Helloooo Ying – Yangers!

Hi detective I hope the world has allowed you to connect and disconnect at will this week. Great question posed by one of our most nomadic detectives. Spot the difference in this weeks round up interview…

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What's the difference between the others and me?

Golden Nugget…

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We are many.




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MUCHOS SOMOS – Pablo Neruda
(scroll down for English translation)

De tantos hombres que soy, que somos,
no puedo encontrar a ninguno:
se me pierden bajo la ropa,
se fueron a otra ciudad.

Cuando todo está preparado
para mostrarme inteligente
el tonto que llevo escondido
se toma la palabra en mi boca.

Otras veces me duermo en medio
de la sociedad distinguida
y cuando busco en mí al valiente,
un cobarde que no conozco
corre a tomar con mi esqueleto
mil deliciosas precauciones.

Cuando arde una casa estimada
en vez del bombero que llamo
se precipita el incendiario
y ése soy yo. No tengo arreglo.
Qué debo hacer para escogerme?

Cómo puedo rehabilitarme?
Todos los libros que leo
celebran héroes refulgentes
siempre seguros de sí mismos:
me muero de envidia por ellos,
en los filmes de vientos y balas
me quedo envidiando al jinete,
me quedo admirando al caballo.

Pero cuando pido al intrépido
me sale el viejo perezoso,
y así yo no sé quién soy,
no sé cuántos soy o seremos.
Me gustaría tocar un timbre
y sacar el mí verdadero
porque si yo me necesito
no debo desaparecerme.

Mientras escribo estoy ausente
y cuando vuelvo ya he partido:
voy a ver si a las otras gentes
les pasa lo que a mí me pasa,
si son tantos como soy yo,
si se parecen a sí mismos
y cuando lo haya averiguado
voy a aprender tan bien las cosas
que para explicar mis problemas
les hablaré de geografía.


Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle on a single one.
They are lost to me under the cover of clothing
They have departed for another city.

When everything seems to be set
to show me off as a man of intelligence,
the fool I keep concealed on my person
takes over my talk and occupies my mouth.

On other occasions, I am dozing in the midst
of people of some distinction,
and when I summon my courageous self,
a coward completely unknown to me
swaddles my poor skeleton
in a thousand tiny reservations.

When a stately home bursts into flames,
instead of the fireman I summon,
an arsonist bursts on the scene,
and he is I. There is nothing I can do.
What must I do to distinguish myself?

How can I put myself together?
All the books I read
lionize dazzling hero figures,
brimming with self-assurance.
I die with envy of them;
and, in films where bullets fly on the wind,
I am left in envy of the cowboys,
left admiring even the horses.

But when I call upon my dashing being,
out comes the same lazy old self,
and so I never know just who I am,
nor how many I am, nor who we will be being.
I would like to be able to touch a bell
and call up my real self, the true me,
because if I really need my proper self,
I must not allow myself to disappear.

While I am writing, I am far away;
and when I come back, I have already left.
I should like to see if the same thing happens
to other people as it does to me,
to see if as many people are as I am,
and if they seem the same way to themselves.
When this problem has been thoroughly explored,
I am going to school myself so well in things
that, when I try to explain my problems,
I shall speak, not of self, but of geography.

Signing out.//Identity Detective (Germany)

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What’s the difference between all the others and me?

‘As she’s experimenting with art, Smith also experiments with different selves. And yet, this is not at all like the myth of Sylvia Plath painfully shedding her false selves until she reached an impasse that could only end in suicide.

Smith (who is, anyway, making her own myth) is trying on different selves, putting them on and taking them off, seeing how they suit her. It is life as a costume drama.’ p. 232. Samantha Ellis on Patti Smith’s memoir Just Kids, taken from How to be a Heroine.

I read this passage just yesterday, and it struck a chord. Samantha Ellis’ own memoir is a personal reflection of the way heroines in literature have influenced her throughout her childhood, teenage years and adulthood. In times of need she reached for the familiar romance and drama of Cathy in Wuthering Heights, and as a teenager consciously tried to emulate the strength and humour of Lizzy Bennett in Pride and Prejudice. 

Recently I closely analysed some of Plath’s poetry, where she is consistently concerned with being true to one’s self. Plath also wrote about the struggle of being honest, the personal conflict of trying to align the self with societies expectation.

The way Ellis writes about trying on different selves on a day to day basis struck me because I feel like that is what I do myself. I got a new understanding of how people interact after reading The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life by Irving Goffman. His theory orchestrates society as a collectively understood performance, from the basic decision of what to wear to present your gender, all the way through to how we interact differently with someone purely because they are a ‘Dr.’

Like Ellis, books hugely impact the way I consider myself, and the way I think about what society demands. It demands a more critical outlook, on the way I choose to present myself and interact with others, and why others respond in the ways that they do.

So far, I don’t really have an answer to what the difference is between the others and me. I don’t think I ever will, because I am not entirely settled on what suits me yet. I’ll keep reading, and taking inspiration here and there. Most of all, I’ll keep observing, as I rather suspect that all the others are completely different too…

Signing Out// Identity Detective (England)




Hey hey Blackboard Scrapers! Hope you have had a good week and have had an opportunity to become more aware of your super shiny expansive self. We are all vibrating in the same soup so our mission this week is a good one to remind ourselves of how easily we can effect others… A detective’s life can be a dangerous one ….Just after capturing this weeks round up with the very generous James from the National Football Museum a sniper mugged the audio out of my hands!!! Or the alternative version of that story is that I cut the interview by accident – duh! However  I managed to capture the TREASURE – Phew! Here’s what James contributed…


How would you describe yourself?

Hi my names James and I’m from Bury.

Identity Detective what does that mean to you?

Who you are, sharing who you are.

Where were you born?


Where do you live?


Other then where you were born and where you live where else in the world do you feel connected to?


What do you consider to be your heritage?


Where is home?


Mission Of The Week: How can you annoy people?

By staying in bed and not getting up to do stuff.

What do you enjoy doing?

Playing football.

Where does the treasure lie in Bury or Manchester?

I’ll say my home….no, no I’ll say Old Trafford Grounds.

Where does the treasure lie within yourself? …have a listen to his answer….

Golden Nuggets…

golden nugget Intentionally.

golden nugget Unintentionally.


Signing Out.// Identity Detective

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How do I annoy people? Unintentionally!

Dawdling on the pavement… Daydreamwalking into people… Using the last of the milk… Forgetting to put the bins out… Sleeping toooooo long… Stopping them from licking the side of the fridge (this applies more to smallish people)… Taking too long to respond… Responding internally instead of externally… Trying to put their pants on (again… more for smallish people)… But generally, on the whole, almost exclusively… Unintentionally! Signing Out//Ooh sorry… woops…//Identity Detective (England)


7:00 am Monday morning You’re Driving Me Crazy!


Almost toppling over a pair of dirty socks and a boxer lying in front of the bathroom door, I notice my flatmate is already awake. A bit annoyed, I open the door and discover, that my flatmate also already used toilet, shower and sink, then: 1. toilet paper is untraceable, 2. unexplainable puddles of water are on the floor in front of the shower, 3. stubble hairs are all over the sink.

Phew… I already told him a thousand times: first I tried ‘the funny way’ (where´s the toilet paper, you´re playing mummy?), then with friendly reminders (I would also like to use some toilet paper in the morning), then notes in the bathroom (leave toilet paper in toilet paper holder!!), then writing messages (can´t find toilet paper, that is very inconvenient). But this morning, he makes my blood boil. I start screaming. And I know, I am overreacting, as I hear the words `never´, `always´, `every time´ coming out of my mouth extremely loud.

Evidently, these problems are no big problems. I could have handled it, like I did before: find another roll of toilet paper, tell him that it bothers me and that´s it. But this time, I explode.

The diagnose is clear: “social allergy.” As with physical allergens, the first exposure produces a small negative reaction, but each subsequent contact increases sensitivity. That, Dr. Michael Cunningham says, is why people can explode over what seem like tiny infractions. The first wet towel on the bathroom floor is mildly irritating; the hundredth can unleash a hypersensitive reaction.

My behaviour is also very normal. The way allergic people react to peanuts, I react to my flatmate.

8:00 am Monday morning Upps.. Sorry


Still puffed-up with anger I get on my bike and start pedalling. In an attempt to ventilate my emotions, I decide to ride on the road, instead of the bicycle lane. To be even faster I jump over the red light. Thinking that nobody noticed me…. Untill an angry driver honks and I can clearly hear someone screaming: you annoying bloody ciclist, get off yer bike!!”.

Signing out.//Identity Detective (Germany)




Helloooo Search Engines! I hope your week has been full of cake or the feeling of your favourite food of choice! I wanna give a huge shout out to the detectives commitment to weekly exploration – the journey has only just begun. If you are interested in being a resident detective please do drop an email to This week we have a very special guest helping us solve the mission at hand – a guest like no other….have a Sink and see….

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Golden Nuggets…

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To become acquainted with extreme poverty, death, sex, betrayal, and decadence.

golden nugget To imagine happy endings.

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Theatre helps us communicate humanity, question humanity, explore humanity.

golden nuggetTo empathise.



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Fact – We do theatre to communicate. The world is massive. The universe is bigger. When we pause to stop and think about the magnitude of existence and everything therein its enormity is consuming. Think a moment about the size of the universe. Comprehending its size is out of our capability, only numbers can suffice to represent it. Reflect a moment about a patch of land, how many feet have walked upon it, how the land has risen and fallen, the plants grown and paved over and dug up. Was it a bog once? Did somebody live here, or have barely any souls stepped across it even to this day? Was there water ten feet over my head here once, where people fished? If people walked this path, where were they going, what did they care about? Just a little thing to think about… How do you understand the people around you? Empathy is natural and the skill grows with maturity, we learn to empathise rather well with those around us. How do you begin to understand somebody who has lived a very different life to you, walked different paths and empathised with utterly different people? We step back to our commonality, humanity. We share humanity, we are all human. We have the same basic needs, and that is the first way we empathise; those that need food, water, shelter. We empathise next with the way we feel; we all feel sadness, happiness, fear, boredom, tiredness, nausea, pain, pins and needles… We all live in a society, living together on a planet with different cultures home to different societies, yet all essentially rubbing shoulders, moving together through life as it is. Moving past one another day to day with the same basic needs, the same human feelings, unable to know and care for, empathise with everyone we pass because the world is huge, just like the universe. Theatre helps us communicate humanity, question humanity, explore humanity, when otherwise we could just pass it by, rubbing shoulders and forgetting faces until it’s all done. Theatre lover, human explorer, Signing Out// Identity Detective (England)

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To know What Life Has to Offer

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Kleine Sofie en Lange Wapper 

Heavily implied to be dying of cancer, Sophie, a curious little girl, spends her days in bed. One night she’s awakened by the bustle of her many toys gathering in front of a small theater. Terror, her cat, is presenting a play about What Life Has to Offer, and Sophie -wanting to find out what’s „for sale in life“ and.. what comes after life- finds herself part of the cast. As August the clown and the puppet Death roll the scenery, the play comes alive, and Sophie experiences a riotous journey through a carnival of life. In the space of one night, she becomes acquainted with extreme poverty, death, sex, betrayal, and decadence; she loses her hair, ends up in an orphanage for “kids that came out wrong”, is thrown in jail, gets lost at sea, and in the end, dies in reality. But because of what she’s learned in her imaginary travels, she’s able to imagine a happy ending for herself, and dreams of driving off on a new adventure with her new friends.

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Els Pelgrom & The Tjong Khing

Signing out.//Identity Detective (Germany)




Dearest Piggy Bankers! I hope you are feeling rich and are valuing your valuables. I am very impressed with the international detectory this week and as evidence goes I think this week is a top 5 round up! During a walk in the sunshine three young detectives hijacked a ‘adult’ interview and asked if they could answer the questions. Have a listen to their wisdom – they are the future after all. Thankyou girls : )

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Golden Nuggets

golden nuggetMoney does not contain value it merely expresses it.

golden nuggetDebt makes the world go round.

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Money comes from trees…