This piece is a result of conversations with Gini Churchill and explores feelings associated with sensory deprivation whilst engaging those of touch, sight and hearing.
Gini Churchill
In the dark is bad enough,
but I cannot see.
am aware the blackness
is all around me,
but I cannot see.
I see only that I see nothing
I see that
if I could allow myself to see
I would see
more: my head, my body, legs, two hands -
I cannot see.
Where is my perfect vision?
Lost under cloud,
impenetrable blue cloud.
I don’t know which way to go
or where; or if I wear blue,
dark-blue hat upon my head,
is this delusion?
I have no hunger, so why
have I an appetite?
I have no hunger, so why
has my soul such yearning?
Accompanied by audio recording of Jaroslav Jezek’s ‘ Tmavomodry Svet’

This piece is a result of conversations with Gini Churchill and explores feelings associated with sensory deprivation whilst engaging those of touch, sight and hearing.
Gini Churchill
In the dark is bad enough,
but I cannot see.
am aware the blackness
is all around me,
but I cannot see.
I see only that I see nothing
I see that
if I could allow myself to see
I would see
more: my head, my body, legs, two hands -
I cannot see.
Where is my perfect vision?
Lost under cloud,
impenetrable blue cloud.
I don’t know which way to go
or where; or if I wear blue,
dark-blue hat upon my head,
is this delusion?
I have no hunger, so why
have I an appetite?
I have no hunger, so why
has my soul such yearning?
Accompanied by audio recording of Jaroslav Jezek’s ‘ Tmavomodry Svet’
