These notes cover the talks (I am writing this in my hotel room) I am to do at Stockport College and Sheffield Hallam University (my hotel room is about twenty metres from the sea, overlooking the waves and cutting out the road in between me and the water that leads to the horizon – through the bay window that I look, the central pain holds the sun as it ponders through the clouds and marks the water around half a mile off shore). So I am writing these notes and can be anywhere, just like the words that I write could be describing anywhere through fiction or through real life description (the central pane is slightly lifted so that I can hear the waves better). The sun is now reaching me as I see myself back up in Northern England (my hotel room is in Penzance), travelling to Stockport and to Sheffield to deliver the same sort of ‘chat’. I felt it unfair to keep either of them out of the other’s picture, after all there’s only the Snake Pass in between them – the virtual sphere eludes this and ‘can’ make them be together through creative form. This account brings them together somewhat I think.
So for the Sheffield talk I have been told around 30 students out of 60 will attend. I assume that this is down to peoples’ commitments with time, other responsibilities that conflict with university hours – or perhaps some of the students deem certain things irrelevant to their practice (The sun is now reaching me – no longer polarised upon the distant undulating waters – but acting out its warm attendance to my hands and my keyboard).
The fiction or the fact in a virtual sense does away with geographies – it exists in a language above a language that pursues nature but also does quite well with out it. People can talk across nations and make communities within points of view not just because of geographical locale. The students from Sheffield and the students from Stockport can exist in the same place. There is a platform for this.
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