Extracts...
A stick tip tapping down the platform...sympathy and shock...crowds
parting to bleak groans from grown men. Across the way, park fires
are cracking an evil flicker and sidewalks glisten perspiring after
another days heavy abuse.
* * *
Drunken shoes and ghosts remain dormant in a world gone crazy ...
nightlife shovelled gleefully into demanding hands and ... gypsy
souls drinking thimbles of wine and scuffles down the street.
Steve Coel
A series of Experimental Music+Word performances over a period of about 18 months or so, difficult to repeat even now. Still they happened and that is a good thing. This is a very short extract of a much longer Experimental Narrative. A bit out of my comfort zone, but again that too is a good thing. Steve Coel
