This visually arresting quartet for four men takes its title from a
phrase coined by the poet Rimbaud to describe his method of writing. The dancers progress through images of quiet contemplation into explosive passages of movement; as the air slowly clears, the performers become more visible, as if mental clarity descends.

Choreography: Ben Wright

Performers: Neb Abbott, Keir Patrick, Matthew Winston, Robert Clark

Lighting Design: Guy Hoare

Music: Tim Sutton played by Londonflutes

Costumes: Theo Clinkard