All That Glitters

This week, I am going to build a poetry website. Before that, there was stuff to sort out for the Trail, which is beginning to loom large: this morning has involved an email exchange which, I have to say, has now left me chuckling. I like to think that after years and years (and years and years) online that the sense of impending doom I am able to detect from tone and manner in emails has worth.

Juggling with with a potentially explosive exchange for the first time in a while has absolutely woken me up. It's not something that is enjoyable or indeed desirable, but it was necessary in order to quantify some previously unexplored boundaries. Now I have receipts for what is and is not acceptable, life has become considerably simpler going forward. In fact, a fair amount of pressure has been lifted.

It is also time to reconsider what happens after the Trail has ended.

It's been a week since the Residency and a lot of stuff is beginning to settle. There is still only the potential of a lot of work next year, in various spaces. I've made no clear decisions in any direction, but there are some concepts I will not be keen to pursue any further. It is a foolish person who does not learn from red flags and live hand grenades being waved and thrown across their path.

Before all that, however, I need to get through the next six weeks reasonably intact and the cracks are beginning to show. It does not help that my reading eyesight has nosedived in the last ten days: the optician on Friday confirmed my distance sight has also improved: eyes have been hit with a double whammy. This explains why everything is blurry and I have a headache whist typing this.

We have however arrived here reasonably unscathed, which is progress.

What this post boils down to is twofold: I have nothing to talk about until the Exhibition space is done (should be a week) and then we can't really talk about the Trail until everything comes off embargo in July. When we do though there is a smashing video collab to look forward to, words in an actual sculpture and a whole sequence of poems which have redefined my attitude to creative practice.

Learning is never easy for me, but when I do, it sticks.