Making New Rooms in The Red Room

On the eve of my birthday and Juno is making farm yard squeals on her journey to sleep as the mountains burn. Today was my first formal return to the Room, after Womb-land. It, Thursday, began in a smile and proceeded on to an energetic meeting with our Directors and Magnificent General to talk about visions : I've never seen Jesus in a muffin but I've seen an ever expanding space of red rooms, each one being made with each new project and these projects never finished, always being created. And now that the future has arrived, it's with a sigh of relief to see the Company thrives whilst I have been devoting myself to milking and meditating.

Tamryn equals exceptional.

Today's meeting was held at KPMG. I drank water and ate only one mentos. At KPMG people wait in single file for the lift. Chairman Bret wore a gllittery blue blazer that looked like he'd pinched it directly from the top of a perfect blue wave.

In our meeting we affirmed that our Company of poets is dedicated to creating unusual and useful poetry projects; to bringing poetry to life. We agreed we'd like to have more guests in the guest room, to be inviting more strange and sensitive souls into our projects so to work wtih all types of poets and styles of poetry that make up the country.

Olivia is the best General in the country.

Now, I think of  the next week when Gareth and I will adventure into John Morony Correctional Centre, where 'Unlocked' first began We're taking a large painting by Lionel Fogarty, a compendium of poems and little books that literally string sentences together.

Another project to mention is our collaboration with Musica Viva that becomes really real in December with Luka Lesson, Margaret West and Jessica Wilkinson joining a composer to make us a surprise that sounds and reads.

And, tomorrow, apart from hopefully eating some cake and possibly hearing the sounds of sticky tape, I'll meet with Eleonora at Art And to plan our project featuring Ken Bolton, Elizabeth Campbell and two visual artists.

It's been so lovely being quiet for a while, having a poetic sabattical, giving birth to something new and understanding why sleeplessness has so many s's. It's another type of  lovely to feel transformed by things beyond my control, that I'd never expected - like all Red Room projects, and like any poem, if you plan it before it is written, it is sure to be average (Walcott).