floc

floc

“Go, go, go, said the bird; human kind cannot bear very much reality.” (T.S. Eliot)

To describe a system means basically to construct a new one. Flocking birds inhabit the sphere – the Bass Rock, surrounding the centre point. An imaginary winding thread is left in the bird’s wake.

Postcard: Bass Rock from North Berwick

The observer, intrigued, approaches and triggers thoughts and poems. But these poems about flight will hide the birds, the very flight – and its own particular poetry. The observer can’t change the system – the birds will always come back…

Supported by alt-w (New Media Scotland) and Scottish Arts Council

Work: 2009

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