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There cannot be many places where it is possible to pass underneath a major antiquity. Strictly speaking Wat's Dyke is no longer here as the creation of the railway must have radically altered if not obliterated it. The line of where the Dyke used to be follows the railway at this point.
This underpass, that connects the Maesgwyn area to a small retail park close to Wrexham General Station, is a challenging place to be. It is no wonder that the official Wat's Dyke Heritage Trail avoids this place even though it would allow you to follow a more accurate, authentic and less moderated path along the remnants of the Dyke.
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Around this time last year I was putting together materials for my dissertation on Alan Moore and Psychogeography, collating books, interviews and various other research materials to begin work. As I was in the lucky position of my dissertation subject still being alive, unlike Daphne du Maurier who is definitely dead, I decided to e-mail around and see if I could get some primary research. After a brief exchange with what I like to imagine Alan calls his 'Internet Goblin,' I managed to secure myself the following interview.
As I was in Chichester in the time and Alan, as always, in Northampton, this is merely a text interview. But still, it has some interesting bits in there, and I figured with my dissertation handed in it was okay to now post it and let others read it.
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Time and tide wait for no man but at Hackney Wick Station the endless flow of shipping containers juxtaposed against the old mans' yard create a suspension in…
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Avery Hill Publishing are delighted to present Grey Area Issue 2, by artist and writer Tim Bird. Titled 'The Old Straight Track', Grey Area Issue 2 is a tribute to the Great British Motorway System. A narrative created by constantly moving across tarmac. A biography on roads. A spiritual journey through the sacred service stations of the country. A meditation of traffic jams. Following on from Grey Area Issue 1 (although unrelated narratively), Tim's second issue further establishes a unique voice and vision in British comics, as he explores the mysterious connection between electricity pylons and standing stones. Lines painted on roads. Roads drawn on maps....
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Waldoscope: Signal Hill #Drift Day 7 / Jenkin Monument http://t.co/1ZLflqAhn4 #psychogeography #LosAngeles #SignalHill #painting
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Fen Lander Talks about his new book Humanoid landscape, A Baby Giant hidden in the British Landscape since time in memorial Its existence covered up for cent...
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Recently I have been thinking about postcards. These low grade cardboard rectangles, measuring typically 105mm by 148mm, with a picture on one side, and space on the other side for a message, addre...
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Under an East Coast Moon by William Adamson is a remarkable record, an unexpected conceptual work, set in and about Suffolk. There is a certain Sebaldry to proceedings, perhaps. The writings and wanderings of W.G. Sebald and the startling seaboard of eastern England have, after all, inspired numerous works of art, but they can seem too concerned with reverence and ambience. What about the people and the stories? This record, however, throbs with tales, tall ones and folksongs, outside the lore, though it’s hard to tell what’s been handed down and what’s simply made up.
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Manhole covers were once a part of a town’s civic pride, with foundries and local authorities placing their stamp on the cast-iron covers. Covers were a reflection of the progress made through the industrial revolution and the new provision of services that accompanied increasing urbanization. Extruded designs on the surface were to prevent pedestrian slippage, but the subsequent rubbings artists produced forever placed manholes on the boundary between aestheticism and functionalism. In England, the manhole was an evolution from the coalhole, a cast-iron rectangular cavity into which coal could be delivered without having to enter a house. Coal was gradually phased out with the Clean Air Acts of the 1950s, but the semiotic link between coalhole and manhole reinforce this idea that the manhole is an external sign of the hidden systems beneath the city. With the exception of one, all manholes in Westminster Abbey are rectangular or square in shape. Today, manholes trace an ephemeral and disappearing history. The production of manhole covers is increasingly outsourced to major foundries globally, while coal covers are removed during street improvements. The covers in Westminster Abbey have fortunately not suffered the same fate since they lie within the premises.
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Whilst sorting through my late father-in-law’s photographic equipment recently, I found a number of files of studies he had made of the ever-changing skies of Devon and Cornwall...
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The National Monuments Record of Scotland (NMRS) is a wonderful thing, accessed remotely via the CANMORE portal, offering a window onto tens of thousands of mostly old things around Scotland. I use the word ‘thing’ here because it is difficult to summarise the content of the NMRS without recourse to such a vague term. At a slightly more specific level, the kinds of things you can expect to find while browsing in the NMRS includes archaeological sites, historic buildings, material culture, shipwrecks, cropmark sites, events (such as watching briefs or surveys), natural features, public art and sculptures, and perhaps surprisingly, some very modern phenomena such as tower blocks and – much to my amazement – roundabouts. I stumbled upon the NMRS category ‘roundabout’ when exploring the urban prehistory of East Kilbride (note to self: there is not much urban prehistory in EK, but there are many, many roundabouts). I could not resist exploring a little further...
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Psychogeography on Beaufort. Here is the beginning of a tiny, tiny map project for tiny, tiny corners of time, in which a piece of Beaufort Street is drawn over and over again. It's sketchy. It's arbitrary.
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We woke early one Saturday morning in order to join a guided wade along the rocky bed of Deptford Creek. All in the name of ecology, botany, history, and zoology. It was absolutely fascinating. The...
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A new book of 75 personal maps of Manhattan is just the latest in a new wave of cartographic creations by artists – both famous and amateur – seeking to put the romance back into this centuries-old art form (Glad I'm not the only one falling in...
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Memory Band main-man, Stephen Cracknell, plans to mark the release of his band’s latest album On The Chalk (Our Navigation Of The Line Of The Downs) by undertaking“three days walking from “Farnham to Stonehenge in search of the route of the “lost” section of the Harrow Way, going via the site of the ancient Weyhill Fair”.
Stephen continues: “For inspiration I’ve been reading a couple of amazing books written by the writer George Bourne at the turn of the last century about a character called Bettesworth. He was an agricultural labourer who lived in one of the villages on squatted heathland around Farnham. It’s fascinating the stories of how much labourers travelled all over the country back then, mostly on foot.
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It began just before dusk with the sound of cracking concrete behind Walthamstow marsh... The horses in the Lee Riding Centre whinnied in panic. A kestrel wheeled away from its hunt and shot across the skyline to the Essex filter beds. Two men behind the reservoir hurried out from under cover, hurriedly pulling up their pants. As the cracking got louder, leathery tubes began to snake from concrete plinths at the feet of pylons, slithering through the scrub and plugging into sockets concealed in boggy sinkholes, wherein lay the ancient soundsystems of Marshlanta, a lost analogue tribe. There was a cacophonous clatter as the tubes plugged themselves in. Then music began to play. “GIVE ME MY MIND BACK”, boomed one of the pylons, gyrating wildly, wrenching free from its cables. From Hackney Marsh to Enfield, the others followed suit. Soon the pylons were free to pull on Spandex mini-skirts and tight leather pants. They began to strut up and down the old aqueduct path while herons, gulls, parakeets and crows flocked in spirals around them. As the beats accelerated, some of the pylons bowed down to snort gravel from the freight train lines. Others sucked from the giant gas cylinders overlooking the industrial estate. What a buzz! The disco had well and truly begun. The good vibes vanished quickly when sinister human ravers emerged from the marshes, carrying stockpiles of ketamine, acid and Roflcopter. The ravers may have been tiny spindles of flesh, but the giant pylons were in over their heads. Famously, pylons are unsuited to human drugs. Soon they were are in a sorry state, swimming in the reservoirs (instantly electrocuting thousands of cormorants), copping off with telegraph poles, dry humping the Lee Valley Ice Centre and enthusiastically making plans to set up electronic bookshop/bars in South America. The gibberish intensified and the drainage ditches around the marsh quickly filled with fluorescent electro puke as, one-by-one the great pylons toppled. Meanwhile in London, the lights went out… Click through to hear a rare recording of the music played that night...
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RT @Fifepsy: MT @littleatoms Iain Sinclair and Jonathan Meades in Conversation. http://t.co/Uqpj5LBS3z via @jgkennaway
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Brighton is like the Emerald City for many because it appears so inclusive and open-minded. Of course, there’s a darker side to this. Those who come seeking sanctuary are often vulnerable to various forms of exploitation. This is similarly true of Hastings along the coast. Seaside towns always have a sense of melancholy because of their terminal aspect and the sense that they’re not built for permanent habitation – they’re for holidays or dirty weekends. When you live in such a place it can feel somewhat unreal. In many ways, Brighton isn’t quite real; there’s little industry here apart from entertainment and leisure, and a few call centres where struggling artists eke out a living on minimum wage with commission if they’re particularly good at doing the unspeakable. Brighton feels less “solid” than London, more like an illusion shared and sustained by 155,919 people.
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Watch the trailer for Underworld musician Karl Hyde's film about the Thames estuary, made in collaboration with director Kieran Evans
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Waldoscope: East L.A. #Drift Day 2 / 3900 Union Pacific http://t.co/5eVLhnpZTZ ##LosAngeles #EastLA #psychogeography #painting
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A collaboration with writer Rachel Lichtenstein, "A Study for the Estuary" was made following our residency at the end of June 2011 on board the Dutch barge Ideaal.…
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I recently read Peter Ackroyd’s London Under. A kind of subterranean coda to the author’s magnificent London the Biography, the book provides a tantalising glimpse into the world beneath the city; ...
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