warm and sunny
this morning
through tall narrow french windows
light and heat pour in
lozenges of light
ooze across the room
the birds are vociferous
like a number of rusty metal things
needing oil
it seems
both extraordinary and absurd
to be here at all
poking around someone else’s
objects, stories, home
to make a response,riposte,reply
finding ways to make something happen
making sense or not
the Château is an expression
of a ceratin kind of life
rural, nostalgic and timeless-ish
and relentless hard work
there is a sense of history
being lived here
H is present everywhere
she is and has been many things
romantic and bohemian things
but the thing that sticks in mind
though
an unexpected attribute perhaps
that of un funambule
we agree to record some thoughts and stuff
not knowing where it’ll lead
but oudoors in the bright heat
there are more chairs
a gilded plaster frame
some hollyhocks
and
they all talk to each other
in a casual kind of way
shrugging off the need
for elucidation
the clam shaped chairs are arranged
on the grass
H likes them, they remind her of the ’70’s
I ask her to talk and I will film
it was at the Tate
with Robert Morris in ’71
Bodyspacemotionthings
where the public were encouraged
to test their bodies
H tested hers on the tightrope
and so she began
her costumes were
inspired by Erte
and made of sausage skins
I sit up late
youtubing tightropers
Philipe Petit
with his purple socks and satin costume
his neat walk between the twin towers
such determination, concentration
and Blondin
carrying people and things on his back
across Niagara Falls
tempting oblivion
but back to Morris a minute
he claimed his objects
in 1971
were not less important
(through their interactivness)
but less self-important
allowing an unfolding in time
hmmmmm
this too seems like a thing
to hold onto
