Monday evenings, over the past few weeks, have taken on a mystical component with the poets, participating in our Sustainable Sydney project (2030: Red Room Remains) recording poems and statements on the future of the world, as their minds imagine it to be in 2030.
Elliott Wheeler masterminds the controls from a table of faders, computer screens, mice and headphones. From the corner of his musical eyes he observes myself and the poet trying to seriously discuss literature whilst perched on a piano stool and a cane chair, so high off the ground, I Am A Toddler.
A note here to thank Mr Wheeler who provides our company with studio space in which to record the poets. Having reduced recording rates means all our audio is provided to the public for free.
Writing of trying to remain young brings us to examine the name of one of our poets, Bravo Child. His name changed in accordance with Law to announce of each utterance of his self that his Age is a state of mind and language a grand way to sustain modes of thought. By calling oneself ‘Young’, one is so.
Does Kevin Rudd become a nifty fish with a tobacco brown body and fire red fins, if we think of him as he is written?
You will be able to listen to all the interviews with our poets on October 5th, from 9AM onwards, to coincide with the public launch of ‘Art & About‘ – to which you are welcome to attend. The interviews will reveal how the poems for this project were designed to fit onto a city building and into the brief set by Red Room and The City of Sydney for this project.
The component of the poet recordings you are not going to hear this year is the poet’s poem or series of statements that are being placed into our audio time capsule. These pieces will be archived digitally until 2030, as will Red Room’s prediction of the future of poetry at this time. Alongside the audio each poet has given our Capsule Keeper physical objects which are being stored in a secret space, to be opened in 2030. The time capsule is currently being built and you will soon be explore details of this object shortly.
Having avoided the phone all morning and ignored the insane bubble boils of an egg on stove, behind my back, I shall blog off and begin Saturday formally. This afternoon Gareth Jenkins is bringing his newly born baby to our recording studio, part of her language will be stored in the capsule, alongside Gareth’s poetic predictions.
All people involved in this project are aware of the morbidity inherent in predicting futures.
