The play, 'Alone', in which one of the central characters will be
Nietzsche has been in the darkness and fertility of my creativity
for some time. But can you count time in the art of making,
creating, shaping and inventing?

All my writing is about 'those who do not know where they belong'
- the poets, the wild birds and the sirens of our world who struggle
and resist the resignation of the human imagination, of the human
spirit and the deep benevolence of humanity. So my writing would
not appeal to those who are comfortable and resigned to the
world of the safe, the taught , the domestic and the planned.

Nietzsche was correct to describe life as 'a Dancer'.
'I dance after you. I follow you even when only the slightest traces of you linger. Where are you? Give me your hand!. Or just your little finger' ........ from 'Thus Spake Zarathustra (the second dance song).

In the play 'Alone', Nietzsche is the teacher, the mentor, to a student he has not met and yet his defiance, rebellion and yellow pollen of his imagination has overlapped into the world of another time, another place - another world.

It is true what he wrote - 'some are born 'posthumously'.

By this I mean that I do not desire to be intellectually factualized, I have studied his work at university level.

I seek to go deeper into the fire of his creation and
make his presence real and vibrant in the play.

It is also important to state that I am neither a
follower nor a leader in any ideology, system of thought, or of any group or individual.

I am a seeker of truth and beauty.
Plato wrote that 'the good is of truth
and it is beautiful and dangerous

Ideas and people take root in your being like seed that you have breathed in at a spring in your life. It is not until many
years later, or 'something about Autumn' (Nietzsche) that you realise that you are fertile and heavy with this person or
idea, and desire to give birth to what you have been weaving and evolving from the seed of the invisible and the unknown.

'Something about Spring' (Nietzsche) and its bright colours of yellow. I came into the Dionysian dance, legally,
by watching the dance of Nietzsche in print. By this I mean that teachers and mentors are not meant to change
your life; that would mean that you were not alive and did not have substance of your own. Rather they
encourage you to 'continue in your incorrect ways' as you read the defeats and inspirations of their journey.

In the spring of my life, by accident, I came across the agon of Nietzsche. Reading his first book 'The Birth of Tragedy',
I knew he would be seduced by the nymphs of Dionysius and would not return to us.