childhood – hashtag tashlan

bridges • bogs • caverns • kids

sukrat OTI — Sat, 13 Apr 2013 14:57:57 +0000

more rough thoughts on william mayne

(which i will probably return to shortly and rewrite somewhat — i just wanted to set them down and get them out of my head)

it’s a miserable jumble

sukrat OTI — Thu, 03 May 2012 13:45:43 +0000

rough notes on scott, amundsen, class, culture and conflict, 100 and a wee bit years after ski-ing and dogs won the norwegians the pole

the new modernism

sukrat OTI — Wed, 28 Mar 2012 09:59:00 +0000

small girl on bus: I love that building! It’s so cool!
somewhat distracted mum: I think it’s stupid — it’s so ugly! Where are all the windows?
sgob: It has lots of windows! There’s all the little ones up the side, and then the roof is all windows. [triumphantly] It’s a HOUSE OF WINDOWS!”

The she got busted for having really dirty hands, which she blamed on stroking the CAT too much (nice save!), because the cat now sleeps in the DUSTBIN (hmmmm).

lost worlds

sukrat OTI — Tue, 06 Mar 2012 17:58:43 +0000

Tom links to a blog about Kit Williams’s Masquerade: a book that was published (1979) just as I was at my most judgmentally teenage and unimpressable. I didn’t like the art and I didn’t like the idea — and yet as a kid, I’d often spent hours poring over record sleeves or illustrations in books, the kind that seem to be nothing but detail, to piece together the implied totality of the secret. The 1954 Argo Under Milk Wood (feat.Richard Burton), for example (see below the cut); or the climactic humiliation scene from The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe (ditto), drawn by Pauline Baynes as if to encompass the entire lurid netherworld. Looking again at this images I don’t even know how my young eyes took in so much — so fuzzy and confused they seem now, and it’s not just my poor scanning, because what I do make out is nothing I don’t already know in my bones.