the poem below, "the smell of burning", is our stimulus, our inspiration if you will. our target in our current journey is to create a piece of theatre solely by ourselves that represents our style as a company, and links directly to our stimulus. our target, is to innovate and inspire through our use of visual and aural technology, but our main vision is to teach you, our wonderful audience something before you leave those doors and venture back out into the outside world. for the 30 minutes that we have you in our grasp, we want to inform you what schizophrenia is truly like, it's development throughout life, and what an affect it can have when it goes unnoticed for so long. when does an imaginary friend become a mental health issue? when does normal become abnormal? when does a bad childhood become a stunted mental growth?

 

It's all in ______'s story.

 

you just have to turn up and let them tell it.

 

 

 

"after each savage hysterical episode so uncommon with us,

my mother would sniff the air and murmur 

nurse would you look at the upstairs fire

i smell burning

something’s alight somewhere

but a red coal never was found

or jet of gas scorching dry board or

paintwork beginning to melt

and too young was i that nursery time to guess,

what smoking subjective fire she really felt,

nowadays i know quite well,

from hers they came

and my Father’s mouth when the hot tongues crackled and spat,

but what mattered then was a trick of dodging flame,

and keeping some breath alive in the heat of it

i have it still

that inbred dodging trick,

but always when fire descept

i see them turning

my parents,

to name elsewhere their sour fire reek

and touch myself and know what’s really burning."