As you may or may not be aware, the purpose of Fleeing Muses was to create a song to beckon those long skirted ladies back to a place where I could hear them. I needed to seduce them, to make a leafy grotto where they might feel at home. A fireside where they could warm their toes and voices, sipping wine and teasing frogs and crickets with their song until their friends joined them. So that stories could begin to waft around me once more.
Well, for now at least, the libations have worked. Thanks to your generous participation in the endeavour, I might add. Your comments have been like compost, and I'm really grateful for that.
The channels are open it seems, and this time its a steady flow. Read all about the project I'm working on, its called Paydirt, and its a ... hmm, well for now I'm calling it a sort of immorality play about Joburg. Its a space to have fun. It opens in Grahamstown at the National Festival of the Arts in about a months time.
So please do pop over and share in the excitement.
4 comments:
Hi Tamara (we're back, a week now)
Paydirt blog's great fun, reads well and has me curious - keep 'em coming. Excellent idea to share the making online; particularly us people who are once again not making it to the festival are delighted to get a look in.
I`m glad your muses have returned!Yes, Paydirt sounds exciting! We`ll be gladly adding compost!
I checked out Paydirt. It's very cool.
But I'll miss Fleeing Muses. I shouldn't pout should I?
Hi Liz! Yes, it'll be a challenge keeping up, but fun, I think. We'll let you have a preview before we go to Gtown.
Angela, thanks, I don't take it for granted.
And Reya - no pouting, because I'm not going anywhere just yet. It would be arrogant to assume that they will stay - I'll need to keep the place watered. Just that I couldn't bring myself to write about the wedding just yet, in such a public space. More on that later.
xxxx
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