ROARAWAR FEARTATA: AURA project, Collingwood Housing Estate, Feb/March/April 2011

The Tower Anagogues

performed on thursday June 2nd by roarawar feartata (craig peade & benjamin cittadini)

sound by Nick Beer

photo's by Nick Stephenson & Brigid Jackson

Underground Carpark

Collingwood Housing Estate

24hr Tower People

1:55pm

clouds are now and this

is the bottomless sleep,

time taken

is time best given away

2:38pm

child's eyes cling

whilst parents

drag their eyes away

4:00pm

small doors close

dreams open automatically

4:50pm

old men with late autumn eyes

grow invisible

when standing in their pyjamas

5:08pm

the man behind the hand

reaches out

and touches no-one

5:15pm

night gardeners

set their watches aglow,

worn hands harvest

the slow moon

6:24

your face may be familiar

but you intentions are undeclared -

swipe your card, sign in,

I forget you

8:00pm

Wasted my time

made me laugh

8:33pm

I'm the pizza man

please

let me out

8:48

workers of the night

and the early morning

stare straight ahead

and dream

9:59pm

every second builds

a balloon

10:08pm

slide open

slide in

slide up

slide down slide down . . .

10:13pm

too many children

are without balloons tonight

10:44pm

Mohammed

longs

for bed

11:00pm

surprise...

I forgot my teeth

11:04pm

it's out time together-

between this door and that

between the post boxes and the elevator

between "what are you doing" and "I'm not sure"

between a midnight cigarette and breakfast at noon

-it's our time together

11:29pm

sally is a dog

of few words,

unlike

her master

11:42pm

my body is a victim

of my lack of foresight

1:00am

space grows darker

the longer I stare at it

1:30am

with a renewed sense of loss

I reach in to the hole that defines me

1:35am

it's very

very hard

to get australian residency

these days

2:25am

even at the darkest hour

stray cats are snoring

3:10am

my touchscreen is beautiful

but my wife cannot get a visa

3:48am

when I think of you

I fall

into the arms

of the rising sun

4:00am

the Tower is short on sleepwalkers:

elevators stand idle, waiting to come down.

4:29am

mist spills off the roof

and settles quietly

on the streets below

5:05am

birthday cards are blank

the blankets are unfurling,

dirty white delivery vans stall

and the smallest birds are hungry

5:55am

fresh scented necks

stretch out into the frigid air

6:15am

sleeps long arms

hang heavily by my side

6:55am

I am not dying

today

7:00am

it's no secret

the cleaners

keep the peace

7:25am

security guards can really sing

when their shift is nearly over

 The afternoon of the autumn estate

Beginning the task of reclaiming glass shattered in an act of pointless annihilation by the Sky God of Desolation

The Perpetual Race of Achilles and the Tortoise as recounted and refuted by Jorge luis Borges, perambulated and divulged for avian consideration.

26/03/11

The Tower bristles in the sharp autumnal sunshine; it's somebody's birthday today. Security guards leave their cards in the shade.

The Sacred Remains of an Oblated Mattress

22/03/11

People of the Tower

People of the Hidden Door

People of the Wine Cask

People of the Car Headlights

People of the Footpaths

People of the Leaking Roof

People of the Sky Windows

People of the Hungry Dogs

People of the Lost $20

People of the Narrow Path

People of the Guarded Look

People of the Cloven Pottery

People of the Twilight Garden

People of the Dreaming Seas

Consumables

01/03/11

1. Almond croissant (unfinished)

2. "Monsac" briefcase

3. "The Rock Version of the Lords' Prayer" LP

4. Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliot LP

5. 12 pack of jotter pads

6. Whiteboard markers

7. Short black and a strong latte

8. Small green cigarette lighter

9. 5 x Pints & 3 x pots of beer

02/03/11

1. 3 x Newspapers

2. Tobacco, Filters, papers

3. Chili & Lemongrass vegetables, Crispy skin chicken & rice

4. 4 x strong latte's, short black

5. Rocky road

04/03/11

1. Fisherman's Friends

2. Short Black

3. Ping Pong balls

4. Aviary Mesh

07/03/11

1. Tuna baguette

2. 2x strong, watery Aldo coffee's

3. 10x packet of 12 ping pong balls

4. 2x masking tape

5. short black

6. 3x Italian-Vietnamese handmade spring rolls

7. Daily "news"

8. 3x pints, 1x pot beer

9. packet of peter stuyvesant cigarettes

10. spinach & cheese indigestion inducing pide

08/03/11

1. Tuna toasted sandwich

2. Strong cafe latte

3. Pack of 72 wooden pegs

4. Barbecue chicken roll

5. Chocolate profiterole

09/03/11

1. 3x 10m power cables

2. 2x power board

3. 2x 5m roll of 3mm clear vinyl tube

4. cafe "normale"

5. cassette adaptor

6. Translucent bucket

7. "Pasticciotti"

10/03/11

1. Short black, strong cafe latte

2. 1x "Pasticciotti"

3. The Ting Tings-"We started nothing" CD

4. Pristine bound collection of Paul Robeson 78's

13/03/11

1. 'Daily News'

2. Panadol

3. organic orange, carrot, raspberry, blueberry, beetroot juice

15/03/11

1. LED Torch

2. 4x AAA batteries

3. Panadol

4. Votive candles

5. 3x gold leaf necklaces

3x gold bauble necklace

1x fake pearl brooch

6. short black

7. supa-glue

16/03/11

1. Box of Green Tea

2. Alarm clock

3. Tea cup

4. LED lamp

5. Bag of Xmas Bells

17/03/11

1. Short Black

18&20/03/11

1. Non-Aldo strong latte

2. Block of Cadbury's Black Forest Chocolate

3. Pre-made egg & ham salad roll

21/03/11

1. 1x halogen lamp

22/03/11

1. Short black

2. Rice paper rolls

3. 20x photocopies

25/03/11

1. 2x disposable overalls

2. 2x yard gloves

3. metal bucket

4. rake

5. black whiteboard marker

Recovered Objects

10/03/11

Behind the Tower, beneath the ground, secrets are absorbed like moisture. Whilst people with dogs curse as they beat the paths above, below the tinkering of arcane visions keeps rhythm with the seeping water. The roots of the Tower descend deep into mystery.

The Lost Keys and the Missing Pieces of the Puzzle

Recovered Objects

09/03/11

Raindrops are briefly glimpsed, set apart by their fluid nature from that of the Tower - the Immovable Mover. Each window is an eye with its corresponding raindrop held in fascination for a moment. They both glint and convex the world before withdrawing and falling into their respective pools of reflection. A young boy with his schoolshirt torn open drinks from a large bottle of red soft-drink - he splashes through reflected pools.

Community Consultation with Analogue Survey Device

08/03/11

The charred outlines of spontaneous oblations attest to the devotion of the residents. As bread rolls sail down from the windows above, it becomes apparent there are different paths for different sets of feet - the path directly beneath the tower is primarily for single walkers in single file, pushing up into the one-wind; or security guards warily walking in circles.

07/03/11

The tower rises like a blue flame, steady and unprovoked. Cool heads are kept down and mosquitoes breed. The god of desolation lumbers down the passageways, annihilating the worth of personal possessions and ejecting them out the windows to become dust with the desert below.

The Sky God of Desolation

04/03/11

The wind only blows in one direction - there is no left or right, only behind. Children's voices bounce around the internal passageways and are carried away by the one-wind. Sometimes the shadow of a face projects above the surrounding rooftops.

02/03/11

The tower creates a space, a blustering impermanence, its gaps unstoppable, its languages unknowable. The cycle of lost and found - songs, shoelaces, faces etc. - begins again each day.

Songs Composed on Forgotten Piano

1. "Music of the spheres"
2. "Untitled"
3. "goodnight my cave"
4. "The grounds frolicked dizzyingly toward my gaze"
5. "Rose, my rose"
6. "Rain machine"
7. "Anatomical reliquary for a votive mattress"
8. "It's so serene . . . be here forever alltime"
9. "Rain (versus the world after dragon)"
10. "Calling name, calling me"
11. "Is this home"
12. "Beneath each footfall is a minor scale'"
13. "The wind blows cockroaches onto their backs"
14. "The cockroach gets back on its feet"
15. "Look! The stars spin me out (navel gazing at the moon)"
16. "The Cockroach Variations"

01/03/11

Morning spectres travelate towards the tea and coffee. Compact ladies have been slicing vegetables in their sleep - a waking dream where hands and words cut quickly through the mire outside. From another corner a scramble of volatile fingers scratch away at the keys of an ill-tuned piano - inchoate music that sways unsteadily beneath a tower of uncertainty.

Recovered fantasy from young person's bedroom door

Weathervane for atmospheric pressure assumptions - consequently confiscated by Dept. of Housing for contravening Atmospheric Pressure Assumption Rules