We’re now in the position of having to govern the Government. 7.00 am: From tomorrow, after the clocks go back, until the end of Winter, darkness will begin to prevail at this time in the morning. Saturdays proceed like any weekday, but at a slower pace. I linger over my cereal, while scrolling through political and cultural tweets, and stare…

9.00 am: ‘What’s happened!’: The ‘area risk’ had been ‘level is LOW’. So, either there’d been an appalling spike in infections last night, or this is in anticipation of our ‘circuit breaker’ lockdown (which begins at the end of the day), or the app is entirely unreliable. 9.00 am: I’d neglected to complete the week’s registers last night. It’s my…

7.15 am: 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: Onto the streets, moving towards the School of Art to begin a day of third-year painting tutorials. The semester is flying by when looked at from one perspective but proceeding ponderously slow, when seen from another. Every day throws up challenges that neither staff nor students have encountered before. We’re inventing on…

6.00 am: I put my feet on the bedroom floor following a dismal night’s sleep. I ‘potched’ around the studio until it was time for ablutions and breakfast. 8.00 am: A communion. 9.00 am: I took on the remnant of those MA students who I’d not the space on my calendar to accommodate yesterday. It’s worth making the effort to…

8.00 am: A communion. A review of the day ahead. The next three were choc-o-bloc with tutorials and consultations. Work has been busier under Covid-19. The pastoral workload has increased significantly. Even strong and otherwise very able students can get lost and need reassurance at times like this. 9.00 am: The day began with a postgraduate surgery, which was embedded…

There’re times when we must wage war upon our own hearts, in order to subdue its rebellion and waywardness. Saturday, October 17. 7.30 am: Proof of presence. 8.30 am: A communion. 9.00 am: Studiology, to begin. I began ‘crying’ again. I found myself imagining (‘audioising’) a cry as heard from a mountain opposite to where I’d be standing. (I’m the…

8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: A few adjustments to next week’s commitments before scanning the landscape of today’s. First up, I uploaded the composition, that’ll be discussed during my forthcoming presentation, to Soundcloud. I was still exploring ways of sharing live-streaming sound that didn’t compromise the quality of listening. In the background, the archive of my sound work, going…

7.00 am: 8.15 am: Off to School for my day of third-year teaching. The preparations of the room and equipment take around 15 minutes. I begin early. As the first student enters the room, I like to have poise and focus. When students call-in sick, my mind immediately gravitates to Covid-19. One tends to forget that the other the viruses…

I awoke at 5.00 am and lay there, hoping in vain to drop-off again, until 7.00 am. ‘What dreams may come’ in that half-world between sleep and rousing. On the weekend, we’d watched A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Following his unconversion from an ass, Bottom speaks a soliloquy which includes the line: ‘The eye of man hath not heard, the ear…

8.30 am: Autumnal. Off to School: A promissory: 8.45 am: Into 213 (the double gallery) to set up for the first face-to-face Vocational Practice seminar. The thought of teaching across a classroom divided by a wall had woken me in the night. Delivery, these days, feels like a dream-state in which one is battling against the odds: gagged by a…