A horrible thing for a bloggist to admit, a loss for words. But here I am, following Joe Ink.’s presentation of 4our.
I felt like I did after first seeing a symphony orchestra live, or listening to the music of the Mahavishnu Orchestra or Ornette Coleman; after reading James Joyce or Doris Lessing; hearing Nina Simone sing or walking into a gallery and seeing Guernica on the opposite wall.
How the blanket-blank did they do that? That’s about all I could muster. I felt lost and found at the same moment.
There’s a sense of elation mixed with that of disbelief. Sometimes the effect comes from being low-key and seemingly artless – Billy Holiday singing Strange Fruit or a pitcher throwing a curve ball on a 3-2 count. You don’t expect the power you feel from the simple act.
Such was my experience with 4our.
Joe Ink. may not be the Berlin Phil or Picasso, neither a Dylan howl nor a Bosch triptych, their use of skill, emotion, humour, props and wizzo tech certainly elicited a HTF response. They looked like a school of fish or a flock of birds, appearing and disappearing, flashing before our eyes for an instant, turning dark then turning light. Solos, duets, trios, ensemble, with or without video projections, or the Swiss-Army knife props used in such array. Arrrgghh … words.
How did Margaret Atwood or Ron Hynes or Joe Ink. do it? Maybe we don’t really want to know.