27/12/2010

And the next time I went down that bumpy road...

I got to see this...

The whole of you inside me is
Surrounded by stars
A wedge of galaxy
Occupied by pulsars
Three black holes, a planetary ring, several UFO
Primordial goo


The doctor and nurse
Spied your satellite
Within this universe
And now we are within your light
Me, grasping the trolley. Him, my hand. Us, the situation.

Evidence of you

And us too.

01/12/2010

Turns out I don't have worry that I gave up history at age 13

Because there is this: The French Revolution story told to pop soundtracks.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXsZbkt0yqo

Just loverly. There are loads of them. Sometimes I really with I'd been a kid right now (excepting the credit crunch and the reduction of available high quality education, but that's another thing.

Well, I know it's simplistic, but it's fun and my knowledge of the French revolution has been improved - it was PANTS before - and I know about Napoleon, I've visited his not actually his apartments at the Louvre. It stops at Napoleon. I was convinced there were more revolutions after him.
Can't pretend to to say I found them, they were on the 'Who Does That' blog, also worth a visit. If only to see the Banarama 'Venus' story because she's worked out how to insert vt and I haven't yet.

Ta ra a bit.

05/11/2010

Wilton Moose's Head

I did a job at the Town Hall Hotel in Bethnal Green yesterday, once a town hall, now a swanky hotel all done up with a fair dollop of idiosyncratic art. Now I like idiosyncratic art, and I like seeing it in hotels, rather than having it languishing in private collections, because anybody can go and see it there. Of course the hotel won't tell you much, they aren't there to elucidate, unlike museums, they are only interested in decoration, interest, or whatever aura a work of art can lend, but at least you can see the stuff. And it's quite interesting to see it out of a museum or gallery context; this is art being used.

Anyway, I found this:
Just hidden around the corner from the main stairwell. This, to me, says everything about art in hotels and is particularly relevant to this one. Combining Wilton carpet and stag's head, both high status objects, conveying pretension to status, situated in a building transformed from municipal function into a commercial enterprise. The hotel is trying to attract high status clients, (blue-chip companies, et al.) and this object gently pokes fun at its pretension.

I found another connotation though, and I wonder if this is more what the artist originally meant. Perhaps you'll think it pretty tenuous, but I'll play with it anyway.

There is, in the London National Gallery, a famous and rare work of 14th century art, in the gothic style, called the Wilton Diptych. You can find more information about it here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilton_Diptych 

It was made for the unpopular English King, Richard II, on the outside is a picture of a white stag (or hart) which was his emblem. The artist is unknown, and is popularly called the Wilton master. His nationality is also unknown, and is quoted to be from 'every possible nation'. Perhaps it is possible that it was worked on in a studio by several artists, that being commonplace; the importance of individual artistic vision not being so relevant then, as it is today. Perhaps, this is a sort of elegy to that person, or people. A note that things are so very different now.

Is this okay? Yes, I think so. It is perfectly valid for a work of art to have more than one interpretation, they exist in the world as objects of their own volition, quite apart from the artist's intention, their meaning subtly changed by situation, and subsequent ownership.

If by any chance you know who made it the Wilton Stag, please don't hesitate to let me know.






01/11/2010

Write

WRITE

Write.
Write a poem.
Visit all the castles in Wales
and write a book of tales.
Become obsessed with collecting porcelain
or brewing beer, or  cycling.

Train spotting goes unrecognised
As a useful waste of time.

Shoes:
Make a decent collection
and
you can wear them.

The shiny oblong: this
that doesn’t know you
exist.
(I’ve been a passive admirer)
Opportunity missed.

1st of the month

     I've been pretty good about doing a bit a day, and it's no good trying to write novel while I'm this busy, earning a crust and what have you, but what I'm trying to avoid doing, more than I am trying to make myself do anything, is not treat this blog, like my employers, from long long ago, treated their CCTV.
     They'd go home after a long day running the office, however complicated that got, and spend the evening watching what had been going on in their garden that day; all the squirrels, neighbour's cats shitting under bushes, that sort of thing. That must be a sign that you need to work less and take time to be in the actual garden.
     So I don't have CCTV, but I do have Stats, and I think Stats could be bad for me, I could end up watching them like they watched that CCTV.