This blog will comprise a collection of ephemera, mess and miscellaneous artifacts reflecting on the writer's life.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Today I am thinking about narrative.
Go here first.
Here and here are some journals I didn't know about.
Fantastic that I can find out about Turkish oral narrative here.
We went to the House of Dreams exhibition at the Serpentine on Saturday and lay, enclosed, on white beds, looking up at images of birds, trees and horses.
After a white, we went into trance like state.
Looking out over Hyde Park I watched a woman in furs walk through the cold tree scape.
People were scattered between the trees and we lay and watched them on our white bed.
You can find out about the Kabokovs' work here.
They let us bring our narratives to their installations.
Just as we brought our narratives to Hyde Park.