online: 12 april 2015
modified: 12 april 2015
27 march 2015 overlooking a valley of trees
....not sat here for years... the theatrical appearance of a grassy bank
above a valley of birches, oaks and other trees... i imagine it is a stage for arrivals and departures... this seat being
for the audience... who or what will arrive if i wait for today's performance
of the world... a universal play... (mislabelled ordinary life)...?
...in the distance are the sounds of cars increasing revs to climb
hills... and faint sounds ducks or geese... and for the moment no
aircraft...
...a man and a woman approach... both in navy blue... she follows a few
metres behind him on the narrow path along the bank... he turned once to
signal something to her... and then continued to lead the way...
...and now there are no people to be seen... and no wind... but
continued faint sounds of city traffic... and much else that i don't
notice...
...another man... also in dark blue... pushes a bike up the hill and
disappears into the scenery... while three women with long hair... and
with a dog... walk the bank from right to left... and now the scene is
empty... and they also wear blue...
...a magpie flies down onto the grass... it walks about and pecks... and
now it flies back into the tree... (and i remember Gertrude Stein's way
of seeing and composing plays 'as landscapes')... while two men appear
with three golden-haired greyhounds...then one man throws something for
two dogs to fetch while he keeps the third one on a lead...
...the sound of a helicopter approaches... and now it appears among the
clouds... while a short woman in blue and with a very small dog walks
slowly across the scene and disappears into the trees... the sky is
almost covered with small blue-grey clouds beneath pale blue sky... and
a solitary bird flies high across the valley... as if it has a distant
destination... and now the man and woman reappear... still walking in
line while on the narrow path... she tries to walk beside him where it's
wider...
...another man in navy blue (it seems that every one here today is
wearing that colour!)... he simply walks across from right to left and
disappears...
...i catch sight of a slow-moving white object seeming to fly behind the
trees... is it a bird... or a plastic bag... or something less
recognisable...
...it's getting dark i think it's time to go... the performance
continues...
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