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May, 2019
The Isle of the Dead: the Jumper

The Isle of the Dead: the Jumper

Mentioned in Ballard’s The Crystal World and strongly hinted at in Nabokov’s Despair, I’ve always loved Arnold Böcklin’s The Isle of the Dead.

Here’s a version…

And now I have the jumper. I am the Isle of the Dead – a veritable picture of goth in mohair-blend by Coach. I’ve not loved an item of clothing as much as this since my Hi-Tec Nationals, circa 1985. Listen to some Rachmaninov and stare at the fine mohair blend – of death…

Hen Ogledd – Mogic

Hen Ogledd – Mogic

Thanks to CS, I got along to Platform to see Hen Ogledd, my new favourite band, who like eye imagery as much as ‘eye’ do (I know!) and who’s new LP Mogic is, like, totally that. I’m trying to use a lyric in my PhD write-up. Let’s see if I can squeeze it in… The tunes are on Spotify and you can watch videos on that YouTube that they have nowadays, so I hear…

Review of Platform gig is here.

More on Hen Ogledd’s Mogic from The Quietus here.

Buy Mogic here.

More on Platform here.

What is ‘the quiet life’ anyway?

What is ‘the quiet life’ anyway?

Well, it certainly involved re-watching Stalker on DVD while reading Geoff Dyer’s Zona. If you thought Stalker was a little swift at times, you know on the speedy side, then I recommend using some of your precious time in this intertextual flip-flop. I managed to stretch things out for an entire Sunday…

The quite quiet life also involves reading, glowering near or pouring a red wine while casting long, suspicious sideways glances at the following…

    

EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE, AN INCOMPLETE HISTORY OF BRITAIN 1984-1992

EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE, AN INCOMPLETE HISTORY OF BRITAIN 1984-1992

The other week I went, in the ever-excellent company of UoC Institute of the Arts students, to see the latest at the Modern from Jeremy Deller. It’s fantastic. Of course I liked it – I’m a teacher 4 days most weeks, but it was also great to remember the pre-phone costume and spirit of the late 80s/early 90s. A wee bit later I was heading to Mad Dog, somewhere near a motorbike showroom on the clyde… Get along to Everybody in the Place…

Eye am, in fact, living – just not posting…

Eye am, in fact, living – just not posting…

…I appear increasingly less interested in blogging it would seem. Though I’m sure it’s just a phase, no doubt connected to a recent desire to shun devices in favour of, well, the quiet life.

In a short blast of posts today, I’ll catch up by broadcasting some items of interest and others of note. Consider this, as I write…