I stand voyeur,
I sat long haul,
Let none taxi in
I’m here in nerve lane, alone.
Grit late gloom
Shady exits exhume
Run til late yobs, sloosh hogs and their birds
Tiled in allure, lymited smiles
(her tank fills her).
Wilted men in taut brain suits kry ‘Please venomous flag again’.
Artists walk and melt:
‘Dont rage art, glam, wild, rent art
Set a goll to drive’.
(Parkies failed, parking was the best they could do)
Wen dark ran
And stars smiled on deer
Some lame brute sumo cracked the sheets
In the wank room
Can’t get a spoon
Got to believe something matters.
Snow hand, song girl meaning
Loose your tattle
Helium noon is come.
Now its gone gold, slightly reggose.
Danse to exit.
Almost Surely the Sibyl’s Stool 2020 was an interactive performance in a multi storey car park for the Plymouth Art Weekender.
The title is an amalgamation of two different forms of making subconscious words conscious – the infinite monkey theorem that given enough time genius literature can be created and the delphic Sibyl who was a prophetess high on fumes making prophecies in ancient Greek mythology.
Audience were invited to sit and create their own words/poetry/haiku’s. The results were collated together in poem the Multi-Storey Car Park Story (above).