Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Screenings (No. 3)

Paris-Texas, 1984, dir:Wim Wenders

A man wanders out of the desert not knowing who he is. His brother finds him, and helps to pull his memory back of the life he led before he walked out on his wife and son four years before. As his memory returns, he makes contact with various people from his past.

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Some art (No. 7)

Ed Ruscha, 1966, Standard Station

Friday, 14 September 2012

Finally there

End of an era. Celebrating our final day working together at the Medical School.

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

You will never write another sentence

How coincidental that I'm in the middle of reading Capote's In Cold Blood, at the same time this is published as part of a William Burroughs collection of letters:
July 23, 1970

My Dear Mr. Truman Capote

This is not a fan letter in the usual sense — unless you refer to ceiling fans in Panama. Rather call this a letter from "the reader" — vital statistics are not in capital letters — a selection from marginal notes on material submitted as all "writing" is submitted to this department. I have followed your literary development from its inception, conducting on behalf of the department I represent a series of inquiries as exhaustive as your own recent investigations in the sun flower state. I have interviewed all your characters beginning with Miriam — in her case withholding sugar over a period of several days proved sufficient inducement to render her quite communicative — I prefer to have all the facts at my disposal before taking action. Needless to say, I have read the recent exchange of genialities between Mr Kenneth Tynan and yourself. I feel that he was much too lenient. Your recent appearance before a senatorial committee on which occasion you spoke in favor of continuing the present police practice of extracting confessions by denying the accused the right of consulting consul prior to making a statement also came to my attention. In effect you were speaking in approval of standard police procedure: obtaining statements through brutality and duress, whereas an intelligent police force would rely on evidence rather than enforced confessions. You further cheapened yourself by reiterating the banal argument that echoes through letters to the editor whenever the issue of capital punishment is raised: "Why all this sympathy for the murderer and none for his innocent victims?" I have in line of duty read all your published work. The early work was in some respects promising — I refer particularly to the short stories. You were granted an area for psychic development. It seemed for a while as if you would make good use of this grant. You choose instead to sell out a talent that is not yours to sell. You have written a dull unreadable book which could have been written by any staff writer on the New Yorker — (an undercover reactionary periodical dedicated to the interests of vested American wealth). You have placed your services at the disposal of interests who are turning America into a police state by the simple device of deliberately fostering the conditions that give rise to criminality and then demanding increased police powers and the retention of capital punishment to deal with the situation they have created. You have betrayed and sold out the talent that was granted you by this department. That talent is now officially withdrawn. Enjoy your dirty money. You will never have anything else. You will never write another sentence above the level of In Cold Blood. As a writer you are finished. Over and out. Are you tracking me? Know who I am? You know me, Truman. You have known me for a long time. This is my last visit.
Bill Morgan, (2012) Rub out the words: The letters of William S. Burroughs, Penguin. (Borrowed from Letters of Note)

Friday, 15 June 2012

Some art (No. 6)

Andy Warhol, 1962, Pink car crash (death & disaster series)

Tuesday, 1 May 2012


The Mountain of the Cannibal God, 1978

In a way, I love it when 35mm films are digitalised into the wrong aspect ratio. When twenty percent of the image falls out of the frame, it makes you think about what's off screen.

Monday, 16 April 2012

Scratch the surface: Exhibition & auction

Scratch the Surface, Exhibition and Auction (25th April - 1st May) East Gallery, 214 Brick Lane E1 6SA
Private View - Wednesday 25th April (6 - 9pm)
Auction - Sunday 29th April (5 - 7pm)

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Screenings (No. 2)

Shame, 2011, dir: Steve McQueen
I've been looking forward to another Steve McQueen film since 2008's Hunger. Shame tells the story of a sex addict walking a tightrope between presentable respectability and the wild side, this incendiary drama captures the anger and the ecstasy of its anti-hero’s incessant drive for conquest in New York