Bits


16
Aug 10

Waffle.

“Have we really, at least, as far as we are represented by our politicians, become a nation which has exchanged the bird’s eye view for that of the slug?”

Bill Henson talking forever at the Melbourne Art Fair, mixing metaphors and writing badly.


21
Jul 10

Time to knock over a bank

I’m not sure there’s anything I wouldn’t do for this.


11
May 10

Lamarck was right


23
Mar 10

Big, hairy tooth fairy

One of my favourites from StoryCorps this year.


10
Jul 09

Continuing the anthropoloical birds’ eye view

Continuing from a post Zoe has… posted… I have further delved into the anthropological rumblings of the text. At Bryony’s behest, I have stapled a couple of walking tours of Wales to this entry that might frame the passage of time and the representation of the countryside from outside Wales’ borders, this text coming onto bookshelves a great deal earlier than Thomas. Comparing it with the Red Guide that has formed our initial fascination with the anthropological narration of Wales, it’s… somewhat unsurprisingly bleak.

An English Reverend: A SECOND WALK THROUGH WALES, Rev*. Richard Warner, OF BATH taken in AUGUST AND SEPTEMBER 1798. Published 1800.

Much of our pleasure has arisen from an accidental addition to our party, the two younger Mr. Th-m-s’s, of P It ch, Glamorganshire, who yesterday morning joined us at Cowbridge. Their society has been of material use, as well as productive of great satisfaction to us, since an intimate acquaintance with this part of Wales enables them to point out a variety of minute objects of curiosity, which, without such an assistance to our enquiries, would probably escape the notice of strangers.

Of Caerphilly

We quitted Newport the 5th, and proceeded through a pleasant country towards Caerphilly, a town on the eastern confines of Glamorganshire. Our walk afforded but little room for remark, the scenery being tame, and the population scanty, compared with the trat we had hitherto past. An agreeable and lively effect, however, in the landscape, arises from a practice, which is become very common among the Welsh peasantry; a great object of their ambition (would to heaven all ambition were equally innocent!) is to render their little dwellings conspicuous, by coating them with whitewash. This gives a great appearance of neatness and cleanliness to the cottages, and at the same time adds to the picturesque of the country; for although a great breadth of white, produced either by a number of houses grouped together and whitewashed, or by a large single mansion covered in the same glaring manner, be disgusting to true taste, yet small detached cottages thus coloured, sprinkled through wooded valleys, or studding the broad sides of verdant mountains, produce a relief and contrast in the scenery that are highly gratifying to the eye…

Of Pont-Neath-Fechan

No sooner was our supper dispatched, Mrs. Jones gave us notice, that at a neighbouring public-house the cottagers had met, and were dancing to the sound of the village harp. The idea of a genuine Welsh Ball pleased us highly; and Mr. Gilpin having previously discovered that our company there would not be considered as intrusive, we immediately adjourned, under his auspices, to the scene of festivity. , With regard to myself, I confess, that happiness is always contagious; nor can I see others merry, without feeling an emotion of joy also; I cannot express, therefore, the pleasure I felt on entering the room. It was not, indeed, very commodious, nor famously illuminated, being about fifteen feet square, and having only one solitary candle of sixteen to the pound. The party, however, which consisted of twenty-five or thirty, made up for every defect; animated by the tones of their favourite national instrument, and enlivened with the idea of the week’s labours being terminated, (for it was Saturday night) they entered con amore into the business of the evening, and exhibited a complete picture of perfect happiness.

Of Anglesey:

Of the agriculture, we have to regret that we cannot give a tolerable account. It is a languid, spiritless, unprofitable system; the consequences of which are too visible in scanty crops and a poverty-stricken peasantry. A dearth of fuel adds to the other inconveniences of the labouring poor, obliging them to rob the commons of their shallow staple, which they pare off without mercy; procuring, by these means, an incombustible kind of turf, badly answering the purposes of burning. Land, which if improved, or tolerably cultivated, would let for twenty shillings per acre, now goes for seven shillings, another proof of wretched husbandry. To this neglect of tillage, however, there are some exceptions, particularly the extensive property of Mr. Panton, which is in a state of rapid improvement. Black cattle are one of the staple produces of Anglesey. They are large, handsome beasts, and being exported in great quantities, make a considerable return to the island.

Of funerals in Anglesey:

Like all other ignorant people, they are extremely superstitious; and of the power of witches, the appearance of ghosts, and the tricks of fairies, they ” hold each strange tale “devoutly true.” Much singularity is observable in their funerals, and some curious circumstances distinguish the North-Wallian courtships from the mode of making love in South-Britain, When a person dies, the friends and relations of the deceased meet in the room where the corpse lies, the evening previous to the funeral. Here the male part of the company are seen smoking, drinking, cracking their jokes, and sometimes indulging themselves with a Welsh air; whilst the women are kneeling round the corpse, weeping bitterly, and bewailing, in terms of ” loud lament,” the loss they have experienced. When the body is committed to the ground, the sexton, after casting the earth upon it, holds but his spade to the attendant mourners, who, in turn, contribute as much money as they can conveniently afford, The sum thus collected is a compliment to the officiating minister, and intended by the donors as a bribe to extricate the soul of the deceased -as quickly as possible out of purgatory.


10
Apr 09

Breathing


22
Mar 09

Constellation again

It’s been about twelve months since Joe and I worked on Constellation – an installation in CarriageWorks, but I feel compelled to re-examine it. The lights were far from right, not immersive and bewildering as they should have been. The benal clothes line in the foyer – abort abort abort. Listening to the sounds Joe put together for the sculpture, strings and keys in manner of Delia Derbyshire, the project could be ressurected in some form or another, maybe.


24
Jan 09

“Even the hard men know, it must be said”

Even the hard men know, it must be said
Marcia Langton, SMH
February 9, 2008

There are people who hate without knowing why they hate. Then there are people such as the former chief ministers of the Northern Territory, Ian Tuxworth and Shane Stone – both of whom have contributed more than their fair share of race hate to the community. The man who signed so many of the orders to remove children, the late Harry Giese, walked the streets of Darwin and attended official functions while they held the post of chief minister. I once stared at Giese from across a room wondering how he could have been so cruel and why he was a kind of demi-god to the Country Liberal Party hard men.