Revolutions Per Minute

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Needle. Groove. The room, the city spins. I spiral ever closer. Accelerate. Decelerate. I stand stone still in St Peter’s Square, eyes closed, the ground beneath me gone, gone, gone. Oxford Road, Whitworth Street run out from underfoot and I walk on the spot to stand still. On Cotton Street, Gun Street, eyes open, this fugitive city evades capture yet again, picks up speed, the outward arc, elusive orbit bending beyond the horizon. Below the beams, between the panels, beneath the space where the ceiling once was, we lean forward conspiratorially, the ceiling now removed, we lay what we have found before us, juxtapose and stitch together, splice, snip and paste. Paste and snip, splice together stitch and juxtapose, the ceiling restored above us. Needle. Groove. The ceiling strips away, exposed, revealed, is gone, gone, gone. Below the beams, between the panels, beneath the space where the ceiling once was. Over the white canvas of the tablecloth we stretch and meet the edges of our memories until they assemble something new, something feasible to soundtrack the moment running out from underfoot, the outward arc, elusive orbit bending out beyond the horizon. Where was this room? The rose yellow glow on St Mary’s walls in the late evening autumn sun was rose yellow glow on St Mary’s walls is all the light of a negative photo now. Needle. Groove. Cutting Room Square, dwarfed by monoliths copper sulphate green, leaning over the steps, hidden in their shadows, you beside me, the city spinning beneath us, clouds speeding above the lonely elevated walkway, laying out what we’ve found across the square, the patterns from the pattern store, vellum pink, a forest in an abandoned mill, brickwork, plaster peeling, we lean forward conspiratorially, the ceiling now removed, we lay what we have found out before us, juxtapose and stitch together, splice, snip and paste. Paste and snip, splice together stitch and juxtapose, the ceiling restored above us. Needle. Groove.
The Green Lampshade,
Naomi Kashiwagi, Mary-Ellen McTague, Delia Derbyshire & The BBC Radiophonic Workshop,

The Whitworth
Oxford Road
Manchester
12th September 2015

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2 Responses to Revolutions Per Minute

  1. Emtage says:

    This is SO well written, it’s a mesmerising read. Your book is now the top of my list!

    Like

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