1. Film night next week - Regent St studios, on the canal, just off Broadway market. Fine films with 'us' providing sonic celluloid spack filler throughout. Click on image and watch it grow...
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  4. As it now stands one could spend a large portion of their lives trawling through the rich labyrinth that is ubu An ongoing archive of experimental practice in the 20th century (some before, some after). This is without a doubt THE resource for this kinda jive on line but most of you know this already huh? Anyways - chuffed I was when checking in this week I see they have added a selection of Frans Zwartjes films. I talked a bit about these last year. I love the works of Zwartjes, the dislocated atmospheres, the unease and uncertainty within, the foreboding music, unusual camera angles and framing all make for a celluloid experience unto itself. In fact I would go as far to say that Anamnesis (1969) and Living (1971) rank amongst my most valued viewing experiences. I cannot recommend the 2dvd set on Moskwood Media enough, but for a low-res taster go here.
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  5. A pictorial depiction of the images found on the placards glued, hung or dangling along the path to Pierre Sogol's garret on pages 27 and 28 of René Daumal's 'Mount Analogue' (city lights edition - 1959).


    "The place consisted of several attic rooms with the partitions knocked out to make a long low studio, lit and ventilated by a huge window at one end. Under the window were piled up the usual apparatus of a physio-chemical laboratory. Through the studio wound a pebble path, devious as the track of an ornery mule and bordered with shrubs and bushes in pots or in crates, cactus plants, small conifers, dwarf palms, and rhododendrons. Along the path, glued to the window panes or hung on the bushes or dangling from the ceiling, so that all free space was put to maximum use, hundreds of little placards were displayed. Each one carried a drawing, a photograph or an inscription, and the whole constituted a veritable encyclopedia of what we call 'human knowledge'".

    "A diagram of a plant cell..."


    "Mendeleiff's periodic table of the elements..."


    "the keys to chinese writing..."


    "a cross section of the human heart..."


    "Lorentz's transformation formulae..."


    "each planet and it's characteristics..."


    "fossil remains of the horse species in series.."


    "Mayan heiroglyphics..."


    "economic and demographic statistics..."


    "musical phrases..."


    "samples of the principle plant and animals families..."


    "crystal specimens.."


    the ground plan of the great pyramid..."

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    "brain diagrams..."


    "phonetic charts of the sounds employed in all languages, maps, genealogies..."


    "everything in short which would fill the brain of a twentieth century Pico della Mirandola"

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  6. The Tube - Midday on a Saturday


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  7. As exhausted and stupid my end of year rant was I neglected to mention a book that amongst all others took pride on the top shelf in my noggin. It is kinda funny, how I came to pick up this sucker. Myself and James, noddling around Prague, ended up in one of the book stores, scouring for any Twisted Spoon Press titles when the assistant, observing our enthusiasm for this arena, suggested we get this. He did not say much, just thrust this book under our faces and said 'get this'. So James did. I read 2 pages back in our room and picked it up immediately on return to London town. I am happy I did.

    Ouředník's 'Europeana' takes a Vonnegut-esque approach to the 20th Century (with the majority of the focus on Europe, America and Russia) as if it was a brief summary to aid aliens with regards to understanding the 20th Century and exactly went on 'down there'. Equal parts pathos, wit and seriousness - Ouředník layers fact upon fact (and corpse upon corpse) with such flair and simplicity that i could not help but be totally jealous he did this, it seemed such an obvious idea. The facts are insane! His approach is so detached that the results are often hilarious. Mammoth travesties as a result of 'progress' are shocking and yet there is no judgment passed. Merely detailing these in such a manner some have found the book too much. But for me - i loved every freaking page. I crammed this one down like a good wine. I even left it at a club one night after being thrown out (!) My pal Pia (who was also thrown out) saw how much it meant to me and blagged her way back in the club just to get this for me.

    Really it's a wonderful book. I could start to give examples of the contents within but it would really spoil the ride. if yr at all tweaked by this rant just order immediately. Nice to see Czech literature is not suffering under the weight of history, this is a golden egg in recent literature and i cannot recommend this enough to all of you humans with hands and eyes.
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