I just want to stress again that I'm not reviewing anything. I'm only writing about things because I want to think about them and work out how they're useful to me as an Artist and by extension how they're useful to anyone else. What I really want to talk about is the culture of the bodies and what those bodies were doing on stage in MacBeth. The first thing to say, but not my main point, is that it was really striking to me that the bodies of the men on stage were different

I don't usually read novels. I read a lot plays and film scripts but very rarely novels. I read a lot of non-fiction. I see it as how I grapple with the world; learning about other peoples experiences and big ideas. Usually these books become plays or films or what ever... But anyway I just read 3 novels as my last 3 books and I got really fucked off with them because at least one of them was a breath taking waste of space. One was quiet good and the other was fine. There's a

Right then fuckers.... It's here... The blog no one asked for and no one will read but there we go. It's my quick response to watching T.O's production of Hamlet from the Schaubühne. Firstly I just wanna say some annoying shit that needs to be said. As you know if you've ever read any of these blogs before they exist to try and figure out what Art I (we/you) wanna make. I'm just writing shit down as I think about it and hopefully applying to it my work as I go on and with tha