Showing posts with label Found text. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Found text. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 6 July 2010
If a "God" created we humans he sure made a
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Put your sign higher, plsz.
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Notes from the far side of town
On going through some old books today, I found this:
This collection (published for the 'Help A Child to See' charity) contains limericks by British celebrities of the day including Spike Milligan, Michael Palin, Judi Dench and the Arsenal Football Club as well as some limericks by children.
On flipping through the book this morning, it was Tom Baker's contribution that jumped out at me. Here:
In the introduction, Baker asserts 'Never mind what the title means!' but I think this is to throw the reader off the scent of a deeper meaning in his limerick and perhaps this book in general.
Consider: the limerick is about growing up, and Baker reflects this in his introduction suggesting that we're always being told to 'Grow up' but we shouldn't take this (or growing up itself) too seriously. Personally I think Baker's limerick is written about the human race and our linear perspective of time.
The 'Boy' who forgets to grow down is us - caught in an irreversible progression of life, growth and time. It's no mistake that he inverts 'growing up' into 'forgetting to grow down' as this suggests that somewhere within us we have the ability - an ability we've forgotten as a species - to grow down, or experience time in the reverse or in an alternate direction. Also, think about 'Grew up on the far side of town' - the aforementioned 'boy' is from another place, a place that isn't here. Baker is seeing us from the perspective of an alien. 'By the time he was seven/He was six-foot-eleven' - the 'Boy' is trapped, unable to escape a process that will (if followed to its logical conclusion) leave him ungainly and enormous and it's all happening fast. I believe this reflects the species' innate programming to perpetuate itself as a collective - regardless of the consequences - while each individual member remains essentially alone. It could also be talking about the oft quoted feeling people have of 'time flying'. The final line 'A figure of highest renown' references our desire to be successful, to be recognised as beneficial for the species - again regardless of the consequences - while gently mocking this idea of the quest for recognition through the double-meaning of the word 'highest'.
On the cover of the compilation, Baker is wearing a top hat and having a tea-party, obviously referencing the Hatter and tea-party in Alice in Wonderland. In Alice in Wonderland the Hatter - an enigmatic riddler - tells a story of trying to sing for the Queen of Hearts when:
The Hatter also carries a pocket-watch which he doesn't really seem to comprehend. Additionally, he tells Alice that his watch tells him 'what year it is' (*COUGH* time-traveller *COUGH*). He doesn't 'get' our perception of time which suggests he's experiencing his own different and unique sense of time.
Baker is depicted telling stories from a blank-covered book to a some human children, his finger pointing up (maybe..?) He's trying to teach them something but alas, like Alice's inability at the tea-party to decode the Hatter, his knowledge will be interpreted as a bunch of nonsense rhymes. Or limericks.
My current feeling about this book is that it actually isn't a book but an ancient forgotten codex disguised as a mid-eighties limerick compilation. It is in fact a talisman designed to protect the owner against time's perpetuity. I would hold it aloft on a stormy night and scream into the swirling vortex: 'TIME, THOU SINGLE-DIRECTIONAL JUGGERNAUT! YOUR REIGN OF TYRANNY IS AT AN END - HAVE AT THEE! HAVE AT THEEEEE!' but I fear I may wake in the morning a swaddling infant, ignorant of all I've learned.
[DISCLAIMER: Tom Baker is my favourite incarnation of Doctor Who]
This collection (published for the 'Help A Child to See' charity) contains limericks by British celebrities of the day including Spike Milligan, Michael Palin, Judi Dench and the Arsenal Football Club as well as some limericks by children.
On flipping through the book this morning, it was Tom Baker's contribution that jumped out at me. Here:
In the introduction, Baker asserts 'Never mind what the title means!' but I think this is to throw the reader off the scent of a deeper meaning in his limerick and perhaps this book in general.
Consider: the limerick is about growing up, and Baker reflects this in his introduction suggesting that we're always being told to 'Grow up' but we shouldn't take this (or growing up itself) too seriously. Personally I think Baker's limerick is written about the human race and our linear perspective of time.
The 'Boy' who forgets to grow down is us - caught in an irreversible progression of life, growth and time. It's no mistake that he inverts 'growing up' into 'forgetting to grow down' as this suggests that somewhere within us we have the ability - an ability we've forgotten as a species - to grow down, or experience time in the reverse or in an alternate direction. Also, think about 'Grew up on the far side of town' - the aforementioned 'boy' is from another place, a place that isn't here. Baker is seeing us from the perspective of an alien. 'By the time he was seven/He was six-foot-eleven' - the 'Boy' is trapped, unable to escape a process that will (if followed to its logical conclusion) leave him ungainly and enormous and it's all happening fast. I believe this reflects the species' innate programming to perpetuate itself as a collective - regardless of the consequences - while each individual member remains essentially alone. It could also be talking about the oft quoted feeling people have of 'time flying'. The final line 'A figure of highest renown' references our desire to be successful, to be recognised as beneficial for the species - again regardless of the consequences - while gently mocking this idea of the quest for recognition through the double-meaning of the word 'highest'.
On the cover of the compilation, Baker is wearing a top hat and having a tea-party, obviously referencing the Hatter and tea-party in Alice in Wonderland. In Alice in Wonderland the Hatter - an enigmatic riddler - tells a story of trying to sing for the Queen of Hearts when:
'Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse,' said the Hatter, 'when the Queen jumped up and bawled out, "He's murdering the time! Off with his head!"'He's murdering the time.
The Hatter also carries a pocket-watch which he doesn't really seem to comprehend. Additionally, he tells Alice that his watch tells him 'what year it is' (*COUGH* time-traveller *COUGH*). He doesn't 'get' our perception of time which suggests he's experiencing his own different and unique sense of time.
Baker is depicted telling stories from a blank-covered book to a some human children, his finger pointing up (maybe..?) He's trying to teach them something but alas, like Alice's inability at the tea-party to decode the Hatter, his knowledge will be interpreted as a bunch of nonsense rhymes. Or limericks.
My current feeling about this book is that it actually isn't a book but an ancient forgotten codex disguised as a mid-eighties limerick compilation. It is in fact a talisman designed to protect the owner against time's perpetuity. I would hold it aloft on a stormy night and scream into the swirling vortex: 'TIME, THOU SINGLE-DIRECTIONAL JUGGERNAUT! YOUR REIGN OF TYRANNY IS AT AN END - HAVE AT THEE! HAVE AT THEEEEE!' but I fear I may wake in the morning a swaddling infant, ignorant of all I've learned.
[DISCLAIMER: Tom Baker is my favourite incarnation of Doctor Who]
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
Those odd movements
Screencaps from the Trailer of Jonathan Demme and Talking Heads' film Stop Making Sense. Engiffened.
Monday, 23 March 2009
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Did you mean?
logging
boodling
boldline
ibogaine
albuginea
bluetongue
obligant
botulin
"BLOGGING". InDesign CS3.
Thursday, 12 March 2009
LAST POST BEFORE I GET SOME FILLINGS
Five fillings. One sitting. An experience occurring in real-time.
I'm re-reading UBIK by Philip K. Dick at the moment. Last night I saw the above text and thought to post it. Decay. Ice. Bulblike swellings. Subjective reality.
TO THE DENTIST!!!
Monday, 2 March 2009
Do not reply to this msg
Text message from the Victoria Police, received this afternoon. I didn't subscribe to this service and seem to have got it randomly. No one else I know got one.
Is the weather tomorrow expected to be that crazy!?
UPDATE: Everybody in Victoria with a mobile got one. Allegedly.
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
Thursday, 15 January 2009
Monday, 8 December 2008
Found 'F'
I was tinkering around under the desk with my computer when I spotted this bit of found typography on the floor - the letter 'F'!
Monday, 1 September 2008
Saturday, 16 August 2008
Dubious 133rd post
I fully endorse the using of emoticons in a sarcastic manner. Found written on a table in a park near Prahran station.
Tuesday, 5 August 2008
Great! Glitchy! Garbage!
Glitch-a-licious printer errors. The pages printed displayed fine, but the printer fudged the data.
Thursday, 31 July 2008
Wednesday, 23 July 2008
Listen to the Yan Yan
The other night I was eating some Yan Yan (snack) [wiki] at a friends house and photographed the text for 'Rhinoceros'. Listen to the Yan Yan. It knows stuff.
Monday, 14 July 2008
Tuesday, 8 July 2008
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