Some posters and other images for the show, on its 2009 tour, as and when I can work out how to upload them.
Some of my best writing is done on flipcharts and whiteboards. I sometimes record it before it’s wiped away.
The ribs they rise in rafters in the dark above my head.
The whale he goes his way upon the sea.
No woman now or man on earth knows anything of me:
It is as if I’m dead.
I wrote and sang a song for this exhibition by Sheffield artist Paul Evans, centred on a life-size drawing of a diving sperm whale.
Part 1 of Light of the Long Hand.