Posts Tagged ‘art’

Oh jeff i love you too but…

December 12, 2018

Split screen

On the telephone

by the house of o’dwyer

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For the reader? Spoken word? Performance art? Can a poem be all three? #DalsonBallet

August 11, 2018

 

house of o’dwyer for Dalston Ballet

 

 

Crouch down

bent double

over the counter

 

blunt force trauma

fill the empty interior

shut me up

 

shut me down

manage the beast

stop the hysteria

 

work for the tongue

roughly speaking

worship and adore

 

under the weather

come in my eye

post traumatic stress disorder

 

let me go

out patient

I can suck at it myself

 

taste the meat

feel the heat

down I come

 

enjoy the ache

Medicate me

choke on me

 

prevarication

i don’t need anyone

the taste of it

shit

he’s back, for more

I can’t take all of it

split in two

 

brain on the floor

rub my face in it

fight me for it

 

ride me home

teach me what

my mouth is for

 

 

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live performance / spoken word / live art with Dalston Ballet & Gar de Da

August 10, 2018

 

What ever happened to baby Gar?

 

Queen Adelaide Tarot by Dalston Ballet

at Transhuman express

performing with dalston ballet:

LR, Gar de Da, Daria and Vit

 

 

 

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Working on #spokenword #poetry #libretto for #DalstonBallet #Silence

July 29, 2018

 

Silence

 

In refusing to lie

Refusing to lie about it

To lie about it all

 

About what I know

All what I know

I know I will

 

I will I know

In refusing

Refusing to lie

 

Lie about it

What I know

I wlil I know

 

I will be

Reduced

Reduced to silence

 

To silence

Silence

[Silence]

 

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gar n yumi 2017

 

 

Q. Writing Quotes A – Z : #ThomasDeQuincey ‘But my way of writing is rather to think aloud, and follow my own humours, than much to consider who…

June 15, 2018

 

is listening to me; and, if I stop to consider what is proper to be said to this or that

 

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person, I shall soon come to doubt whether any part at all is proper.’

– Thomas de Quincey

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U. Writing Quotes A – Z: #JohnUpdike. ‘Try to develop actual work habits, and even though…

June 14, 2018

 

… you have a busy life, try to reserve an hour, say – or more – a day to write. Some very

 

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good things have been written on an hour a day.’

– John Updike

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In London on 5th July? Join me and 11 other writers reading from their new novels. #anudesprogress #garodwyer

May 13, 2018

 

New faces. New literature. New novels.

 

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tiny taster of Dalston Ballet v Sketch with Mayfair Tarot #dancearoundtheworld

April 30, 2018

Dalston Ballet with Visiting Associate Artists

 Rckay – Michelle – Qila B – Jasmin – Jordan

Sue – Aiden – Marianne – Alice – house of o’dwyer

Director – Gar

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researching chemical castration for Alan Turing performance with Dalston Ballet … coming soon [?!]

April 27, 2018

 

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working on writing + quincunx + short story by Gar O’dwyer feedback welcome

April 26, 2018

+ quincunx +

Short story by Gar O’Dwyer  [700 words]

 

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I was tired of working on this piece – stitching a black thread on a stretched canvas – all day small stitches – my latest canvas – I was gonna call this one Quincunx – but now me and Booboo needed to get out of the house – Booboo needs a wee-wee-poo-poo – I had cabin fever – I left the needle in the centre of the canvas – I got up, stretched – so did Booboo – shoes, jacket, scarf, gloves, keys, bag – pooh bag – Booboo harnessed – lock door – pass the shop – Happy Supermarket – outside Mikey is laughing to himself – hello Mikey – hello Theo – hello Booboo – after a quick sniff for food Booboo continues along the road – warehouses coming down – new build glass and steel apartments rising from the ashes of the abandoned industrial estate – to the canal – the long trough of water – maybe once a great lake that had been compressed by urban pressures – we walk along the tarnished silver thread – Booboo behind me straining at the leash fascinated by everything – I imagine dragging her dead around town – I found shouting left, right, left, right, sped her up – for a while at least – until she got the scent of fast food, cat, dog, fox – whatever it was – come on Booboo – up the steep steps of the canal bank – through the wrought iron gate framing an expanse of park – Victoria – less than sublime, still a small thrill however – the flat green, brownish black trees denuded against a sheet of smoky grey sky – it could be the romantic park of a stately home – so many grey days a week – so very few people on those days – I was able to imagine it as my own estate – I, the Lord of the manor – the Duke of Cadogan – master of all I survey – ah! – what is this that doth approach? – but my! – it is one of my attractive game keepers – jogging toward me – everything jogging – calves – thighs – genitals – don’t stare – don’t care – chest – head – hair – I spin around to check his jogging butt – yes – have a sniff – have a lick – wanna fuck? – Booboo understands – one foot in front of the other – what’s my next step? – I repeat – what’s my next step? – stuck on a loop – over n over n over – buffering – I had come to a grinding halt – frozen – I struggle – one foot in front of the other – the dog dragging me back – why bother? – I let the lead fall from my hand – almost immediately full speed she took off – a squirrel – where was my squirrel to chase? – what would one do – you do – the voodoo – so well – if you caught one? Booboo never caught a squizzel – what was my next step? – right – left – I no longer knew – one foot in front of the other – did I look odd? – or was I invisible? – how do I get home from here? – move! – where is she? – Booboo! – help! –– decide! – speak! – were we both now free? – she free from me – me free from she – free – free to do what? – move! – onwards – find – fight – feast – fuck – forget – repeat – five black punctums at the root of the brain – flower of our genes – the rest? – entertainment? – a joke? – it came to me – epiphany – if nothing is what it seems, then nothing it must be – we all prefer a riddle to the truth – we call it wisdom – Booboo? – where are you? – what’s wrong with fighting the absurd with absurdity? –– she returns from the bushes looking confused from her brief state of freedom – trembling – right – left – there you are – the spell is broken – I was back in motion – moving – going to the end – to have a chance of knowing – going through the motions – what else was there? – hope? – that old has been! – got to get to the end – wrong or right – what if? – back on the leash – giddy up – back along the tarnished silver trough – follow the thread through the labyrinth – home – come on – come on – feed Booboo – sit down – once more with my thimble, needle and thread – I complete the last stitches on the five small black holes – maybe the five wounds of Christ on the cross – maybe the five f’s – find – fight – feast – fuck – forget – repeat – the five wounds of life – – – – –

 

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April 2018

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