11th May 2016, 18:00.
Power station.
To capture what it’s like inside a mountain.
Non-linear processes of writing.
Radio 4.
Standard listeners gone to bed.
Idea of experimenting in mainstream context.
The character of the ground itself.
Tunnel Tigers.
Elizabeth Falkner (Deduction), Joseph Mulholland (Induction), The Voice of Granite (Abduction).
Radio as form and as idiom.
Imposing constrictions.
Civilisation is an ancient vocabulary.
Human time-creeping in organic substance.
The tree stiffens to a pylon.
Millennia power-phrased in a millimetre of rock.
Rocks – are the bones – of the earth.
I remembered your voice. Years later I opened the drawer.
Pressure on the voice – speaking out to the space.
No final version. Just scraps of things.
Allowing the product t appear as not quite finished.
Skelfs of self-doubt.
I extrapolated a voice by looking at the mural.
I listened to the mural by looking at it very closely.
Unsympathetic. Art historical voice.
Trying to find a narrative meaning.
The place was already a place of fiction.
Site-specific.
Commitment to the documentary.
Accelerated fictionalisation.
Search for a lyric-essay voice.
Watered down by habit.
Push steps back.
When we are dead and buried we’ll be higher in the world than we ever were in life.
A mighty granite cave.
So disappointed.
We’ve found the cave. Not made it.
Truth of the voice.
Documentary details only possible through oral history.
Demonic footprints.
Archaic dialectic.
Fracturing the continuity of the work.
Solidification of monuments in the lungs causes death.
What do we mind of when we first come here?
Restriction.
How would one ostensibly play the mountain in real-time?
Granite played back to itself.
Everything seemed to align to a particular moment. 1976.
It can only exist by being in the space.
The visual used as a narrative structuring device.
Not deliberately counter-intuitive.
The book is, itself, an object.
Repetition until it permeates. Samuel Beckett.
1987. First radio drama. Darkness. In a pit.
How one tests the space by gently pushing at it.
Radio 4. 30 seconds of sound. 5 times longer.
Dialect = unfinished.
The pockled surface of dialect.
Making clear material of practice – a gigantic cave.
A Northern Irish person in London in the 1980s.
A commitment to ones voice, to ones irregularities.
Maria Fusco. Master Rock.