It's the start of the morning rush hour. In a bright red coat, the woman in her mid eighties, taking the 6.30am train to London Bridge didn't stop apologising. She didn't need to. I think we were all celebrating the quietly transformative effect that she was having on the beginnings of our days. The easy… Continue reading Care Setting
Month: April 2013
Writing on Walls
It’s almost midnight and the sounds of the organ from the chapel below are seeping up through the floorboards. We’re on the final leg of a midnight stroll, styled after the Midnight Runs from the imagination of poet and spoken word artist Inua Ellams. It’s the second of two journeys across our city, London. The… Continue reading Writing on Walls
Rodney
I try to make contact but only ever get the automated voice of the answer-phone: ‘The person you are calling is unable to take your call.’ Meetings of the elders company have been depleted; it’s been a long winter full of heavy un-shake off-able viruses. At rehearsals have we adopted the ritual of conjuring absences,… Continue reading Rodney