t  o  u  c  h  i  n  g

 A  M O R G A N  S C R A P B O O K

 How can I
 acknowledge
 the
 power
 &
 the
 privilege
 &
 the
 pleasure
 &
 the
 pain

 &
 all
 the
 precarity

 I hold
 in my
 hands
 …

 What happens when we walk where / as others have, alongside their
 ghosts, holding their fingers, tissue, palm

 something

 of how they sought, thought, fought
 to touch, inside our own?

 What sort of gesture is a collage?

 How do these gestures reveal Edwin Morgan’s touching of the world? What do they
 conceal?

 What do they surface about the entanglements of sight and touch?

 How do we touch in times of jeopardy?

 Is it this: when I cut something out, do I see it more clearly?
 (Like drawing.)

 Is the surface of a (scrap)book more tender than a screen?

 How might the ways someone saw, caressed, composed
 (with paper, cuttings, their hands, on their desk, in their lap)
 
bring us closer to their breath, their flesh,

 fear

 desire?
 …

 What does it mean to have a ‘private life’? Or a private life.

 Looking-longing-loving now and, then
 & now?
 ….

 And now
 your
 touch
 Is touching

 Is in
 everything
 I read
 &
 write
 &
 try

 to hold
 Right
 Now
precarious questions (towards a page of Edwin Morgan)
Column Score (from a page of Edwin Morgan) Version 1 Gerard Bell
Column Score (from a page of Edwin Morgan) Version 2
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lifting the layers, notes from underneath - a research process
Correspondence (Lucy & Luke) audio extracts

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