Strong
Soft
Sickly
Crunchy
Tarty
Turn my head always, trying to find which bit smells the nicest.
Juicy, red, scrunchy face, but a bad smell spoils the overall experience. Free,
food fights, adventure, sunshine. I turn to the old lady and wonder if the
smell is coming from her clothes. Slurping.
Cauldron
Bubbling
Old wood
Dust
Potions
Slurping sunshine, scrunchy face. I turn to the old lady and
wonder, red juicy friend, if the smell is coming from her clothes. Summer,
garden-hopping. Walking, turn my head always, trying to find which bit smells
the nicest.
Tear
Crunchy
Tiny
Sharp
Apple
Tarty
Sickly
Aniseed
Free food fights, adventure. I ask for a sweet on the far side of
the room, the furthest from the door. Sunshine slurping, walking, friends.
Summer garden-hopping. The mouse says: "You had a lucky escape,
sunshine." For the old lady turned him into a mouse when he went into the
house.
And fatten you up
Tarty
Sickly
And fatten you up
Tarty
Sickly
And fatten you up
Christine Hough and Phil Haworth
SING ME TO SLEEP - TRANSCRIPTS from audio recordings
Christine |
From the project Sing me to Sleep with arthur+martha and VšĮ Socialiniai meno projektai. Working with homeless people in Vilnius, Lithuania and Manchester, England. Creating a embroidered quilt, poems, audio pieces and other artwork. Supported in the UK by Arts Council England, The Booth Centre and The Wellspring.
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