I sit here in the silence of my new room, from which I can see the power station at Dungeness in the twilight.

(Jarman, 1995, p. 1)

I can hear conversations somewhere to the right. I imagine I'm in the wings of a theatre, a drama of life and death carrying on, whispered rather than shouted.

(Jarman, 2018, p. 314)

I'm walking along the beach in a howling gale -

Another year is passing

In the roaring waters

I hear the voices of dead friends

(Jarman, 2023, p. 25)

H.B is back from Newcastle

But gone out - the washing

Machine is roaring away

And the fridge is defrosting

These are his favourite sounds

(Jarman, 2023, p.28)

I fill this room with the echo of many voices

Who passed time here

Voices unlocked from the blue of the long dried paint

(Jarman, 2023, p.31)

The two readers ran their fingers around the rims of wine glasses to make the singing sound used in one of the sequences from The Garden.

(Peake, 2025, p. 473)