I became allured by a dance. I lent money to a man bound for the stocks for stealing a kerchief. I participated in industrial action. But Fortuna Major was on my side and I quickly rolled myself into school and then government and thereafter a ship bound for the Levant, where I was able to wink into the sunset, riding a glinting pile of bullion stolen from the church.
Tonight I played Olivia Plender’s ‘Set Sail for the Levant’ and I won. Despite every other dice roll ending up with you turning your pockets inside out and scuttling back to prison, I gathered in the gold while my fellow players suffered carcer, 100% interest loans and war. This board game made me feel awful.
Spike Island hosted an Artists’ Games Night this evening, and when I wasn’t being a bastard in early modern Europe, I was quietly altering George Manciunas’ Fluxus manifesto for Michelle Lewis-King’s Flux Off project – a performance composed of audience responses. Lewis-King is collating them over on her site and the sight of such a stack is a thing in itself. Here is one more:
This is for me, of course – of course it is – also a response to Tom Phillips’ A Humument. As always. As ever. As I fear and hope my work is and will be.
For contrast, here’s a different remix made by my good friend, the cruciverbalist from Totterdown:
It was an exciting and tiring evening. And it has left me wanting to write a board game for poets. Back in the real world, I will be doing some more work with the good people at Spike Island soon, so more news to follow soon.