Museum of Photocopies

PINS – RULE THREE: DOING SOMETHING

Do you remember the Beginning? No? Never mind. We need to find someone, to tell the C.O.s to do something. Remember what or who the C.O.s are? No? Never mind. Let’s imagine we found someone. And now, let us peruse the images below and prepare to DO SOMETHING.

MopC-PINS-20 — A photograph of a printed handbill from the 1940s from a shop in Clayton-le-Moors now in an inlay of a book about MONKS and that. Maybe these images will help you DO SOMETHING.

MopC-PINS-11 — A photograph of a photocopy of a pen and ink drawing anno 1998 and a colour photograph of some greenhouses in the Bollenstreek, anno 2000. Maybe these images will help you DO SOMETHING.

Consulting what rules we have, I can now tell you. Here is what we do. We do something.

(But what to do: AKA “Disappear in front of his brother, in a PUFF of SMOKE.”)

MoPC-PINS-26 — A photograph of a photocopy of a sketch using various pencils and pens showing the Clayton Warden, about to CHINWAG. Mother says he was CHASED BY A LINE OF RATS in the war. Maybe these images will help you DO SOMETHING.

MoPC-PINS-23 — A photograph of a photocopy of a sketch using various pencils and pens showing the Clayton Warden on the Whalley Road beat. Mother says he was CHASED BY A LINE OF RATS in the war. Maybe these images will help you DO SOMETHING.

MoPC-PINS-22 — A photograph of a photocopy of a sketch using various pencils and pens showing a RAT from Clayton. Maybe these images will help you DO SOMETHING.

PINS – RULE TWO: FINDING SOMEONE

Do you remember the Beginning? No? Never mind. The second rule-post says we need to find someone, to tell the C.O.s to do something. Remember what or who the C.O.s are? No? Never mind. We should find someone.

I know this is difficult. There are so many people to choose from.

MopC-PINS-19 — A photograph of a photocopy of a photograph of a cut up of a now dismantled and partly salvaged piece from the front doors of a WAR DROBE – an amalgam of old drawings, photocopies and texts that I thought I would continually add to over time. But DIDN’T. Remember – order needs an architect. Maybe these images will help you FIND SOMEONE.

MopC-PINS-18 — A photograph of a photocopy of a photograph of a cut up of a now dismantled and partly salvaged piece from the front doors of a WAR DROBE – an amalgam of old drawings, photocopies and texts that I thought I would continually add to over time. But DIDN’T. Remember – I never tell anybody anything. Maybe these images will help you FIND SOMEONE.

MopC-PINS-17 — A photograph of a photocopy of a photograph of a cut up of a now dismantled and partly salvaged piece from the front doors of a WAR DROBE – an amalgam of old drawings, photocopies and texts that I thought I would continually add to over time. But DIDN’T. Remember – Me, aged 21. Maybe these images will help you FIND SOMEONE.

Maybe find someone who knows about

Aquilégia

Alb

Agrimony

Adónis

Actǣa

Anis

Átriplex

Acontíum

Aira

Coaming

PINS – The Beginning

RULE ONE: THE BEGINNING

(AKA “The Heap of Trouble is a pile of rubble.”)

The first thing to do is to say we are at the Beginning.

For all rules, please go to The Museum Curator’s Substack.

These copies will be placed regularly, and OVER TIME. The Museum will host the elements of PINS that need no explanation, they are here for you to photocopy and use, perhaps with photocopies of your own. To make your own beginnings.

A photograph of a photocopy of a photograph from the late 1950s, maybe very early 1960s of The Curator’s mother and aunt and a family friend from Norway. They are posing in the back garden of a house near St Christopher’s High School and Moorhead High School, once Accrington Grammar School for Girls. Maybe this image will help you BEGIN PINS.

A photograph of a photocopy of a photograph from the the Libyan Desert, “acquired” from a German POW by The Curator’s great uncle, who served there in the Second World War. Yes, it’s Rommel. That is what the inscription on the back of the photo says. Maybe this image will help you BEGIN PINS.

PINS is a game for all anonymous egos, everywhere, made through repositioning and reproducing old dreams and documents.

A photograph of a photocopy of a list of orders from the original game of PINS, made by the Curator’s father. The Curator thinks his father had only really sorted these four lines of text. Maybe this can be your Beginning for PINS.

A photograph of a photocopy of a list of the various Electors of one of the imaginary continents from the original game of PINS, made by the Curator’s father. Note the focus on the mid C18th. Very important. Maybe this can be your Beginning for PINS.

A photocopy of a colour photo of an oil painting made by The Curator at the turn of the Millennium, now destroyed. This is the only surviving record. Maybe this can be your Beginning for PINS.

PINS – Setting up the Campaign

We start the game by wondering what it is.

A number of items are presented here as a taster for the long indolent road ahead of us.

We should divine the first moves by PREPARING THE GROUND and MAKING THE RULES. That’s what people always tell us to do. In this Modern World.

Though this will inevitably take time.

A photocopy of Old Accrington. Note how little there was in the centre. Surely proof of an ever changing, Magicke property.

Maps. These will determine the boundaries of PINS

We use this 1970s photocopy from a long-lost wargaming rule book to determine a campaign. More later, whenever.

Rules folder. These will be reinterpreted over time.

The boundaries of a map which we will explore.

A detail of a map. This is the North of England

A Twitch on the Thread

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 Twitch on the Thread #2 — 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 Twitch on the Thread #3 — 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?

Clayton Orange Alternative

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.

Orange-Alternative-Clayton-1 — 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.

Orange-Alternative-Clayton-4 — 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.

Orange-Alternative-Clayton-2 — 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.

Orange-Alternative-Clayton-3 — 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.

The Memory Vortex – Stasis #2

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.

The Memory Vortex – Stasis #1

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.

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.

Entering the Memory Vortex #2

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.