29.9.08
28.9.08
the art of creating smiles that don't require electricity or scaffolding
Introducing Daffodil. From Newport to Falmouth: a new, and very yellow chapter for both of us commences.
19.9.08
notes whilst reading
Museum. Original meaning: 'temple of the Muses'
Private collection: omnium gatherum
Collections as a means to end, and yet endless
Collections without objects
Spoken collections. Written collections. Imagined collections
18.9.08
scaredy-cats & fear-rabbits
'Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things.'
Robert Browning, Bishop Blougram's Apology, 1855.
17.9.08
16.9.08
drastic editing
'A multitude of words doth rather obscure than illustrate, they being a Burden to the Memory, and the first apt to be forgotten before we come through to the last. So that he who uses many words for the explaining of any subject doth, like the Cuttle-Fish, hide himself, for the most part, in his own ink.'
John Ray, The Wisdom of God Manifested in the Works of the Creation, 7th edn, 1717, p.339
This seems to be good advice to heed as I sit here and try to write an article for Ultrabold magazine, the St Bride Type Library bi-annual publication.
15.9.08
magestic
It's not often that Falmouth feels like the place where it's all happening. But the Tall Ships departing our harbour brought the masses. And even sunshine.
As all the ships paraded and lined themselves up to begin the race, it felt like they were doing it just for all of us, up in our attic drinking champagne and day-old birthday cake. A fitting 60th birthday view for my father.
Appropriately, whilst looking through all my photographs this morning, I also stumbled across this tune that I copied whilst in London a few days before:
The Pirate's Gospel ~ Alela Diane
6.9.08
i pledge allegiance to the outdoors
As if I needed any more holidays…
Nonetheless, I want to make a tour of Scotland and its many moot hills. And then I want to make a project about them.
3.9.08
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