I like to take pictures of quirky things and this here is for tying your horse to. Not much use for it these days (although they do hold a jaunting festival in Arezzo) but see how well it has survived in a medieval town, gorgeous isn't it? Actually its probably not medieval, there is little wear, and it was probably made by an apprentice blacksmith who was learning his trade, learning to work the metal, learning the craft of his art. In some ways I am a wordsmith, standing at the well, learning the same trade, thinking about how to shape narrative into an artistic form and I am excited by the things I am working on at the moment - which is new for me and an Icarus idea. Its time I put it down on paper and a beginning is already taking shape. For inspiration I am using the form Tadeusz Różewicz uses in Mother Departs which is a book given to me as a gift by one of my PhD students. It combines so many different narrative forms, so we will see how it goes. I might even be able to persuade AXON to publish it in short form. But as I say its taking shape in pencil, in a notebook and in my head, which is good. Like the apprentice who made this ring, I am learning to do different things - like this piece, a classic track done differently, not for the punks out there:
