Joseph Lynch

”Perhaps it is, that we are all burdened with great, big, brick walls that stand erect and sturdy between us and the best version of ourselves, each brick a different short-coming; shyness; insecurity; jealousy; anxiety and so on. If this is true then perhaps the story of every person’s life is a story of climbing over, or going around, or knocking down that wall, the story of coming into fruition, into the very best version of ourselves and whether we triumph or are defeated by these blocks. The paths that we take, saying yes and no, are essentially our existence. Succumbing to the terrorism of jealousy is to say yes, and to invite it into your heart, where it’s darkness pumps through your blood, into your mind, and lungs and liver and stomach, into your fingers and toes and nails and hair, so that it saturates everything you touch and you cannot eat or drink or breath or think without it. When one is jealous there is no such thing as fresh air.” - Timothy Crass, This side of sunrise

‎”Engulfed in the blank trench of worn feathers, fumbling clumsily in the dim light, he sank into the nothingness of his existence, clutching onto the stiffest of pillows he fell deeper into the bed, alone with his head and his heart and his soul, running his fingers through the corridors of creases in the linen as if he was searching for sleep’s salvation, as if in sleep he might be free of the burden of being, as if the feathers of his bedding would rise into wings and carry him off into the stars.” - Timothy Crass, This Side Of Sunrise

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge awoke instantly from a dream one night, seized a parchment of paper and something to write with and began scrawling what would go on to become one of his most famous poems ‘Kubla Khan’. He was however interrupted by a knock at the door, which he answered and by the time he got back to his desk, he’d forgotten most of the lines, leaving the piece unfinished with the full title being: ‘Kubla Khan. A Vision in a Dream. A Fragment’

If you feel like light twilight reading, here’s a link:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173247 

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Portrait of a Clown

Some sneaky shots from ‘Chasing Your Shadow’ of ‘The Lady’ painting ‘Red-Nose’ whilst he dreams a sweet dream of her. 

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A little friendly reminder to those going to the fringe this year that tickets for ‘Our Soldier’ are on sale right now. Sales are already going well so book early to avoid missing out!

Only 4 weeks to go… And it’s safe to say we are VERY excited.

A very dear friend, shared this with me recently and I thought it fit only to be further shared, enjoy:

”I hope so many things I hope you so many things I always say that we are always looking after a dream. And we know that a dream is a dream, but that’s the function of a dream, to be a dream. 

It’s not to be- not to get there.You have always to have a dream. And I only ave one dream. It’s to dream all my life. That’s my only dream.

I would like to go on dreaming.”

-Augusto Boal

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Experimenting with writing short almost Haiku style poems in other languages, more for my own curiosity than anything. I’ll detail the whole thing in the given language (albeit badly translated) and then in English. Here goes nothing.

Todo tirarlo lejos

Una echar nueva línea

La marea alta es

Throw it all away,

Cast a new line. 

The tide is high.