Thursday, 23 September 2010
Clash.Toby Mott. Medium Rare.
LOUD FLASH, BRITISH PUNK ON PAPER, THE MOTT COLLECTION 24 September – 30 October 2010.
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
Bayswater Childrens Centre.
Hooray! An imaginitive piece of British Architecture is slowly emerging 50 yards from here... It is great! And quite fitting that a childrens centre should look like it was made from sky coloured plasticine by an enthusiastic 5 year old. I am a little early photographing this (should really wait for the fences and rubbish to go) but it was such a lovely sunny afternoon! Well done I say!
Melanie Wilson. Sound artist!
Melanie is a 'sound artist'. I love that definition. check out her website:
http://www.melaniewilson.org.uk/
I nicked the following from the serpentine Gallery website:
Melanie Wilson is an award-winning writer, performer and sound artist, based in London. She makes performances, installations and sound walks that live in theatre and cinema spaces and in the street. Her solo work includes 'Simple Girl', 'Iris Brunette', 'Mari Me Archie', ‘The View From Here’ and 'every minute, always' and has been presented nationally and internationally. She has collaborated with Rotozaza, Coney, Clod Ensemble, Shunt, Chris Goode, Boilerhouse, A2, Peter Arnold and Abigail Conway. She is currently a BAC Supported Artist and her work is produced by Fuel Theatre.www.melaniewilson.org.uk
she is performing at the Serpentine Gallery on Friday:
http://www.melaniewilson.org.uk/
I nicked the following from the serpentine Gallery website:
Melanie Wilson is an award-winning writer, performer and sound artist, based in London. She makes performances, installations and sound walks that live in theatre and cinema spaces and in the street. Her solo work includes 'Simple Girl', 'Iris Brunette', 'Mari Me Archie', ‘The View From Here’ and 'every minute, always' and has been presented nationally and internationally. She has collaborated with Rotozaza, Coney, Clod Ensemble, Shunt, Chris Goode, Boilerhouse, A2, Peter Arnold and Abigail Conway. She is currently a BAC Supported Artist and her work is produced by Fuel Theatre.
she is performing at the Serpentine Gallery on Friday:
I started listening to her site out of curiosity this morning.... It is great fun!
Crockers 'spite' fence.
I found this on the San Francisco geneology web site:http://www.sfgenealogy.com/sf/history/hgoe75.htm
Famous Spite Fence Has Outlived Its Purpose.
Built Around Small Lot by Charles Crocker Because Owner Would Not Sell to Him.
"FOR SALE" signs have been placed by real estate agents on the lot on Sacramento street, near Taylor, which Charles Crocker surrounded with a high spite fence twenty-six years ago because the owner, Nicholas Yung, refused to sell the property to him at the price Crocker offered.
This fence is the most famous memorial of malignity and malevolence in the city. Thousands of persons have gone up Nob Hill to view it since its erection in 1876. Crocker has long been dead, but his heirs have preserved this testimonial of rancor. Yung went to the grave in 1880, but his offense of fixing his own price on his own residence was never pardoned by the Crockers. The fence has been an eyesore to them as well as to everybody else, but they have kept up the feud and sought to hide the ugliness of the lofty barricade on their side of it by covering the boards with ivy and other greenery.
The fence cost about $3000, but Crocker was a millionaire and did not mind the expense, and he had the satisfaction of driving the Yung family away from their home. Their house was boxed up and the sunlight shut out, and Yung was compelled to move the dwelling to another lot which he owned on Broderick street. The tall fence destroyed the value of the Sacramento street lot, which for about a quarter of a century has remained unused and unsightly. Mrs. Rosina Yung, widow of the man who incurred the deep displeasure of the Crockers, had a considerable estate and preferred to keep the cooped-up lot rather than sell it for the trifle which she might have been able to obtain. She died in last January and bequeathed the property, which has been appraised at about $80,000, to her daughters, who are Mrs. C. D. Postel, of Alameda, Mrs. O. J. Kron of San Francisco, Mrs. Frank Church of El Paso, Tex., and Mrs. John Kelly Russell of San Jose. In the course of administration the sale of the property belonging to the estate has been ordered.
When the last lot has been sold to someone not of the Yung blood it may be that the Crockers will drop their legacy of hatred and let the inartistic monument of resentment be torn down. Perhaps they may conclude to buy the lot which they wanted so badly.
Famous Spite Fence Has Outlived Its Purpose.
Built Around Small Lot by Charles Crocker Because Owner Would Not Sell to Him.
"FOR SALE" signs have been placed by real estate agents on the lot on Sacramento street, near Taylor, which Charles Crocker surrounded with a high spite fence twenty-six years ago because the owner, Nicholas Yung, refused to sell the property to him at the price Crocker offered.
The fence cost about $3000, but Crocker was a millionaire and did not mind the expense, and he had the satisfaction of driving the Yung family away from their home. Their house was boxed up and the sunlight shut out, and Yung was compelled to move the dwelling to another lot which he owned on Broderick street. The tall fence destroyed the value of the Sacramento street lot, which for about a quarter of a century has remained unused and unsightly. Mrs. Rosina Yung, widow of the man who incurred the deep displeasure of the Crockers, had a considerable estate and preferred to keep the cooped-up lot rather than sell it for the trifle which she might have been able to obtain. She died in last January and bequeathed the property, which has been appraised at about $80,000, to her daughters, who are Mrs. C. D. Postel, of Alameda, Mrs. O. J. Kron of San Francisco, Mrs. Frank Church of El Paso, Tex., and Mrs. John Kelly Russell of San Jose. In the course of administration the sale of the property belonging to the estate has been ordered.When the last lot has been sold to someone not of the Yung blood it may be that the Crockers will drop their legacy of hatred and let the inartistic monument of resentment be torn down. Perhaps they may conclude to buy the lot which they wanted so badly.
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
Things that make Jan Nieupjur cry: No.1 Leonard Cohen. Alexandra leaving.
Jan called in today to wish me well and share a bottle of cheap Spanish rose; he swears by it, cheaper than a pint of beer with a kick like a nun he says... I quite concur!
Anyway Jan uncorks the bottle (real cork, I like that; class) and squirts us a couple of glassfulls.
'I don't know how they get the cat to sit on the bottle'! Says Jan.
I take a sideways squint at my glass as I try to get the first mouthfull past my natural gagging instinct.
'Jan'. I say. 'Jan, this is almost undrinkable'!
'Yes.' He replies. 'But it is potable. get it down you and stop moaning!... Why man you are in tears!.'
I asked him what made him cry. He went to the record player and put the following on, saying: This is what makes me cry:
Have me washed and sent to her tent!
Some kind soul has introduced me to this video.
for some strange reason I am quite mesmerised by the young lady dancing; I had always assumed that this type of dance was unsubtle and all about 'big' actions and movements. I now know that it is about the tiny, subtle elements. I'm hooked!
Have me washed and sent to her tent!
I thought the devil wore black!
Last weekend, while bivouacked in my oxygen tent (o.k. that is the last reference to that event) I noticed a great deal of helicopter activity over Hyde Park.
It seems that I missed a visit from some kind of racist leader of a paedophile sect.
I thought we had laws to keep these people out of this country!
Oh! It is all right, it was only the pope.
It seems that I missed a visit from some kind of racist leader of a paedophile sect.
I thought we had laws to keep these people out of this country!
Oh! It is all right, it was only the pope.
Monday, 20 September 2010
Wake up and smell the coffin.
Photograph: David Petch
She leans in
then for one moment
supplements my weak breath
with hers
she whispers
Wake up and smell the coffin
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