PRACTICE BASED RESEARCH PROJECT
Currently in my final year in Drama at Queen Mary University of London I am working on my final piece which is going to be performed at Oxford House in London around mid May.
January 18, 2017
Water crashes on these salty cliffs
I bury my head on the ground
Distant words I repeat
Holding in my salty lines
The sound inside’s too strong
So is your presence-absence
What am I curling up for?
Breath slowly it might help you
Relax and leave your questions
Unanswered
Violence.
Demonstration no. 1
Yesterday and today, maybe tomorrow
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And let it be warm water
As research
Sound in my ears
Falling from that bridge
It hurts
Or too pleasurable
Hitting the surface of the river
With our faces
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A safe bath tub though
But very clean
It's not too cold
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Different water
No danger for you and me
But very clean
Touching you
Let's get out
I wanted to stay longer
It's ok
Not sure I did say
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Every week I have a bath
19th March 2017
Watering tomatoes
Fearless he said
Fearless can't be
Fearless ant that cannot see
Blindfolded
Now why
Not diving
You are not fully diving
Not colouring yourself
Bluing yourself
Truly
Do you
One foot in and one out
Doesn't feel
People
Water
Watching
No sleep
I turned
Become friends
Tongue sticks
Pain lifts
Turned
Turning
Not done much today
Just listened to an old and a new friend
Will get up early in the morning
You half bathed half dry
Mostly dry
Like your dark matter
Where is it?
Matter?
Is it?
Where?
It’s
Tomatoes
In here
No back pain
Rib pain
Swollen knee
What a weekend
Not long
Till I water them
Stops
Overground stops
Sound stops
Recording myself
Why is this all a compromise
Or ants
Blindfolded ants
No tomatoes to give
Still?
Back pain
Bones pain
Rib cage
In pain
My heart goes fast
So yours
In rush
So you have one
Your entire body in it
A single splash
A single bet
Not enough
You resist
Left
And I go down into the streets
Like your dark matter
Where is it?
Mine's blue
I'm fully inside the bath
You one
Step in and one out
You
One in and one out
You
One out
Then
You
Out
It’s
Tomatoes
4 April 2017 but I wrote it last week
Fire sensing forwards
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The problem is
That we do fire sense
Your special way
So far from what I had thought wanted
Adjusting
Forwards we walk
Adapting
I understand
Learning sensing fire something
Far
You real new proximity
Never felt this
Easy to say what is not
Not stronger not crazier
But the bond
Buried deeply
Or somewhere above
Very high up
Cannot spatially locate it
Our thread
We don’t need to talk
Which can be almost damaging
But fire sense
Sincere and spontaneous
Maybe too much
Sincere and spontaneous
Or not enough
Same thing
But it walks us
Forwards
Do we need
Anything else
Than
Walking
Forwards
We walk
Fire sensing
Why I like you
A lot
Hope you know
After all that work
I do
Now
Have - fire sense
Softening yourself
Every day more
Conclusion is
Clearest thing ever written
Not sure the core is clear
Obscure to me
Still yet not poetic
Maybe it’s not clear to you
Writing
Never mind
After editing less clear
To me too
29 March 2017
White hair
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White hair
One single white hair
I spot on your head
Beautiful line till the end
You unusually smile
It’s worth everything
Like his
I still remember
The most beautiful smiles
Never smile
Like his
Never smile
Laura
Beautiful smiles and names
Worth everything
Like his
His gone
Yours vanishes
When back?
Laura
Flourish
Please
Every day
Any day
Every way
Don’t let that
Carry you
Away from
Me those grey men
It’s always grey men
In London grey men
It’s not me
It’s them
Only them
Run away
We’re surrounded
Can’t breathe
Can’t stop seeing
Grey
Any way
Every way
Every where
Tell me where
We can go
I don’t want to
Surrounded
Can’t breathe
And he is also grey
With his grey way
Of watering
Actually
Not watering
Was he grey?
Watering
Or not watering
He is not watering
Me
Grey ink
Grey every where
Any where
Any way
Steam
So humid
That’s cold
Sweating it
Eating it
Water me
Stuck
Try tomorrow we can
Hope for it to be dry
When you will decide
Water me
When will I grow
Grey
White hair