This past month Psychogeographic Review has been reading: ‘Scarp’ – Nick Papadimitriou Nick Papadimitriou’s meditation on walking, landscape and his upbringing in North London under the shadow of the ridge of land he refers to as Scarp … Continue reading
A guest post by Fernando Sdrigotti Clerkenwell: a hectic hub in the centre of London. Today, as always, several times co-exist here. Today, the times of the media industry, the postal workers, the Italian Diaspora, and a (mostly white) working-class. … Continue reading
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The chalet colony, through which I walked with Anna on that bright morning, was larger and more cheerful than the neighbouring villages. Nobody needed an expulsion order to move in. ‘Ghost Milk: Calling Time on the Grand Project’ – … Continue reading
This month we’re pleased to present a guest post by a friend of this blog, Charles Swain. We hope you’ll agree that Charlie’s photographic essay provides some stunning images and impressions of a recent visit to an abandoned industrial town … Continue reading
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kiss’d it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.” A … Continue reading
In the end it all gets back to land. Looking back, I see that a link that runs through my life concerns the right to land and property on it. Shared out equally, there would be a couple of … Continue reading
Low tide. bright sunshine and a bracing wind from the west – a perfect morning to walk over the sands to Hilbre in the Dee estuary. Something about the angle of the light at this time of year seems to … Continue reading
This past month Psychogeographic Review has been reading: ‘Wide Sargasso Sea’ – Jean Rhys ‘London: City of Disappearances’ – Iain Sinclair (Ed.) ‘Pavane’ – Keith Roberts ‘Erewhon’ – Samuel Butler ‘The Owl Service’ – … Continue reading
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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. He had lived with very bad health in his later years and this prevented him … Continue reading
One March afternoon I climbed over the fence which divides my neighbour’s land from mine, and walked on his farm as though it were my own. I looked on it, not in a jealously possessive way, but simply as I … Continue reading
