For the last two weeks we’ve been calling Bristol Old Vic’s Copper’s Loft our home. It’s a beautiful, big, light space on the roof with plenty of room for dancing and plenty of room for making. But we’ve been sitting in the corner, writing.
Because we are making this show in a different order than usual (we’re writing it and then ‘making’ it in India) we’ve needed to concentrate on getting words out. We need lots of them to play with, so that we can edit lots of them out and be left with only the good ones – that’s the idea at least.
It takes a bit of time to feel okay with being in a big space and not ‘using’ it, but over the course of our residency we began to realise that the words we write in this large room are very different from the words we write in an office, or in our bedrooms. These words that we write here do more, somehow.
We’ve been using timed writing directives to dig into the crevices of our brain and try to find words that we didn’t consider pulling out previously…
A list of thirty ways to fall, and the potential consequences of each
30 minutes, and then 10 minutes, and then 1 minute on tumbling
Write about falling cats, without saying the word ‘cat’
Three short poems or lists (as shit as you like) about the inevitability of falling
8 minutes of writing about when I fell from grace
A physical fall, that occurs whilst falling in love, during the fall of a government
We’ve also been collecting falling stories through our call-out, which you can still contribute to (but not for much longer), and researching, reading and digging through our memories for material. We have 22,443 words at the moment; about 6000 of these will make the show we think.