Monthly Archives: December 2011

anti promethean

That whole enterprise was a let-down. The star drive proved useful; but there was a war or two in consequence, and when, after some centuries’ travel, we reached the mysterious object at the edge of the universe it turned out … Continue reading

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martin, knights, wallinger

Went to see the Martins at the Tate & on the way out became interested in The Deluge, a coolly stylised disaster by Winifred Knights. Nice contrast. But both Knights & Martin were trumped by Mark Wallinger’s Threshold to the … Continue reading

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season’s greetings

From the staff & permanent residents at the Ambiente Hotel.

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you’re lost

Some common moorland bird, I never knew its name, makes a strange piping two-note call. Clagged up in a tiny but brutally self-similar stretch of peat somewhere between the Chew Valley & Laddow Rocks, we would imitate the sound but … Continue reading

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answers to a questionnaire

I came late to this “Questionnaire of the Weird”, but here are my answers: 1: Write the first sentence of a novel, short story, or book of the weird yet to be written. “It was a Saturday afternoon, about 2:19.” … Continue reading

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how you use the space

“For God’s sake, Choe.” “Go left out of here. Left!” After a mile or so, he made me take the narrow gated road of the local North West Water catchment area. There, a bulky Victorian architecture of revetments, ramps and … Continue reading

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this is not an edgeland

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hoban, solnit, meadows

DGMFS offers Very different approaches to solo accoustic guitar. Nina Allan mourns Russell Hoban. The usual thirteen year old boy is skateboarding in the middle of the street. He gives up after a while, perhaps bored with going “Shhhhhh-tok-CLACK” over … Continue reading

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the constant imago

This Christmas, why not give Viriconium, city of sex, syphillis & consubstantiation ? “When he first fell in love with Vera Ghillera, my uncle had the walls of his room painted a heavy sealing-wax red; at the window there were … Continue reading

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