September 16th, 2008 | Work
September 16th, 2008 | brainjuice
September 15th, 2008 | brainjuice
September 15th, 2008 | people I know
* Steven Shaviro on the Sarah Palin effect.
* A fine excerpt from Susannah Breslin’s novel in progress.
* Marie Javins wrote THE 3-D WORLD ATLAS & TOUR.
* Meredith Yayanos captured performing with Faun Fables at The Knitting Factory the other week:
September 15th, 2008 | microlog
A partially-collapsed stone burial chamber down the field from the Rollright Stones.
Their proximity to the Rollrights, rough contemporanity and siting on a posited ceremonial track that is believed to run around and west to the Rollright ring, says to me that this was an intended statement. I mean, all portal dolmen chambers are. But the Knights constitute a big bugger, standing on the limb of a big hill looking down a broad sweep of the West Country. They’d been standing some three thousand years before those became the lands of the Saxon leader Hrolla, the "Hrolla-landriht" that became the modern-day corruption Rollright. This is a dolmen that marks the passing of people who worked to make this country fit for living in. People like me: the genetic characteristics of Britons remain around 80% the same as the first Britons to occupy the country after the last Ice Age. People who worked against insane disadvantages, the worst of which was the lack of history — the inability to pass down knowledge except through lossy oral tradition, the inability to build on a repository of ideas. They marked the land as best they could to show that they were winning, slowly, generation by generation. This is the beginning of history.
Unbidden, my daughter twisted together a circle from corn and flowers, and left it as an offering on the fallen Knight that lays flat between the others.
September 14th, 2008 | brainjuice
Mad catching up to do:
* Irene Kaoru’s guestblogging at Coilhouse.
* Eliza’s exhibiting in Seattle today: Lighthouse Roasters, 400 North 43rd Street, Seattle, WA 98103 4pm – 7pm.
* Fraction’s signing… well, probably right now.. at The Laughing Ogre in Lansdowne, VA until 4pm.
* Brian Ashcraft and Jean Snow’s book ARCADE MANIA, what I wrote a back cover thing for, is now on sale.
September 13th, 2008 | microlog
September 12th, 2008 | brainjuice
Wayland’s Smithy is a bit of a trek.
Unless you know the local roads — which I don’t — and are prepared to park on the hard shoulder in SUV territory — which I wasn’t — you have to pull up at a National Trust car park and then rough it. Walk up the steps from the car park, which puts the amazing White Horse of Uffington in view, and then turn right, across the fields and down the hill, and turn right again on to the Ridgeway.
The signposting is shit. It’s quite possible to believe you’ve missed it. Judging a mile and a half on the wending Ridgeway isn’t the easiest thing in the world. But it’s worth it.
Wayland’s Smithy is a Neolithic longbarrow and chambered-tomb burial site. The barrow is believed to have come first, around 3700BC, with the stone chambers added four hundred years later. The name of the place is obviously long gone; it was named Wayland’s Smithy by the Saxons, who arrived some four thousand years later.
The chambered are cramped, but a determined person can clamber in there. That said, you can see why one of the chambers was found to contain remains that had first been disarticulated. There’s graffiti, but much less than you’d expect, mostly scratched into the rock.
That’s rainwater in the hollow of that stone. You could scoop out a drink in the palm of your hand. Couldn’t decide if it was dumb luck or a "domesticated" stone.
Time stops here, for a while.
September 12th, 2008 | microlog
September 12th, 2008 | people I know
Found this in email from Molly this morning: apparently a male Dr Sketchy’s model got the shit beaten out of him in the street by some random scumfucks.
Last weekend in Portland, Maine a Sketchy’s model fell victim to a violent hate crime. Found unconscious on a sidewalk by a passing stranger, the 31 year old recalls little of the incident after sustaining a blow to the head. He was walking home after midnight on Friday, when two men approached him, spitting homophobic slurs and eventually resorting to violence, all because the young man “looked gay”. The victim… suffered a concussion and bleeding to the brain…
Like most people in America trying to do something in the "fringe" arts, the poor bastard has no health insurance. Updates on his condition are here.