Such a long silence.
But I am blogging now more at http://www.sparknow.net and thought I’d start back up here to figure out the distinction between the two.
Two things, then, to start me back up.
Yesterday, a run-in with the garage which has had my car for 2 weeks, an extension because it was not ready before I left for Washington. It was due back yesterday morning. I called Monday, and about 3 times yesterday to be told, today, Wednesday, would be the day. This reminded me, I said, of nothing so much as my father’s joke about the soldier, who, on his way to war, drops his shoes at the cobblers. Four years later, he returns from the front and goes to collect them. ‘They’ll be ready next Tuesday’ says the cobbler. Cobblers.
In any case, eventually a very helpful young man, Chichebe – a Body Shop Adviser (always on the lookout for titles here) – ran it home for me last night, so by way of thanks I ran him to the tube. On the way he said ‘nice car – one of the old Alan Day courtesy cars. Your numberplate was singing to me all day so eventually I looked it up to check. You were lucky. The other courtesy cars were bright yellow (gestures to front door of house as we drive past) and a kind of nasty green.’
I really liked the idea of a memory trigger ‘singing’, so I’ve been enjoying that today.
Another small sighting, most likely more for here than for the more serious blogging we sparkies must do, just came down in my bi-monthly noticeboard cull yesterday (along with the gorgeous Robert Downey Junior, and things about Mark Ravenhill’s latest work – sadly I can think of no way of getting RDJ into a blog, but I’ll do my darnedest).
“Scrunch Time” in the Guardian Review recently put me onto Stephen Gill whose photographs and website are well worth looking at. The series is A Series of Disappointments is a book of pictures of “betting slips…discarded in and around many betting shops (71 at the time of publicaton) in the borough of Hackney in north-east London. Each of these papers began as hope, were shaped by loss or defeat, then cast aside. These new forms perhaps now possess a state of mind, shaped by nervous tension and grief. After these images were made, little autopsies were performed on the papers to reveal the failed bets held within. “
The variety of scrunching, folding, squashing, paper aeroplaning, rolling, twisting that is seen in each slip is poignantly emphasised by the titles (yielded from the autopsies):
12.27 TRAP 2 £50 TO WIN
JUST BEWARD 3.30 FAKENHAM £20
OUTLAW PRINCIESS 3.05 S.HOUSE £5
LOCAL POET 2.20 £10 – REVERSE FORECAST
This is the most perfect storytelling. Wish I’d thought of it.
Ian Sinclair is quoted, in relation to another book, as saying something which I think we might all learn from:
‘Stephen Gill has learnt this: to haunt the places that haunt him. His photo-accumulations demonstrate a tender vision factored out of experience; alert, watchful, not overeager, wary of that mendacious conceit, ‘closure’.