What does time teach us? Placing remembrances of time over the detritus of other times doesn’t bring much it seems, except more confusion. Who knows? Beware those with answers.
A photograph of a photocopy of a photograph of a glum holiday snap superimposed on a photocopy of a family war record. What do we do with old artefacts and information?
A photograph of a photocopy of a photograph of a private party of bulb workers relaxing. Superimposed on a photocopy of a family war record. What do we do with old artefacts and information?
A photograph of a photocopy of a photograph of a pensive Photocopier waiting for a train. Superimposed on a photocopy of a family war record. What do we do with old artefacts and information?
We must take our luck where we can. Hence a dreamlike visitation of Wrocław’s Krasnoludek in East Lancashire. Victorian streets that cling on in the gloaming, spaces where schools and factories were, pubs that made way for motorways. We need a better narrative. Myths are needed to make us feel noticed, or carefree, again.
A photo (using iPhone 11) of a photocopy of a pencil, crayon and ink drawing of mythological happenings in Clayton-Le-Moors, East Lancashire. A Wrocław Krasnoludek, mounted on a ceremonial C17th lion, hails the future.
A photo (using iPhone 11) of a photocopy of a pencil, crayon and ink drawing of mythological happenings in Clayton-Le-Moors, East Lancashire. An early dinosaur eats a Beatles hanger on amidst the rubble of St James’ Infants school.
A photo (using iPhone 11) of a photocopy of a pencil, photocopy collage, crayon and ink drawing of mythological happenings in Clayton-Le-Moors, East Lancashire. The spirit of long lost pub The Load of Mischief unchained and Central American in aspect.
A photo (using iPhone 11) of a photocopy of a pencil, crayon and ink drawing of mythological happenings in Clayton-Le-Moors, East Lancashire. Note the Edward VII postbox. And blue feathered shaman. The head is that of Sir Philip Sydney.
In the Spring of 2000, the Photocopier left England to live in a caravan in the Netherlands. He took a lot of pictures before leaving and on arriving.
Back then, photographs were taken on a camera. Some turned out well, some didn’t. Some are of a Lancashire long gone, some of a Holland just discovered but now disappeared for ever.
What remains in these photocopies of photographs is the stasis, the time that never existed, the time that floated around not asking to be captured. That’s the time that stays with us when we see it again.
An A4 photocopy of a photograph taken just before the Photocopier moved to the Netherlands. Treated with filters and adjustments on his ASUS laptop. Where do we go when everything is closed to us?
An A4 photocopy of two photographs, taken just before and long before the Photocopier moved to the Netherlands. No filters or adjustments. Memories of sitting down and staring into space. Another form of stasis.
An A4 photocopy of a photograph taken just before the Photocopier moved to the Netherlands. Treated with filters and adjustments on his ASUS laptop. Where do we go when everything is closed to us?
In the Spring of 2000, the Photocopier left England to live in a caravan in the Netherlands. He took a lot of pictures before leaving and on arriving.
Back then, photographs were taken on a camera. Some turned out well, some didn’t. Some are of a Lancashire long gone, some of a Holland just discovered but now disappeared for ever.
What remains in these photocopies of photographs is the stasis, the time that never existed, the time that floated around not asking to be captured. That’s the time that stays with us when we see it again.
An A4 photocopy of photograph staken just after the Photocopier moved to the Netherlands. Treated with filters and adjustments on his ASUS laptop. FEBO, Pearle Opticians and terraces. Staples all. And all still here. But just not these ones.
An A4 photocopy of photographs taken just before and after the Photocopier moved to the Netherlands. Treated with filters and adjustments on his ASUS laptop. Abandoned promotional lorries in Dutch fields. Plastic coated netting surrounding a sump pit near Accrington Stanley, all now long gone.
An A4 photocopy of photographs taken just after the Photocopier moved to the Netherlands. Treated with filters and adjustments on his ASUS laptop. Fields and fish. Two notable aspects of the South Western Netherlands.
Let’s introduce one new thing by talking about another. Let’s not. Let’s do nothing, but stare at memories of the East Lancashire Moors. For what else is there to do? We can wander round places we have never ever been to, that’s what. Let’s enter the Memory Vortex.
A photograph (iphone7) of a photocopy of a PDF file of a scan of a freehand Indian ink drawing on paper. Here is a shepherd and a delivery truck. These are the Modern Times on the East Lancashire moors. This is what is going on there.
A photograph (iphone7) of a photocopy of a PDF file of a scan of a freehand Indian ink drawing on paper. Here is a model with an outsized vegetable and the ubiquitous abandoned bath. These are the Modern Times on the East Lancashire moors. This is what is going on there.
A photograph (iphone7) of a photocopy of a PDF file of a scan of a freehand Indian ink drawing on paper. Here is a Hen Harrier with an abandoned dwelling, a gnome and more modern rubbish. These are the Modern Times on the East Lancashire moors. This is what is going on there.
Let’s introduce one new thing by talking about another. Let’s not. Let’s do nothing, but stare at memories of the East Lancashire Moors. For what else is there to do? We can wander round places we have never ever been to, that’s what. Let’s enter the Memory Vortex.
A photograph (iphone7) of a photocopy of a PDF file of a scan of a freehand Indian ink drawing on paper. These are the Modern Times on the East Lancashire moors. This is what is going on there.
A photograph (iphone7) of a photocopy of a PDF file of a scan of a freehand Indian ink drawing on paper. Here is an owl and the detritus of modern life. And there is a blasted tree. These are the Modern Times on the East Lancashire moors. This is what is going on there.
There is good and there is evil. In between, somewhere, is the duck.
These words, spoken by Accrington artist and visionary Tim Whittaker, come back to haunt us in these ribald, brittle, stretched months of 2020 and 2021, where ghosts of the threshing floor rise to meet us.
These photocopies hark back to another, happier time and maybe presage a third.
We just need to locate the duck.
You have to act. Burn them, commune with their indolent, witless, stolid spirit. Or photocopy them endlessly to erase their presence.
Maybe you can draw on humanity’s creative commons to give you another answer. It’s what the internet is for.
I’m staying in my lane. To be precise, Hollins Lane. But that stops in Baxenden. Where then?
An iphone 7 photograph of a photocopy of an iphone 4 photograph, depicting Accrington ring road, which expertly filleted a town that sat (thanks to the conjoining of Burnley and Blackburn Roads) on a perfect North-South, East-West axis.
It is time for action. It is time to find Tim Whittaker’s duck. To find the auguries for the duck, download and photocopy, and then set alight in obeisance to the deity of your choosing.
It is the only way to commune with a future England, whilst processing 70 years of a couch potato worldview, held together by Airfix glue.
When using a chafing dish (or similar vessel) please heed the words of Scorpio Murtlock. Appease the shades of your dwelling and burn laurel and alder before watching the copy of Accrington Pals Health Centre go up in smoke.
(Students of the photocopy will notice the role of the small circular cut out piece of paper, a refugee from some binding action. See it as a comet coming.
An iphone 7 photograph of a photocopy of an iphone 4 photograph, depicting where Saint James’ Infants School once stood in Clayton le Moors. What fun we had in 1975.
It is time for action. It is time to find Tim Whittaker’s duck. To find the auguries for the duck, download and photocopy, and then set alight in obeisance to the deity of your choosing.
It is the only way to commune with a future England, whilst processing 70 years of a couch potato worldview, held together by Airfix glue.
When using a chafing dish (or similar vessel) please heed the words of Scorpio Murtlock. Appease the shades of your dwelling and burn laurel and alder before watching the copy of Accrington Pals Health Centre go up in smoke.
(Students of the photocopy will notice the role of the small circular cut out piece of paper, a refugee from some binding action. See it as a comet coming.
An iphone 7 photograph of a photocopy of an iphone 4 photograph, depicting Accrington Pals Health Centre (NHS). A fitting tribute to the 11th (Service) Battalion of the East Lancashire Regiment. It’s just up the road from where the New Era Youth Club was.
It is time for action. It is time to find Tim Whittaker’s duck. To find the auguries for the duck, download and photocopy, and then set alight in obeisance to the deity of your choosing.
It is the only way to commune with a future England, whilst processing 70 years of a couch potato worldview, held together by Airfix glue.
When using a chafing dish (or similar vessel) please heed the words of Scorpio Murtlock. Appease the shades of your dwelling and burn laurel and alder before watching the copy of Accrington Pals Health Centre go up in smoke.
(Students of the photocopy will notice the role of the small circular cut out piece of paper, a refugee from some binding action. See it as a comet coming.
There is good and there is evil. In between, somewhere, is the duck.
These words, spoken by Accrington artist and visionary Tim Whittaker, come back to haunt us in these ribald, brittle, stretched months of 2020 and 2021, where ghosts of the threshing floor rise to meet us.
These photocopies hark back to another, happier time and maybe presage a third.
We just need to locate the duck.
You have to act. Burn them, commune with their indolent, witless, stolid spirit. Or photocopy them endlessly to erase their presence.
Maybe you can draw on humanity’s creative commons to give you another answer. It’s what the internet is for.
I’m staying in my lane. To be precise, Hollins Lane. But that stops in Baxenden. Where then?
An iphone 7 photograph of a photocopy of an iphone 4 photograph, depictingThe Grey Horse, Whalley Road. Not to be confused with the Greyhound down the road, where the Photocopier’s direct relatives were laid out after the Moorfield pit disaster sometime in the 1880s.
It is time for action. It is time to find Tim Whittaker’s duck. To find the auguries for the duck, download and photocopy, and then set alight in obeisance to the deity of your choosing.
It is the only way to commune with a future England, whilst processing 70 years of a couch potato worldview, held together by Airfix glue.
When using a chafing dish (or similar vessel) please heed the words of Scorpio Murtlock. Appease the shades of your dwelling and burn laurel and alder before watching the copy of Accrington Pals Health Centre go up in smoke.
(Students of the photocopy will notice the role of the small circular cut out piece of paper, a refugee from some binding action. See it as a comet coming.
An iphone 7 photograph of a photocopy of an iphone 4 photograph, depicting the darts board in the Grey Horse Whalley Road, Accrington. Taken during a Christmas long ago.
It is time for action. It is time to find Tim Whittaker’s duck. To find the auguries for the duck, download and photocopy, and then set alight in obeisance to the deity of your choosing.
It is the only way to commune with a future England, whilst processing 70 years of a couch potato worldview, held together by Airfix glue.
When using a chafing dish (or similar vessel) please heed the words of Scorpio Murtlock. Appease the shades of your dwelling and burn laurel and alder before watching the copy of Accrington Pals Health Centre go up in smoke.
(Students of the photocopy will notice the role of the small circular cut out piece of paper, a refugee from some binding action. See it as a comet coming.
An iphone 7 photograph of a photocopy of an iphone 4 photograph, depicting Accrington Globe Centre, once the Howard and Bullough “works” where most of Accrington’s youth ended up, lathing, turning and mucking about.
It is time for action. It is time to find Tim Whittaker’s duck. To find the auguries for the duck, download and photocopy, and then set alight in obeisance to the deity of your choosing.
It is the only way to commune with a future England, whilst processing 70 years of a couch potato worldview, held together by Airfix glue.
When using a chafing dish (or similar vessel) please heed the words of Scorpio Murtlock. Appease the shades of your dwelling and burn laurel and alder before watching the copy of Accrington Pals Health Centre go up in smoke.
(Students of the photocopy will notice the role of the small circular cut out piece of paper, a refugee from some binding action. See it as a comet coming.
There is good and there is evil. In between, somewhere, is the duck.
These words, spoken by Accrington artist and visionary Tim Whittaker, come back to haunt us in these ribald, brittle, stretched months of 2020 and 2021, where ghosts of the threshing floor rise to meet us.
These photocopies hark back to another, happier time and maybe presage a third.
We just need to locate the duck.
You have to act. Burn them, commune with their indolent, witless, stolid spirit. Or photocopy them endlessly to erase their presence.
Maybe you can draw on humanity’s creative commons to give you another answer. It’s what the internet is for.
I’m staying in my lane. To be precise, Hollins Lane. But that stops in Baxenden. Where then?
An iphone 7 photograph of a photocopy of an iphone 4 photograph, depicting a bypass in Accrington. Like many in the North, local residents can say “I remember when it was all houses around here”.
It is time for action. It is time to find Tim Whittaker’s duck. To find the auguries for the duck, download and photocopy, and then set alight in obeisance to the deity of your choosing.
It is the only way to commune with a future England, whilst processing 70 years of a couch potato worldview, held together by Airfix glue.
When using a chafing dish (or similar vessel) please heed the words of Scorpio Murtlock. Appease the shades of your dwelling and burn laurel and alder before watching the copy of Accrington Pals Health Centre go up in smoke.
(Students of the photocopy will notice the role of the small circular cut out piece of paper, a refugee from some binding action. See it as a comet coming.
An iphone 7 photograph of a photocopy of an iphone 4 photograph, depicting Accrington War Memorial. the Crown Green Bowling club is just round the back.
It is time for action. It is time to find Tim Whittaker’s duck. To find the auguries for the duck, download and photocopy, and then set alight in obeisance to the deity of your choosing.
It is the only way to commune with a future England, whilst processing 70 years of a couch potato worldview, held together by Airfix glue.
When using a chafing dish (or similar vessel) please heed the words of Scorpio Murtlock. Appease the shades of your dwelling and burn laurel and alder before watching the copy of Accrington Pals Health Centre go up in smoke.
(Students of the photocopy will notice the role of the small circular cut out piece of paper, a refugee from some binding action. See it as a comet coming.
An iphone 7 photograph of a photocopy of an iphone 4 photograph, depicting the bunger in The Grey Horse, Accrington. In spaces like these, Britain’s ruin is continually hatched.
It is time for action. It is time to find Tim Whittaker’s duck. To find the auguries for the duck, download and photocopy, and then set alight in obeisance to the deity of your choosing.
It is the only way to commune with a future England, whilst processing 70 years of a couch potato worldview, held together by Airfix glue.
When using a chafing dish (or similar vessel) please heed the words of Scorpio Murtlock. Appease the shades of your dwelling and burn laurel and alder before watching the copy of Accrington Pals Health Centre go up in smoke.
(Students of the photocopy will notice the role of the small circular cut out piece of paper, a refugee from some binding action. See it as a comet coming.