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I sent you my photo that you'd had an idea who writes to you and how I look.
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since I myself can not provide for themselves in this life.
I am writing this letter because now I'm in your town. I came to your town to
work and stay here for very long.
I want to meet with you to meetings because I was really bored here in the
evenings and I do not know what to do.

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Open the box!!

 

Tucked away in the corner of a room in the corner of an art gallery in a corner of a country town in a corner of England is this box

 

 

. . . with a packing label . . . let's have a closer look . . .

 

 

That's right: Cowboy by Jann Howarth.  I saw this a few months ago at the Barbican in London.  On loan from a gallery in a corner of an English country town.  The Barbican exhibition is over, they've sent it back.  And there is is, still in the box where the postman left it. 

Created for the cover of Sgt Pepper (but not used) it is a grand piece. If the gallery doesn't want it I reckon it would look great leaning against  the Reception Desk at work.

Trance

Peace will come and with it sleep 
 

 

We keep secrets from lots of people, including our self - and that we call forgetting

The memory is not destroyed, it is locked in a cage, and with enough force, enough violence, the lock can be broken 

 

 I was really good, but not good enough. And not good enough really isn't very good

I can see better when I close my eyes
 

People talk about how hard it is to remember.  It is much harder to forget

 

To be yourself you have to constantly remember yourself

 

What we are is the sum of everything we've ever said, done, felt

Sleep will come and with it peace

 

Do you want to remember, or do you want to forget?

 

The choice is yours. Do you want to remember or do you want to forget?

 

 

Remember

 

some quotes from Trance (2013) screenplay by Joe Ahearne and John Hodge

Easy Rider

 

The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That's where I want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town

All he wanted
Was to be free
And that's the way
It turned out to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town

 

 Flow river flow
Past the shaded tree
Go river, go
Go to the sea
Flow to the sea

 

 

 The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That's where I want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town

England, my England

 

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green:

 

And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England's pleasant pastures seen!

 

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?

 

And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

 

 

Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:

 

Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

 

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:

 

Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England's green & pleasant Land

it's not rocket surgery

 

 it's not rocket surgery

 

 

 it's not brain science

 

 

 you're no beauty star

 

 

you're no movie queen

In the sack

 

Somebody saw this picture and asked me what the names meant.  At first I was going to say they mean nothing, they're just words that sounded good.  Then I realised that there was some kind of thought behind the name of each boat.

 

 

The simplest name to explain is Sirrius of Lady's Bridge.  Lady's Bridge is an album by Richard Hawley.  Sirrius is a track on it.  Well, Serious is a track on it, but whoever heard of a boat called Serious? Whereas, Sirrius . . .  While I was painting the picture I was playing Lady's Bridge all the time.  It has a great feel, great production, full of verve and colour.  This was a painting of that sound, whether it works or not is another matter, but Lady's Bridge was the backdrop and needed to be referenced in the finished work.  No matter how obliquely.

 

The boats are stylised Galway Hookers, an Irish fishing boat, although the colour scheme of Eoife was based on a MFV that was on the Hamble River for years.  The name is that of a young Irish girl who I met a long time ago.  There were three sisters and a Da' and they came from Tralee.  They were almost cartoon colleens, full of spirit and life. The Da' was a lovely feller by the name of John who could charm the birds out of the trees with a smile. They filled their days in Southampton by going to the Boat Show, getting free entry as International Visitors, though they had no interest in boats and no money to buy. Although they did buy a boat hook which doubled as a water pump that one of the girls would carry around all of the time.  

 

Shallidh is a Manx word.  I think the pronunciation of the suffix is the same as the gaelic word ceilidh (pronounced Kayley) so it might be pronounced Shall-lee or even shay-ley.    Its meaning is "the twinkling of an eye".  I'm not sure if this means the way an eye sparkles when you fall in love or a very short space of time (it all happened in the twinkling of an eye).  Either way it's a beaut. If it didn't sound like Shirley it would make a great girl's name.  I found it in a Manx Dictionary (Cregeen, 1835) and kept hold of it, hoping to find a home for it some day. 

Another word I found in the Manx Dictionary was sack.  Which means a sack. Cregeen states that this word is the same in all languages and is believed to be antediluvian.  When, as a teenager, I read this I knew the word antediluvian, knew it meant "an ancient and murky period" but Cregeen seemed to be using it to refer to a specific time period so I looked it up.  Antediluvian: before the deluge.  Before the flood.  Before Noah's flood.  I found this a bit staggering.

Later that week I was watching a Swedish art house film, in Swedish, with subtitles.  There was a reference to a bag or sack and the Swedish word was obviously a word that sounded like sack.  Then, not longer after, I was watching a Mexican film (look, I was a thoughtful, introverted teenager exploring the world through the medium of late night obscure subtitled movies).  Guess what, someone used the word sack, might have been talking about a horse's panniers or saddle bags. 

At the next opportunity I went to the library and found that it was kind of true - the word sack was the same in all many languages.  Here's a few examples from Google Translate: Swedish säck; Zulu esakeni; Afrikaans sak; Welsh sak; Dutch zak; Irish sac; Filipino saco; French sac; German sack; Spanish saco; Esperanto sako.  I think I've made my point. 

So could this word, the same in all languages, date back to a time when the human race occupied one small corner of the world and then, as people moved across the continent, it moved too? It isn't impossible.  It made me think about the origins of language.  The first words, I'm sure, would have been gradations of grunts, growls and barks.  Monosyllabic at first, followed eventually by compound words.  The first words would have been for the first things.  The simplest words would be the first words.

A bag, a sack, a carrier is a basic item that would be needed early on. You don't want to have your hands full now, do you.  You want somewhere to keep your arrowheads, your nuts and berries, your house keys.  So if you have a sack, bag or carrier a name is not far behind.  

The 'ck end to words is a very common ending for very basic words - bleuch, cook, duck, euch!  Do I need to go on?  I think its pretty obvious that sack was one of the first words ever used.  Of course it could be argued that all of the examples given above are of languages that have their roots in Latin and Greek so it isn't surprising that they all sound the same and that many other language families don't have this word. 

But that wouldn't be as much fun.  Words be nimble, words be quick, words resemble candlesticks.