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