January 2012
3 posts
November 2011
1 post
new show/new stimuli
October 2011
2 posts
“Make ready to slaughter his sons for the guilt of their fathers; Lest they rise...”
– Bible
we are allowed to be tired..
(all images are under copyright - do not distribute)
I fight. I have a tendency to fight. Fight to make things happen. Fight to keep doing. Fight to get better, to raise the bar, to exceed myself, to never ever stop. I fight fatigue and I pretend it isn’t real. I fight the memory that tells me I know what’s going on. I fight the part of me that fucking knows better. Occasionally...
September 2011
2 posts
initial image grab for Sons of Sin stimulus..
“whoever captures me will slaughter me”;
he’s smiling
and I struck him to the ground
he’s smiling as we walk
the smoldering field
(you were always the preferred one
flesh and) blood
now crieth: (“and if thou doest not well
sin lieth at the door”)
how, when you create a species
in your own ghastly image
(please walk with me:
(and unto thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him)
I...
stimuli..
June 2011
1 post
Watch
May 2011
4 posts
Stimulus from my upcoming show..
hamachine:
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April 2011
1 post
long time no tumble..
I mean that in a few ways.. Firstly, I haven’t posted on tumblr recently - I’ve been working on a new show, an old show, a new festival.. I’ve been working in bullshit hospitality.. I’ve had ongoing internet issues.. so I’ve been busy and not online anywhere near as much as I feel is needed. I’ve been falling behind in work - it’s been driving me and...
March 2011
1 post
stuff..
(apologies for double ups that may be on here as a result of this blog)
January 2011
2 posts
untitled (the sequel to untitled).
after five years, five years after I had nothing left to say..
you were just there. standing there. like you did so many years ago looking up to my balcony or into my window just before sunrise.
we met again tonight, like two 4 years olds standing in sand pit, grinning at each other.
my body still knew and so did yours.
your smile reflected back in my chest and my warmth back in your eyes.
...
December 2010
4 posts
2010 highlights
This comes without logic or chronology..
Adelaide fringe festival,Expensive fancy posh house parties with sunburn and the hat game, skins, artist bar, the hamlet apocalypse, the struggle, the confusion, the terror of the new, in god we trust, the first day we played with paper, the show, the transformation, the actors, tatey, late night tech rehearsals, first preview, the orchard project, the...
quels dommage?
the limin(al) between xmas and new year.. last and...
“I’ve often lost myself, in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake” - Lorca
I have lost myself, again. I haven’t had a lot to say of late, I don’t know if it’s the time of year.. everything is in flux, on hiatus, not quite anywhere.. I’ve been feeling bits and pieces but nothing profound, nothing worth speaking of.. I am just...
November 2010
2 posts
brain dump without words.
ps. i love you, most likely.
Before Boston and Back
so I’ve been attempting to write this epic life changing poetic blog about my year.. but i’m just not feeling very poetic. I’m feeling very matter of fact so.. this is it.
I just got back from america.. I went there to work on Cabaret with the American Repertory Theatre (i refuse to spell it theater when i’m in this country.. sorry).
Cabaret was amazing. The cast...
October 2010
3 posts
Listen
“I am here to seduce you into a love of life; to help you to become a little more...”
– Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh - although he was a crazy cult leader.. i love this.
September 2010
11 posts
1000 love songs I'll never give you, and 5 I have...
So.. I’ve been compiling this list for a while now. I’ve been pretty slack of late - it was on an old blog on my myspace so I forgot to update it. So I’m moving it over here. Suggestions are always welcome..
1. Perfect Day – Lou Reed 2. You and I Both – Jason Mraz 3. Delicate – Damien Rice 4. Two Headed Boy – Neutral Milk Hotel 5. The Blowers Daughter - Damien Rice 6. Modern...
reindeer section
one day the sun..
I am the drunk one with the loud eyes and the bold soul that looks at yours.. that asks you questions and listens and wants to and knows you and trains you to his touch (like an animal being tamed) until I am the only option. I feed you drinks and time and looks give way to kisses and my hand on your shoulder becomes your hand on my back and our glance of common ground becomes a whisper of...
thoughts for today
As we live, we are transmitters of life. And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through us.
That is part of the mystery of sex, it is a flow onwards, Sexless people’ transmit nothing.
And if, as we work, we can transmit life into our work, life, still more life, rushes into us to compensate, to be ready and we ripple with life through the days.
Even if it is a woman making...
August 2010
1 post
maybe I'll wake up in a city far away..
right now I’m here in Boston.
I’ve been wanting to write for a while now and I haven’t been able to force it.
I don’t know that I really have anything to say still.. I will give space to the silence and see if truth finds its way out.
I’m here for work and I say that with a hesitation. What I do is not work - it is not a job - I feel like when I work on a show...
March 2010
2 posts
inconclusive utterings
so.. post adelaide fringe.. still doing to venue fall out work.. making sure everything ties up neatly, making sure that we know how to do it better next time. still working out how much money we lost..
“This highway needs rain across
Both of its lanes until
All that remains is
This heart and its flames
And the rumble of trains
‘neath a handful of stars”
i’m back...
i got tequila in my fringe and I can't remember...
haven’t blogged in ever.. been busy with living and working and arting and drunking and occassional loving.. this will be a mess and probably incoherent and you probably don’t need to read it.
it’s wednesday afternoon/early evening and I’m sitting out the back on the patio of the lovely lovely people we are staying with’s house.. they offered up their house to us...
December 2009
1 post
new blog: old feelings.
I haven’t written for a long time and I think that’s because I stopped being on tour and stopped having the alone time that life afforded (in a strange way) being back in one city (brisbane) and in full time rehearsals, catching up with people and trying to get into a strange routine..
I was almost entirely without feeling for a few weeks, apart from rage and dissapointment for a...
November 2009
3 posts
112,342.78 kms and counting
I have travelled 112,342.78 kms in the last 12 months.. that’s almost 3 times around the world.. at the moment I am seeking things that spark my heart, remind my soul to be present.. like great food but for my feelings.. I want to find music that takes my breath away. Toight I have been looking for image inspiration for my next tattoo.. I dunno if I found any but I went down some lovely...
new blog: love is the drug that replaced fear, in...
just found some old writing of mine.. that I went through for an email re: a new project that I’m very excited about and thought I’d share some here. I just lost the other blog i was posting.
on the truth between two there is no feeling stranger (to me) than the argument of the body.. when your skin remembers the intimacy it has shared with another but time/place/stakes have...
October 2009
9 posts
Song of the day: The Sun is Out Often by Patrick...
new blog: brain failure and other things
my brain has ACTUALLY ceased functioning. I have been sitting down attempting to write yet another grant approximetely 2 hours now and it’s just NOT happening. so.. i think I’m resigning myself to not doing any work tonight.. and picking it up tomorrow.
meanwhile.. I’m in a hotel room with a lot of mirrors and I’m watching my face a lot.. I look older. I look more...
new blog is up : 8 streets on a grid.
There is something strange in growing up or older
a patience
an understanding
perhaps it is something I’ve always had and always ignored - perhaps I have been scared of this stillness until now
but I am no longer in a hurry
I can sense what is coming
the possibilities of the future
the hard work paid off
the people I am meeting now that I will know then
the ones I knew then that...
“Truth in drama is forever elusive. You never quite find it but the search for it...”
– Harold Pinter
a picture that captures a feeling that words...
i think this is one of the most honest pictures of me i’ve seen.. my ego hates it. i look terrible.. but i can see me in there.
this was taken on tour somewhere..
I love that moment when the lights come up on a stage and the rest of the room disappears but the rest of the universe opens up..
song of the day : I’m Going Away...