Pod Academy

'A spindly shit coppice, with ghosts of plastic bags rustling in its branches.' This week's podcast, by artist Robin Bale, is an evocation of a windswept rubbish dump under the M11 motorway.  It starts with the sounds of moving through undergrowth, traffic in the background. A twig snaps. Abstract and slow percussion fades in....... A burnt boot…crushed cans…ashes…binbag, spilling its guts…burnt plastic…soles detached…from shoes…ashes…roof tiles…single rubber glove…over the mounded and overgrown rubble…sparks of new, blue off-licence bags leap out against the leaves…the green and the brown…and the traffic on the road beyond flickers between the trees. [sound of traffic and birdsong fades. Percussion continues then fades] I wish to talk about spaces. It could be that as soon as the first building was built and the city was founded, that there came into being a margin or corner - the angle of two walls, the space just down there, just past where the bins are. Only existing in relation to that building, only