Mapping impotence. Point 4.

Then there is the sound.

There is masses of sound.

I have decided that I shall assemble it in as it seems fit.

I have decided that it is rather like the word/image/stuff collage that appears to be emerging in these blog pages.


I have no idea what forms these collages will take.

I need to put markers down on the map.

I do have a map if that is the word.

What was it I said to Laura this morning?

@laura_ritchie #lesmauxdesmots is becoming some sort of (he hesitates) living/unliving/living peopled musical/poetic/exploratory landscape.

— Simon Ensor (@sensor63) May 19, 2016

What was it she said to me?

@sensor63 it has carried me for over 25 years https://t.co/M15Gf8TmVj #lesmauxdesmots

— laura ritchie (@laura_ritchie) May 19, 2016

Somebody, who was it?

I think Angela was talking about catching up with #lesmauxdesmots.

What the hell does catching up mean?

I am not catching up with all the life which is being woven.

We are impotent.

@sensor63 @tanyalau Curiosity is my tragic flaw. :) Catching up on twitter is hard, bit out of the loop but will try to catch up...

— Angela Brown (@angela_brown) May 3, 2016