NIGHT SKY

 

Dusk transitions into night

We are awake within the laws of man

Yet sleep within the anarchy of dreams

The space between is where

Certainty inclines to the ambiguous

From solid to imagined

Prosaic becomes poetic

Secular spiritual

Ordinary magical

Rational madness

The forbidden is unleashed

And from the hunter emerges the hunted

We are nearer to death

But also to rebirth.

 

We seek the reassurance of the sun

As we dread the hours of darkness

But though in daylight we can point to the horizon

At night we can see further

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Night Sky was, like The Prophet: Remix, a production with both professional and non-professional artists from Bankstown in Western Sydney. Individuals and groups were commissioned to respond to the central idea of night sky, dusk, the moon, transitions and migration – I wrote the above poem as a sort of provocation for them. They came back with poems, songs, music, comedy sketches, dance and stories. My job was to put them together into some sort of coherent show and include a few large set pieces with them all as an ensemble. We performed the show over three nights outside in the courtyard of Bankstown Arts Centre in November 2017.