Programme Note

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Between the leaves – once a generation – we caught a glimpse of the figure

naive, and scarred across with curved branching shadows

silently stepping wide arches through pathless forest.

 

We gave chase. Relentless, exhausted, staggering, we saw it flickering.

We sacrificed it in the hazel grove. We pulled it back up. It was all line and shape.

We saw it flickering.

 

We saw it flickering. Hungry, cold, cut across — we walked through the forest with it.

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First performed as part of holding, breathing, beating. More information here.

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Photo by Kevin Leighton