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Neal Barber
I have multivarious interests. Here, you can find my blogs on library matters, my current projects in theatre - I am a Director, Stage Manager, Production Guy, Technical Op, Designer, and Actor - my research in theatre, my random musings, and - most recently - my experienced in teaching/learning. I firmly believe in breaking down the traditional binaries - particularly, research/practitioner, public/private, formal/informal etc.
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      • We All Know This One...
      • Another Day...
      • Ooze
      • "True I talk of Dreams"
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We All Know This One...

28.8.08

The work day looms large
Begins to lengthen, extend
Longer as week wanes

Posted by Neal Barber at 10:50 am 0 comments    

Labels: complete, days, erotic, haiku, poem, poetry, work

Another Day...

27.8.08

Vagueness pushing in from the edges
Clambering, clinging, clawing
Vagueness threatening to take over
Pulling, pushing, pressing
Vagueness dragging me under

Posted by Neal Barber at 9:13 am 0 comments    

Labels: complete, disorientation, poem, poetry, vague, work

Ooze

18.8.08

The wells of creativity slow to a trickle. What once gushed forth now takes effort to squeeze; the resulting dribble is the pus from a festering blister on the face of humanity. As a great man once said: "The spirit is willing but the flesh is unable." In my case the spirit's willingness is not matched by its ability. Perhaps just waiting for some time; let the muse strike when he will - dressed in his robes of pure-white tinged with the blood of the martyrs. He does not come when you call. Or perhaps he is just out of the office at the moment.

Posted by Neal Barber at 4:58 pm 0 comments    

Labels: darkness, drivel, fragment, melancholy, muse

"True I talk of Dreams"

4.8.08

The remembered flash of lightening burnt on your retina; lingering long. I still remember you. When time slows down to creep imperceptibly. I can smell you; taste you; feel you. Even though you are not here with me anymore I can sense your ghost. It has taken so long; ghosts still worry me; there is no sanctuary in dreams.

Posted by Neal Barber at 11:40 am 0 comments    

Labels: dream, fragment, ghosts, love, melancholy

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