In that moment - just after the life inside the show has ended, and just before life outside the show has started again - we realise a dual capture has occurred, an arresting in motion, on the way to an unknown destination, after departure and before arrival. A gap arises between the show we have made and the show that has made us - a tiny void. Does this void constitute the possibility of grace? The possibility of poetry?
(Matthew Goulish, 'Eight Memos on the Creation Process of Goat Island's When will the September roses bloom? Last night was only a comedy'. When will the September Roses Bloom? Last Night was only a Comedy, Part One: Reflections on the Process. Chicago/Zagreb?. Goat Island and Frakcija, 2004/5. Print.)