and remembers.
The flock is one: webbed feet clatter on the roof most mornings; then – drawn by an invisible line – perched/ digesting crumbs, seeds and microplastics atop an inexpensive fence, held fast by forgotten plans that outline position and ownership. Shoving apple-shaped Christmas tree decorations into the wood’s absented repetitive whorls, Rose, on the other side, laughed when our landlord suggested she should pay too. Guano completes the aesthetic.
And who in their proper minds would send a pair of woollen shorts for the African sun, anyway?
Posted 29/07/25 am/Edited pm