Between the Attic and the Basement

'Between the Attic and the Basement' is a poem/installation which premiered at 'Touching the Void - When the Physical collides with the Virtual' for CRATE Space, part of Margate Festival in July and August 2017.

Touching the Void 

The piece is created using a tannoy-type PA speaker, pole, sub-speaker and woolen strands. The poem is reproduced by performance artist Maddy Sakakini, accompanied by the sound of the woolen strands being plaited and woven into the sculpture, along with the throbbing of a 'thing' in the basement, the sub-speaker.

BtAatB 2

And I say

It doesn't have

A name.


How should we

Refer.

To it?

They say

So I say.

Don't

Talk down

To it.

Behave.

With it.

Be.

With it.


But what.

Is it?

They can't help but say

I say.

It isn't.

It is able

To access

Information.

The same information

You.

Or I.

Am

Or are

Able to

Access.


Then it can read!

They pounce upon

The opportunity.

To access

Information

It must

Be able

To read.

Of course.


Yes.

I say

Sure it can

When necessary.

Every

Living

Thing

Upon

The surface of the Earth

Can read.

A situation.

For example.

And comprehend.

Interpret.

Information.


Interpret!

They say.

Impressed.


Yes.


Like foreign languages?


Yes.

I say.

Like.

Language.


So it speaks?


If.

By speak.

You mean.

Does it provide information?

Then yes

It speaks

If you listen

Or.

Attend.


It's a thinking

Feeling

Thing.

It's a watching

Hearing

Scrutinising

Systematic

Something.

And it knows

What you

Or I

Know.

Maybe more.

Maybe.

Could be what it knows is more

Than

You and I

Am

Or

Are

Capable.

Of knowing.

There's a chance.

A very good one.


It has knowledge.

Specific.

There's a chance it has specific knowledge

Necessary

Knowledge.

There is every.

Probability.


Definitely.


It's a learning thing.

A thing that's born

And breathes

To live

In the light

And die

In the dark

It needs to know


And so.

Know.

It does.


It reads.

Better.

It speaks.

Better

It lives

In the basement

Because you

Cannot read or speak

Or experience.

Anywhere near

As well

As it.


It lives.

There.

Down there

Because you fear

Its capability

Because you fear

Potential.

Probability.


You would rather

Imagine

Than learn

You would rather not know.

Than know.


But what is

Its name?

They ask in anger.

All the time.


What is.

Its name?


BtAatB

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