Psychogeographic Review’s Recommendations – March 2014

 

This past month Psychogeographic Review has been reading:

Iain SinclairIain Sinclair – ‘American Smoke: Journeys to the End of the Light’ (2013)

Just because Iain Sinclair is always thought of as a London writer, and admittedly a lot of his works have been about places he can reach on foot from his front door in Hackney, it would be a mistake to regard him as in any way parochial.  Indeed, I see a verve and muscularity in Sinclair’s writing that has more in common with the best American writers than it does with any of his compatriots.  In this very satisfying volume, Iain Sinclair visits the United States and explores the work of the writers who inspired him in the 1960s, in particular the Beats.

James JoyceJames Joyce – ‘Ulysses’ (1922)

Dublin, June 16th 1904.  An extraordinary day; a day immortalised the 265,000 words of Ulysses.   But this is not just a long book, it is many books.  Within its pages Joyce adopts many different voices and styles, creating a veritable history of English (and Irish) literature in one volume.  After Ulysses, nothing was ever the same again.

 

 

 

Evelyn E AtkinsEvelyn E Atkins – ‘Our Cornish Island’ (1995)

I remember visiting St George’s Island, off Looe in Cornwall, in the 1990s and meeting Evelyn Atkins; she made a point of greeting everyone who visited her island.   Evelyn and her sister, Babs, had bought the island in 1965 and lived there for the rest of their lives.  In this omnibus edition Evelyn tells the story of the island, its history and its wildlife.  But more than anything else it is the story of two sisters, charting their relationship and their shared determination to step outside the conventional expectations of the type of life they should lead.

 

 

Meanwhile, we were listening to:

 

St VincentSt. Vincent – ‘St. Vincent’ (2014)

St.Vincent is Annie Clark’s fourth studio album and is a welcome return to form.  Is it just me, or was her 2012 collaboration with David Byrne something of a diversion for them both?  Annie Clark’s songs on this album are very personal but, equally, the themes she explores are universal – love, loss, hope, the environment – and her skills as a multi-instrumentalist are impressively evident.

 

NetherworldNetherworld – ‘Alchemy of Ice’ (2013)

Ice is not inert: it moves and it speaks.  And beneath the glacial ice the landscape lives on.  Italian electronic musician Alessandro Tedeschi takes as his starting point a series of field recordings, many of them made deep underground, and weaves them into mesmerising soundscapes using analogue synth technology

 

 

John McGrathJohn McGrath – ‘Lanterns’ (EP, self-released 2013)

John McGrath was born in Dublin and is a college lecturer based in Liverpool.  This four track EP is a good introduction to his work as a solo acoustic guitarist.  With elements of folk, blues and psychedelia, his music provides an engaging sonic ride.

 

 

 

And watching:

ElementLars von Trier – ‘The Element of Crime’ (1984)

This is the first film in von Trier’s Europa trilogy, and its haunting, dream-like quality remains with one for a long time afterwards.  The three films are not linked by any narrative theme but share a common subject matter and a universally bleak feel.  Ostensibly a detective story, The Element of Crime picks up the theme of the social malaise of postwar Europe that continues in the other two films.

 

 

EpidemicLars von Trier – ‘Epidemic’(1987)

Epidemic blends fact and fiction, or one version of the two.  Lars von Trier and his collaborator, Niels Vørsel, play themselves in a film about trying to get a film made.  The film is about a mysterious doctor trying to find a cure for an epidemic.  Is the film ever shot?  We are never sure, but we see scenes from it intercut with scenes of von Trier and Vørsel travelling around Europe struggling to write and pitch their script.

 

 

EuropaLars von Trier – ‘Europa’ (1991)

The final part of von Trier’s trilogy is more overtly influenced by film noir conventions than its predecessors and also uses back-projection, image layering and other experimental elements to add to its dark atmosphere.  Jean-Marc Barr plays a naive young American in postwar Germany who inadvertently becomes mixed up in a neo-Nazi plot.

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One Year – Week 23

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

21 February 2014February 21st 2014

Light rain shower

Ukraine ‘peace deal’ after clashes

He was eighteen at the time.  Friends they had in common told him the two of them were made for each other.  He never did get round to meeting her

22 February 2014February 22nd 2014

Sunny

Ukraine president office ‘unguarded’

Angela was three years older than him.  She worked in a library and liked to visit historic sites

 

23 February 2014February 23rd 2014

Light rain

Tymoshenko urges protesters to stay

She sounded great; it was the idea of being ‘fixed-up’ that appalled him so

 

24 February 2014February 24th 2014

Light rain

Russia recalls Ukraine ambassador

That song has a haunting quality that always takes me back to that day so many years ago

 

25 February 2014February 25th 2014

Sunny

Ukraine to appoint unity government

Sunday afternoon, work finished, sitting in the car with the other two, driving across the marshes

 

26 February 2014February 26th 2014

Sunny

Ukraine not East-West fight, says US

I need to write a business plan.  No one will ever really read it, not even me.  I just need to have one

 

27 February 2014February 27th 2014

Sunny

Standard Life could quit Scotland

The trouble with Dogme 95 is that they announced the rules to the public.  Gnostic film-making, now that’s the future

 

Artist Statement

… “natural history” has no actual existence other than through the process of human history, the only part which recaptures this historical totality, like the modern telescope whose sight captures, in time, the retreat of nebulae at the periphery of the universe.

Guy Debord – Society of the Spectacle

The purpose of this project is to explore continuity and change.  Over the course of a year, I will build up a daily visual record of the same view.  Despite my best efforts, though, I will not be able to replicate the ‘same’ view each day: it is subject to changes in the environment, such as the weather or the time the sun rises.  But it is also affected by changes caused by me, the observer.  For instance, my feelings that morning may change the way I hold the camera or, inadvertently, the image may show my breath on the glass from getting too close to the window.

Looking out at the view on this, the first morning of One Year, I see a scene comprising sky, trees and rooftops.  I don’t see much evidence of human activity just yet, but that may come later in the year when the leaf cover begins to thin out.  Being on a flight path, we also see the odd vapour trail or aeroplane light in the sky too.

Some of the changes that will become evident will be pretty obvious, such as the seasons.  Other changes will be more subtle.  My daily notes will give some insight into what is going on inside my head that morning, from my journal entry, and there will also be a record of what is happening in the world in general, from the news headline.

But the ‘view’ I am recording in One Year is not neutral, it is selected and framed by me.  Similarly, my journal extracts are selected from a much larger body of work; it is the ‘insight’ into my thinking that I choose to present.  Even the ‘news headline’ cannot be regarded as neutral, for it is subject to BBC editorial bias.

But there is a third party in the One Year process, one that is outside of my control. That person is you, the reader of this blog, the interested observer of the project.  I want people to bring their own interpretations, views and insights to this project.  All comments received will be reproduced in my weekly project reports.

 

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One Year – Week 22

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

14 February 2014February 14th 2014

Light cloud

Stormy weather returns to sodden UK

He starts his walk in Manchester

 

 

15 February 2014February 15th 2014

Light cloud

Two people die during fierce storms

He looks.  He tells us how he looks, but not what he sees

 

16 February 2014February 16th 2014

Sunny

Cameron warns of further flooding

As he walks, he composes a letter to his daughter

 

17 February 2014February 17th 2014

Light rain

Floods to continue as more rain hits

Where do all these thoughts come from?  Have they been voiced before?

 

18 February 2014February 18th 2014

Light cloud

Ministers hold flood insurance talks

Walking as an act of exorcism

 

 

19 February 2014February 19th 2014

Sunny

Renewed assault on Ukraine protests

They call it psychogeography.  I realise now I have no idea what that term means

 

20 February 2014February 20th 2014

Light cloud

Kiev truce frays ahead of EU talks

What is the significance of Liverpool?  Why make that his destination?

 

Artist Statement

… “natural history” has no actual existence other than through the process of human history, the only part which recaptures this historical totality, like the modern telescope whose sight captures, in time, the retreat of nebulae at the periphery of the universe.

Guy Debord – Society of the Spectacle

The purpose of this project is to explore continuity and change.  Over the course of a year, I will build up a daily visual record of the same view.  Despite my best efforts, though, I will not be able to replicate the ‘same’ view each day: it is subject to changes in the environment, such as the weather or the time the sun rises.  But it is also affected by changes caused by me, the observer.  For instance, my feelings that morning may change the way I hold the camera or, inadvertently, the image may show my breath on the glass from getting too close to the window.

Looking out at the view on this, the first morning of One Year, I see a scene comprising sky, trees and rooftops.  I don’t see much evidence of human activity just yet, but that may come later in the year when the leaf cover begins to thin out.  Being on a flight path, we also see the odd vapour trail or aeroplane light in the sky too.

Some of the changes that will become evident will be pretty obvious, such as the seasons.  Other changes will be more subtle.  My daily notes will give some insight into what is going on inside my head that morning, from my journal entry, and there will also be a record of what is happening in the world in general, from the news headline.

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One Year – Week 21

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

7 February 2014February 7th 2014

Sunny intervals

Stay with UK, Cameron tells Scotland

She looked at the back of Janek’s head, the way his blonde hair curled over his collar like the tip of a hawk’s wing, and shuddered

 

8 February 2014February 8th 2014

Light rain

Southern UK set for gales and more rain

Flowers she could not name, the like of which she had never seen anywhere else, seemed to bloom throughout the year

 

9 February 2014February 9th 2014

Light rain shower

We made mistake on floods – Pickles

A crow was patrolling along the guttering, taking two hops and then stopping to look down at the people below

 

10 February 2014February 10th 2014

Light cloud

Flood-swollen Thames at record levels

When Marijeka awoke it was already light.  She heard footsteps walking past her room and saw shadows chopping at the light coming under her door

11 February 2014February 11th 2014

Heavy rain

Further severe weather expected

Striving to heal old wounds, slights upon the character of the landscape

 

12 February 2014February 12th 2014

Heavy rain shower

More flood fears as storms forecast

The pace of the film is perhaps slower than modern audiences have come to expect but, in Dreyer’s hands, this only serves to emphasise the quiet, ordered nature of this rural community

13 February 2014February 13th 2014

Sunny intervals

Power cuts continue after storms

A bright morning star in the south-eastern sky

 

Artist Statement

… “natural history” has no actual existence other than through the process of human history, the only part which recaptures this historical totality, like the modern telescope whose sight captures, in time, the retreat of nebulae at the periphery of the universe.

Guy Debord – Society of the Spectacle

The purpose of this project is to explore continuity and change.  Over the course of a year, I will build up a daily visual record of the same view.  Despite my best efforts, though, I will not be able to replicate the ‘same’ view each day: it is subject to changes in the environment, such as the weather or the time the sun rises.  But it is also affected by changes caused by me, the observer.  For instance, my feelings that morning may change the way I hold the camera or, inadvertently, the image may show my breath on the glass from getting too close to the window.

Looking out at the view on this, the first morning of One Year, I see a scene comprising sky, trees and rooftops.  I don’t see much evidence of human activity just yet, but that may come later in the year when the leaf cover begins to thin out.  Being on a flight path, we also see the odd vapour trail or aeroplane light in the sky too.

Some of the changes that will become evident will be pretty obvious, such as the seasons.  Other changes will be more subtle.  My daily notes will give some insight into what is going on inside my head that morning, from my journal entry, and there will also be a record of what is happening in the world in general, from the news headline.

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Dorothy Richardson’s ‘The Tunnel’: Feminism and Flânerie in Bloomsbury

 

Dorothy Richardson

Dorothy Richardson

The idea of the flâneur was born in Paris and was first referred to by Baudelaire.  However, London writers have long used the device of the casual wanderer of the capital’s streets, the loiterer, the observer, as a means of exploring London and the inhabitants of her streets.  Dickens, Gissing, Morrison all wrote about life on London’s streets through characters who wandered them on foot.  Dorothy Miller Richardson, however, was the first writer to create a female central character, Miriam Henderson, who freely walked and explored London’s streets.  In doing so, Richardson created the first, and arguably still the best-realised, flâneuse in London literature.

Dorothy Richardson is generally not regarded as a major figure in the canon of English literature.  However, for the early part of her career she was seen as a leading female modernist and an equal of Virginia Woolf.  But, despite her early success, Richardson’s reputation has sadly not proved to be as enduring as that of Woolf.

DR 2Richardson was born in 1873 and brought up in Putney.  She enjoyed an apparently conventional middle-class upbringing until her father was declared bankrupt when she was seventeen and she had to leave home to take up work as a governess.  While Richardson was still very young her mother began to suffer with increasingly severe bouts of depression which eventually led to her death by suicide in 1895.  Richardson moved to Bloomsbury the following year and, while working in a dental surgery by day, she began to write in her spare time and soon started to have short stories, reviews and poems published in a number of periodicals.

Richardson’s major achievement is the sequence of novels known as Pilgrimage.  The series is, in every sense of the word, Dorothy Richardson’s life’s work.  Through its thirteen volumes she charts the life of a young woman called Miriam Henderson; a protagonist whose life story very much mirrors the course of Richardson’s own.  The Tunnel is one of the key works of the series and, in many ways, the most engaging and certainly the most accessible to the modern reader.

Dorothy Richardson spent most of her adult life in London and this is reflected in the setting of the majority of the volumes of Pilgrimage.  The title Pilgrimage is a metaphor for a quest and, in setting most of the series in London, Richardson presents the city as a labyrinth waiting to be wandered and explored.  Pilgrimage is Miriam’s journey; an intellectual, psychological and spiritual journey in which her outer quest is matched by an inner one.

Pilgrimage Vol 2The Tunnel is the fourth volume in the series and covers the period of Miriam’s arrival in London at the age of 21.  Reflecting Richardson’s own life, she takes a room in a house in Bloomsbury and starts work as a receptionist at a dental surgery.  In the first three volumes Miriam worked as a live-in governess, but The Tunnel marks her first step towards complete independence.  In taking a room of her own, Miriam finally confirms her break from the conformity of the life that was expected of her; that is to live in her father’s home until she married, as would be the case with her sisters.  This step out into the world marks her downward mobility from being a gentleman’s daughter to becoming a working woman.

But Miriam’s world is not limited to her room in a Bloomsbury lodging house.  She attends lectures and plays and becomes interested in literature and politics.  Throughout the course of The Tunnel Miriam reads avidly, seemingly looking behind the words of the novels she reads to find submerged meanings.  But gradually Miriam begins to focus on the words themselves, almost as if she is switching from looking at the reflection in a mirror to looking at the mirror itself and at its frame. She struggles with the canonical texts of science and literature, rejecting the standard masculine approach but finding it difficult to develop an understanding of a feminist alternative.  Pilgrimage represents Miriam’s (and by implication Dorothy Richardson’s) journey to a greater understanding of herself and of female consciousness in general.

The Tunnel opens with Miriam taking a room of her own in Bloomsbury.  The room is cramped and dreary, but to Miriam it represents the freedom she longs for:

She closed the door and stood just inside it looking at the room.  It was smaller than her memory of it.  When she had stood in the middle of the floor with Mrs Bailey, she had looked at nothing but Mrs Bailey, waiting for the moment to ask about the rent.  Coming upstairs she had felt the room was hers and barely glanced at it when Mrs Bailey opened the door.  From the moment of waiting on the stone steps outside the front door, everything had opened to the movement of her impulse.  She was surprised now at her familiarity with the details of the room . . . that idea of visiting places in dreams.  It was something more than that . . . all the real part of your life has a real dream in it; some of the real dream part of you coming true.

The focus of The Tunnel constantly moves from Miriam in her room to Miriam in the world outside.  Whilst having a room of her own to retreat to gives her the space for personal growth and spiritual reflection, the world outside, and the freedom to roam through it, gives Miriam the opportunity to develop a new social identity.  The Tunnel represents a journey for Miriam; digging down through the influences of the past to reach a different, perhaps truer, version of herself that she hopes to achieve at some point in the future.  She travels through this ‘tunnel’ with hope of there being light at the end of it; even when the light is not yet discernible.  Miriam urges herself forward with the faith of the true pilgrim and with the conviction she will emerge into a place where all is brighter and clearer.

In a key section of The Tunnel, Miriam resumes contact with her old school friend, Alma.  Through her she meets Alma’s husband, a writer known as Hypo G Wilson.  Wilson is clearly based on HG Wells, with whom, we now know, Richardson had a short-lived affair.  In fact, it is suggested that Richardson became pregnant by Wells, though she had a miscarriage before full term.

In essence, Richardson’s London represents the maternal, and The Tunnel marks the development of a feminist critique of the patriarchal world Miriam lives in.  It is her break from the lingering influence of her father.  When she is away from London she longs to return to the city’s embrace:

No one in the world would oust this mighty lover, always receiving her back without words, engulfing and laving her untouched, liberating and expanding to the whole range of her being. . . She would travel further than the longest journey, swifter than the most rapid flight, down and down into an oblivion deeper than sleep. . . tingling to the spread of London all about her, herself one with it, feeling her life flow outwards, north, south, east and west, to all its margins.

Up until this point the notion of a psychological journey, a pilgrimage, had been seen by writers in entirely male terms.  The development of psychological theories and the increased freedom for women to wander through the modern city fed into the fiction of Richardson, and indeed that of Virginia Woolf.

Miriam’s new work is hard, the hours long and the pay is just a pound a week but, again, it represents freedom for her, and the chance to establish an independent life free of the influences of her background.  The journeys to and from work, sometimes by omnibus and at other times on foot, quickly become the highlight of Miriam’s day.  She drinks in the ever-changing sights and sounds of the city and absorbs them into her being:

Strolling home towards midnight along the narrow pavement of Endsleigh Gardens, Miriam felt as fresh and untroubled as if it were early morning.  When she got out of her Hammersmith omnibus into the Tottenham Court Road, she had found that the street had lost its first terrifying impression and had become part of her home.

Piccadilly Circus, c1900

Piccadilly Circus, c1900

On one of  Miriam’s many walks through the West End she encounters several old men wandering about, slowly and alone, like superannuated flâneurs, ‘still circulating, like the well preserved coins of a past reign.’  She reaches Piccadilly Circus and stops to enjoy its ‘central freedom’, but moves on when she spots Tommy Babington, a former acquaintance.  Babington is strolling along with an expressionless face and the dandified clothes of a flâneur.  They exchange a momentary glance of recognition:

She rushed on, passing him with a swift salute, saw him raise his hat with mechanical promptitude as she stepped from the kerb and forward, pausing an instant for a passing hansom.

Miriam does not wish to engage with Tommy.  She does not want his attention, or his protection; she wishes to enjoy walking alone on the same terms as him, or any other male flâneur.  And perhaps it is not coincidental that Richardson has them meet at Piccadilly Circus.  Piccadilly is not a crossroads but a roundabout, a place where one encounters and re-encounters other people, as well as aspects of one’s own self; and at the very centre of this place is Eros.  Miriam continues her walk; expressing a preference to walk the ‘winding lane’ of Bond Street rather than endure the ‘two monstrous streams’ of traffic on Oxford Street, the former perhaps being more conducive to quiet reflection.

Later that same evening, Miriam encounters a grotesque and dishevelled old woman shambling along in the gutter in Cambridge Square.  They steal a glance at each other and Miriam experiences an odd, chilling moment of recognition ‘it was herself, set in her path and waiting through all the years.’  This is one of several instances where Miriam stares into a face she seems to recognise and which suggests an inner searching for alternative possibilities on her journey of self-discovery; a glimpse of the self she was, the one she will become, and the other possibilities that may never come about.

Dorothy Richardson with Alan Odle

Dorothy Richardson with Alan Odle

Miriam’s struggle to establish an independent life for herself frequently requires her to cross boundaries of gender and class.  Richardson’s descriptions of Miriam’s walks through London in The Tunnel constantly involve her in crossing roads, bridges and railway lines, as if to mirror her crossing of boundaries in her inner pilgrimage.  Yet she finds the solitude of the street strangely soothing and less challenging than the other encounters in her life: ‘She went out into its shelter’.

Richardson’s Miriam Henderson wanders through London’s streets both physically and imaginatively.  Her propensity to walk the streets alone marks her out as an outsider.  She finds herself attracted to the company of other outsider characters.  Two Russian Jews whom she meets in Bloomsbury, Mr Mendizabel and Michael Shatov, play an important part in her development.  She finds herself attracted to their otherness and finds she shares with them an enjoyment of wandering the city’s streets, particularly at night.

But not all parts of fin de siècle London are places women could safely or comfortably visit.  For women such as Miriam, greater freedom in some ways brought with it greater isolation as she found the spaces of the city open to her to be selective, limited, and fragmented from one another.  Female earnings were still very low and working women not supported by their family, even educated ones, could only afford the most basic of accommodation.  Both the street and her own room were important to the female writer in early twentieth-century London; the one for exploration and the other for reflection.  Miriam found both of these in Bloomsbury with its myriad rooms to let and boarding houses.

As if to reflect the ever-changing nature of the modern city, The Tunnel is written in a style that is very different from anything written before.  Richardson’s contemporary, May Sinclair, described it as a ‘stream of consciousness’ novel, a term which Richardson never fully accepted.  She was dissatisfied with the form of both the romantic and the realist novel.  She wanted to write a novel based on her own life experiences, but to transmute it into something different by seeing it through the eyes of her protagonist, Miriam.

Miriam’s voice was to replace Richardson’s.  But clearly, there was still a narrator behind that voice.  Richardson’s great achievement was to develop a new way of expressing her responses to the world that she saw about her.  She was a modernist and a feminist.  The Pilgrimage series has been described as the first full-scale impressionist work.

By the time The Tunnel was published in 1919, the early interest in Richardson’s writing had begun to wane.  Though she ploughed on with nine further volumes of Pilgrimage, these sold few copies and she had to earn her living as a writer through journalism and reviews.  Indeed, Richardson enjoyed a moderately successful second career as a film reviewer.  She married the artist, Alan Odle, in 1917 and continued to write up until her death in 1957.

Female modernist writers like Dorothy Richardson, were until recently, largely ignored by the predominantly male establishment of literary criticism.  It was not until the 1970s, and the growth of feminist criticism, that writers such as Richardson were given their due credit.

Pilgrimage as a whole is the story of Miriam Henderson’s inner journey, her psychological, political and spiritual development.  The Tunnel is a key work in this series in that it charts Miriam’s new, independent life in London.  And it is London that is at the core of Richardson’s work.

 

Dorothy Richardson’s Bloomsbury

7 Endsleigh Street

7 Endsleigh Street

Dorothy Richardson lived for several years in a small attic flat at the top of 7 Endsleigh Street.  At this time many of the large Georgian houses in Bloomsbury were divided up for multiple occupation and provided cheap rented rooms for ‘respectable’ working men and women.

 

Nowadays the whole block, as with many others in the vicinity, belongs to the London School of Economics and is used for student accommodation.  As is evident from the picture, the stuccoed ground floor has been restored so that it is no longer the crumbling façade we read of in The Tunnel.

University College, London

University College, London

It is difficult to define the exact boundaries of Bloomsbury, but is generally regarded as the area between Euston and Holborn.  It is a neighbourhood of large Georgian houses and a number of elegant squares.  Many of the larger houses are now used by the University of London and its offshoots and by several medical associations.

 

 

 

Bloomsbury, for much of the twentieth century, was an area favoured by writers and artists.  Richardson frequently attended literary soirées at the home of Virginia Woolf in nearby Gordon Square and later, together with other members of the Bloomsbury Group, at other Woolf homes in Fitzroy Square and Brunswick Square.  Most of the buildings in Gordon Square now belong to the University of London and the university are currently planning to refurbish the central gardens of the square.

1 Wimpole Street

1 Wimpole Street

Within walking distance of Bloomsbury, at least for a struggling writer with no money to spend on public transport, was Wimpole Street where Richardson worked as a dental receptionist for many years.  The dental practice no longer exists, but the street still has associations with medicine and the British Dental Association is housed at number sixty four.  The Royal Society of Medicine, an educational charity, is located at number one.

In one of the key scenes of The Tunnel, lasting some fifty pages, Richardson’s protagonist, Miriam, takes an evening walk from Wimpole Street to Bond Street, across Piccadilly Circus, up Shaftesbury Avenue and on to her home in Bloomsbury.  Although much has changed in the last hundred years, the modern reader can still sense some of the atmosphere of Miriam’s journey by retracing her walk after dark.

This piece, by Bobby Seal, was first published on Andrew Whitehead’s excellent London Fictions website in June 2012:  www.londonfictions.com

 

References and Further Reading

Dorothy Richardson, Pilgrimage:

Pointed Roofs, 1915
Backwater, 1916
Honeycomb, 1917
The Tunnel, 1919
Interim, 1920
Deadlock, 1921
Revolving Lights, 1923
The Trap, 1925
Oberland, 1927
Dawn’s Left Hand, 1931
Clear Horizon, 1935
Dimple Hill, 1938
March Moonlight, 1967

Horace Gregory, Dorothy Richardson: An Adventure in Self-Discovery (New York, Chicago and San Francisco, Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1967)

Gillian E Hanscombe, The Art of Life: Dorothy Richardson and the Development of Feminist Consciousness (London and Boston, Peter Owen, 1982)

Deborah Parsons, Streetwalking the Metropolis: Women, the City and Modernity (Oxford and New York, Oxford University Press, 2000)

Jean Radford (Key Women Writers Series), Dorothy Richardson (Hemel Hempstead, Harvester Wheatsheaf, 1991)

John Rosenberg, Dorothy Richardson: The Genius They Forgot (London, Duckworth, 1973)

Websites
Professor Scott McCracken of Keele University curates a Dorothy Richardson website which is highly recommended: http://www.dorothyrichardson.org/

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On Becoming a Fish

 

“Change,” he always said, “happens at the edge,

the frontline, tideline, the thick line

that sparks a fight and then, perhaps,

a kiss. This is where we know who we are”

he said, “by seeing who we are not”.

(Edge)

This is an edgy body of work; the idea of edges crops up again and again. Emily Hinshelwood’s second collection of poems was written around a series of walks she took on the 186-mile Pembrokeshire coastal path: a path which follows a line along the edge between sea and land. A coastal path in a county on the westernmost edge of Wales, itself a nation on the south-western edge of the British mainland; the continental edge, the end of the line, an edge facing out onto over 3,000 miles of ocean.

Book cover

Emily Hinshelwood

 

 

 

 

 

 

The edge theme continues as we read on: the edge of a culture, the edge of irreversible environmental change, between fact and fiction, him and her, the edge of time and the edgelands of memory:

And in a box, the stuff of reality –

the patchwork of history

sewn into a picnic

of well-worn stories

all those myths we keep moving

hand to hand,

thought to thought

before the spell breaks.

(Final walk)

Coast

Hinshelwood’s poems follow the course of the coastal path. We meet snakes and sea-birds, caves and graves and encounter a ‘pinky-naked’ skinny dipper. She muses on ship wrecks and wind farms and tells us about the last invasion of the British mainland, seen off by 400 local women in ‘stove-pipe hats and scarlet cloaks’.

This collection of poems, despite its frequent references to wildlife and the ever-present landscape, is neither a work of natural history nor a walking guide. Above all else it is a portrait of a land and the impact human beings have made upon it over many centuries. And Hinshelwood’s fears for the future of this land and the sea which surrounds it, again at the hands of people, are all-pervading in this work.

Coast 3But be warned, read this collection and you will experience an irresistible urge to walk the Pembrokeshire coastal path. If you do, buy a map before you set out, because, seemingly it is impossible to do so in Pembrokeshire:

What d’you say? … map of Pembrokeshire?

not a lot of call for that around here

not in Pembrokeshire

most people know where to go …

(Searching for a map of Pembrokeshire in Pembrokeshire)

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But in the end it is the sea. The sea defines Pembrokeshire, and it is from the sea that we all came and it is to the sea we will one day return. The sea, dark and brooding, lies beneath every line in this collection:

When you stop coming up for air,

When your lungs implode to a stillness

all that talking ceases

(On Becoming a Fish)

 

 

Emily Hinshelwood, On Becoming a Fish (Bridgend, Seren Books, 2012)

Quotes from Emily Hinshelwood’s poems, images of book cover and poet – Seren Books

All other words and images – Bobby Seal

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One Year – Week 20

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

31 January 2014January 31st 2014

Thick cloud

Knox ‘frightened’ by murder ruling

Who will light a fire and say the kaddish for them?  Who will say it for us?

 

1 February 2014February 1st 2014

Sunny intervals

Labour plans to cut unions’ power

… a murmur of voices and echoing footsteps from the corridor outside

 

2 February 2014February 2nd 2014

Sunny

Ofsted row deepens as Laws ‘furious’

And when I dream, I dream I can fly

 

 

3 February 2014February 3rd 2014

Light cloud

Gove warned not to rely on ‘yes men’

I beat my wings upon the unyielding glass

 

 

4 February 2014February 4th 2014

Sunny intervals

World facing cancer ‘tidal wave’

The smell of incense and candles; burning books and rotting flesh

 

5 February 2014February 5th 2014

Thick cloud

Storms leave thousands without power

An arrow, a pointer, a finger post showing the way

 

6 February 2014February 6th 2014

Sunny intervals

US warns of Sochi ‘toothpaste’ bomb

We live on in the memory for a time but, then, even the memory dies

 

 

Artist Statement

… “natural history” has no actual existence other than through the process of human history, the only part which recaptures this historical totality, like the modern telescope whose sight captures, in time, the retreat of nebulae at the periphery of the universe.

Guy Debord – Society of the Spectacle

The purpose of this project is to explore continuity and change.  Over the course of a year, I will build up a daily visual record of the same view.  Despite my best efforts, though, I will not be able to replicate the ‘same’ view each day: it is subject to changes in the environment, such as the weather or the time the sun rises.  But it is also affected by changes caused by me, the observer.  For instance, my feelings that morning may change the way I hold the camera or, inadvertently, the image may show my breath on the glass from getting too close to the window.

Looking out at the view on this, the first morning of One Year, I see a scene comprising sky, trees and rooftops.  I don’t see much evidence of human activity just yet, but that may come later in the year when the leaf cover begins to thin out.  Being on a flight path, we also see the odd vapour trail or aeroplane light in the sky too.

Some of the changes that will become evident will be pretty obvious, such as the seasons.  Other changes will be more subtle.  My daily notes will give some insight into what is going on inside my head that morning, from my journal entry, and there will also be a record of what is happening in the world in general, from the news headline.

But the ‘view’ I am recording in One Year is not neutral, it is selected and framed by me.  Similarly, my journal extracts are selected from a much larger body of work; it is the ‘insight’ into my thinking that I choose to present.  Even the ‘news headline’ cannot be regarded as neutral, for it is subject to BBC editorial bias.

But there is a third party in the One Year process, one that is outside of my control. That person is you, the reader of this blog, the interested observer of the project.  I want people to bring their own interpretations, views and insights to this project.  All comments received will be reproduced in my weekly project reports.

 

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Psychogeographic Review’s Recommendations – February 2014

 

This past month Psychogeographic Review has been reading:

Ian Nairn‘Ian Nairn: Words in Place’ – Gillian Darley and David McKie (2013)

Through his column in Architectural Review, several ground-breaking books and a number of BBC documentaries, Ian Nairn taught a generation how to look at the built environment.  Always a controversial figure, Nairn’s views are perhaps just as relevant now as they were in the 1950s and 1960s.   Compiled by Gillian Darley and David McKie , this collection is a good introduction to Nairn’s work

 

View From the Train

‘The View From the Train: Cities & Other Landscapes’ – Patrick Keiller (2013)

Patrick Keiller’s latest book brings together a number of off-cuts and oddities from his admirable  body of work and can be read as a companion piece to his series of Robinson films.  In some ways his explorations of and musings on the built landscape can be compared with those of Nairn.  But while Keiller may lack the sense of urgency and anger that drove Nairn, he more than makes up for that with his wit, lyricism and political astuteness.

Public Figures‘Public Figures’ – Jena Osman (2012)

Jena Osman is one of the US’s finest contemporary poets and reviewers.  This recent essay-poem with photographs takes as its starting point a number of public statues in Philadelphia.  She tracks the gaze of each statue and, forensically, creates a searing indictment of the misuse of military and civil power.

 

 

Meanwhile, we were listening to:

Grouper‘The Man Who Died in His Boat’ – Grouper (2013)

Grouper is the name used by American musician and artist, Liz Harris, for her solo projects.  This, her eighth album, was in fact recorded at the same time as 2008’s Dragging a Dead Deer up a Hill and bears much of the same hallmark sound: ethereal voices drifting in and out of acoustic phrases and analogue drones.  The result is dreamlike, intoxicating and strangely claustrophobic.

Burial‘Rival Dealer’ – Burial (2013)

A new EP from British electronica artist, Burial.  Unlike his previous releases, the three tracks of this one are thematically linked by a single concept, that of bullying.

 

 

 

 

Television‘Marquee Moon’ – Television (1977)

One of the key albums of 1977.  Whilst often labelled as the American East Coast scene’s response to the UK punk explosion, Tom Verlaine’s masterwork is in fact a potent reminder of the ‘new’ genre’s New York heritage.

 

 

 

And watching:

Inside Llewyn Davis‘Inside Llewyn Davis’ – Joel & Ethan Coen (2013)

The Coen brothers manage to create a totally believable early 1960s Greenwich Village for this, their latest comic-drama release.  The story centres on one week in the life of Llewyn Davis, an emerging talent on the vibrant folk music scene.  This fictional character is partly based on the story of a real singer-songwriter, Dave Van Ronk.  In passing, we also become aware of another artist ploughing the same furrow.  He calls himself Bob Dylan, but we don’t learn too much about what happens to him.

 

Gloria‘Gloria’ – Sebastián Lelio (2012)

Subtle and beautifully written, Sebastián Lelio’s film is set in present-day Chile and stars Paulina García as a middle-aged woman finding her feet and moving on after divorce.

 

 

 

 

Carnival of Souls‘Carnival of Souls’ – Herk Harvey (1962)

I owe a debt to Alex Cox and his magnificent Moviedrome series from the 1980s for introducing me to this 1960s cult classic.  Produced on a shoestring budget, this genuinely scary film stars Candace Hilligoss as a bewildered and painfully vulnerable woman who seems to survive a car crash, but then finds herself in a nightmarish zone between one world and the next.

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One Year – Week 19

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

24 January 2014January 24th 2014

Heavy rain

Pay rising in real terms – coalition

River water the colour of Brown Windsor soup

 

25 January 2014January 25th 2014

Light cloud

Syria foes meeting face to face

So how come Rabbie Burns never wrote a poem about neeps?

 

26 January 2014January 26th 2014

Heavy rain

Ukraine opposition rejects offers

He turned his head to face the window, and remembered…

 

27 January 2014January 27th 2014

Light rain shower

Ukraine state of emergency warning

A suggestion of the character’s inner life expressed by silence and punctuated by subtle facial expression

 

28 January 2014January 28th 2014

Heavy rain

Ukraine MPs vote on protest laws

Shortly before he passed away, his father told him for the first time about the older sister who had died when he was just an infant

 

29 January 2014January 29th 2014

Light rain

Clegg: UK to resettle Syria refugees

I need a map.  Don’t worry if it’s not the right one, I’ll adjust it until it fits

 

30 January 2014January 30th 2014

Thick cloud

Terror suspects may lose citizenship

She sees the rocks, their surface an embroidery of erosion

 

 

Artist Statement

… “natural history” has no actual existence other than through the process of human history, the only part which recaptures this historical totality, like the modern telescope whose sight captures, in time, the retreat of nebulae at the periphery of the universe.

Guy Debord – Society of the Spectacle

The purpose of this project is to explore continuity and change.  Over the course of a year, I will build up a daily visual record of the same view.  Despite my best efforts, though, I will not be able to replicate the ‘same’ view each day: it is subject to changes in the environment, such as the weather or the time the sun rises.  But it is also affected by changes caused by me, the observer.  For instance, my feelings that morning may change the way I hold the camera or, inadvertently, the image may show my breath on the glass from getting too close to the window.

Looking out at the view on this, the first morning of One Year, I see a scene comprising sky, trees and rooftops.  I don’t see much evidence of human activity just yet, but that may come later in the year when the leaf cover begins to thin out.  Being on a flight path, we also see the odd vapour trail or aeroplane light in the sky too.

Some of the changes that will become evident will be pretty obvious, such as the seasons.  Other changes will be more subtle.  My daily notes will give some insight into what is going on inside my head that morning, from my journal entry, and there will also be a record of what is happening in the world in general, from the news headline.

But the ‘view’ I am recording in One Year is not neutral, it is selected and framed by me.  Similarly, my journal extracts are selected from a much larger body of work; it is the ‘insight’ into my thinking that I choose to present.  Even the ‘news headline’ cannot be regarded as neutral, for it is subject to BBC editorial bias.

But there is a third party in the One Year process, one that is outside of my control. That person is you, the reader of this blog, the interested observer of the project.  I want people to bring their own interpretations, views and insights to this project.  All comments received will be reproduced in my weekly project reports.

 

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One Year – Week 18

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

17 January 2014January 17th 2014

Light rain shower

Miliband urges bank branch sell-off

He opened his eyes to see the dome of stars above him, each one large and clear, a night sky of terrible beauty

 

18 January 2014January 18th 2014

Light rain

Mikaeel mother held as body found

She flows slowly, with swollen power

 

 

19 January 2014January 19th 2014

Sunny intervals

Mikaeel mother charged over death

…sweeping up branches and animal carcasses as she goes

 

20 January 2014January 20th 2014

Sunny

Lord Rennard set for return amid row

Inexorable momentum

 

 

21 January 2014January 21st 2014

Mist

Syria accused of systematic torture

Sometimes, there are no words…

 

 

22 January 2014January 22nd 2014

Fog

Syria peace conference set to begin

She is an army on the march, gathering numbers to her host

 

23 January 2014January 23rd 2014

Heavy rain shower

NHS waiting time data ‘unreliable’

For months he had been living in this way; endless circling, perpetual beginning, followed by frustration

 

Artist Statement

… “natural history” has no actual existence other than through the process of human history, the only part which recaptures this historical totality, like the modern telescope whose sight captures, in time, the retreat of nebulae at the periphery of the universe.

Guy Debord – Society of the Spectacle

The purpose of this project is to explore continuity and change.  Over the course of a year, I will build up a daily visual record of the same view.  Despite my best efforts, though, I will not be able to replicate the ‘same’ view each day: it is subject to changes in the environment, such as the weather or the time the sun rises.  But it is also affected by changes caused by me, the observer.  For instance, my feelings that morning may change the way I hold the camera or, inadvertently, the image may show my breath on the glass from getting too close to the window.

Looking out at the view on this, the first morning of One Year, I see a scene comprising sky, trees and rooftops.  I don’t see much evidence of human activity just yet, but that may come later in the year when the leaf cover begins to thin out.  Being on a flight path, we also see the odd vapour trail or aeroplane light in the sky too.

Some of the changes that will become evident will be pretty obvious, such as the seasons.  Other changes will be more subtle.  My daily notes will give some insight into what is going on inside my head that morning, from my journal entry, and there will also be a record of what is happening in the world in general, from the news headline.

But the ‘view’ I am recording in One Year is not neutral, it is selected and framed by me.  Similarly, my journal extracts are selected from a much larger body of work; it is the ‘insight’ into my thinking that I choose to present.  Even the ‘news headline’ cannot be regarded as neutral, for it is subject to BBC editorial bias.

But there is a third party in the One Year process, one that is outside of my control. That person is you, the reader of this blog, the interested observer of the project.  I want people to bring their own interpretations, views and insights to this project.  All comments received will be reproduced in my weekly project reports.

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