ABOUT THE MAY KING:
The day that started early, suddenly got late. Immersed in
vibrant conversation, at the centre of a hive of industry.
Software updating, machinery tweaking, no making or writing
or painting, but tools returned to the sharpener for re-shaping.
All part of the process of creating – to the one who misinterpreted
intuitive selection as ‘copying out’ve books’ or the composer
who thought sampling was theft ‘making’ isn’t always
about ‘making’. Listening to byé lai mar ‘Ungirthed’ at sunset.
Watching clouds turn pink like rosy thugs.