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The Psychogeography Of Dundee – or, Ae Phor Ain’t Here!

Saturday, October 8th, 2011

I’ve always been rather fond of the psychogeographical device known as ‘the possible appointment’, and so I’m generally willing to make that extra bit of effort in order to fail to meet someone. Yesterday I went to Dundee where I narrowly missed hooking up with Ae Phor. To explain what happened I need to backtrack a bit.

In April 1984 I met Dundee based artist Pete Horobin in London, and started to collaborate with him on various projects. As a result,  from 1984 onwards I’ve visited Dundee on a fairly regular basis.  I liked the city and in the eighties I’d go there to pick up used books and vinyl for a fraction of the price they’d cost me in London. I’d often stay in Horobin’s flat, The Data Attic  on Union Street, right in the centre of town. When in Dundee I’d make durational videos,  sound pieces and other stuff, both with Horobin and on my own – and when I got fed up doing that I’d wander all over the town.

Horobin spent the eighties building up a vast archive of bizarre and banal material which he classified as ‘data’. He hoarded everything that crossed his path, since to him it was all ‘data’. More recently this material has been dispersed across Europe. What couldn’t be placed with archives such as Art Pool (Budapest) has been returned to those who’d made it. In recent years, various materials I’d either left in or send to the Data Attic were given back to me by a shadowy figure calling himself Haining. Six days ago I received an email message from an individual who identified himself Ae Phor stating that the Data Attic was being emptied in preparation for its sale, and that he wanted to make arrangements to pass back to me “a VHS video cassette + photos” . By way of reply, I proposed a final visit to 37 Union Street so that I could collect these goodies in person.

My initial suggestion was that I should travel to Dundee between Friday 7 October and Monday 10 October, and that I would drop in on the Data Attic for an hour or two. By the time Ae Phor got back to me suggesting I come on Monday (because on Friday he was planning to cycle across Fife, and would be away all weekend) my schedule had changed and I was only free to hang out in Dundee on 7 October. I emailed suggesting I arrive early on the Friday.  I heard nothing back (and when I phoned and sent texts there was still no reply) but in the true spirit of psychogeographical exploration, I decided to make the journey anyway. I considered it a ‘possible appointment’ .

According to the original 1950s psychogeorgraphers of the Lettrist International, the possible appointment was when a subject was asked to find themselves alone, at a precise time, in a preordained place. No one was there to meet them. Other variations include arranging to meet an unknown person, which it was claimed led to interesting interactions with strangers. I arrived at the downstairs street door of the Data Attic before nine in the morning. There was no reply when I rang the bell. Since I was keen to climb the steps to the top floor one final time, I decided to walk around and come back later.

I had a heavy cold and so I rejected the notion of walking up to the top of the Law Hill, or across the Tay Road Bridge into Fife, both things I’d done many times in the past. Instead I headed up to the Wellgate Centre. It was a curious experience since the recession had taken a heavy toll on Dundee. One of the pound shops at the entrance to this particular shopping mall had closed (it hadn’t been open very long, the unit was previously an outlet for Head and before that the bankrupt Virgin Records) and many other units were empty too – including one on the third level that until recently had been occupied by another bankrupt bargain bin chain called T. J. Hughes.

There is a Poundland on level two of The Wellgate, and there I also found a big new branch of the charity shop (thrift store) The British Heart Foundation, and another cut-price operation I’d not come across before – Home Bargains.  This outfit was occupying about half of the space previously used by the defunct chain Woolworths, the rest of it was still empty and boarded up.  On their website Home Bargains say they have more than 250 stores in the UK and they run the slogan Top Brands – Bottom Prices immediately beneath their name. Having looked at their Dundee store, I’d say this company was talking out of its arsehole with the claim about ‘top brands’.

That said, I did become mildly excited when I noticed Home Bargains were selling unicycles for £29.99. Since I’ve recently been doing readings from my books while standing on my head, I wondered if I could move on to riding a unicycle onstage while reciting my fiction. It took me a few seconds to realise that the continual movement necessary to avoid falling off the unicycle would prove distracting, and so it just wouldn’t work as an additional prop to my readings. I then moved on to wondering how a bargain store selling £29.99 unicycles in Dundee could possibly be a viable business…. It was a surreal proposition and left me wondering how long the chain would survive.

Two months earlier, filling in time while waiting to get a bus to Kaunas airport in Lithuania, I’d spent an hour or so in the Akropolis Shopping Centre, and it quickly became clear that Kaunas was another town that had been visibly devastated by the economic downturn. The Akropolis appeared even less financially viable than The Wellgate Centre in Dundee, since it was virtually empty; in every unit I entered there’d be no shoppers but several assistants, who’d descent like vultures asking if I needed help the moment I stepped through their door. In the end I fled and hung out at the bus station to avoid being harassed.

Returning to my trip to Dundee, I next checked out The Forum Shopping Centre and that was in even more of a sorry state than the Wellgate, with loads of empty units and no one looking like they were doing any business. I decided to skip the Overgate mall and head straight to Grouchos, my favourite used record store in the world! It has been interesting watching them shift back to selling more vinyl and reducing their stock of CDs and DVDs in recent years. Despite this, I didn’t have much luck finding any sounds I wanted. Grouchos did have a copy of Chuck Brown Live 87, the double album on Rhythm King, but they wanted £8.99 for it – and I knew I’d be able to find it online for under a fiver, so I gave it a miss. I’ve had some amazing vinyl bargains out of Grouchos over the past 27 years, but yesterday I left the store  bereft of vinyl.

By this time I had a slight fever and was starting to  hallucinate – what I though at first glance were rare 45s, turned out on examination to be worthless dreck- so I thought it might be a good idea to sit down and eat. I went to The Capitol – a Wetherspoons pub handily close to the bus station – and ordered a regular vegetarian breakfast for £3.10. When the platter arrived, it was a £4.20 large breakfast. There was way to much food, more than I’d paid for, but me being me I ate everything on my plate anyway. This is the story of my life, I’m always being given extra food; one time when I was staying in a hotel in Paris a waitress gave me two breakfasts every morning, one after the other, but nobody else was given double portions… I was very skinny and in my late-teens, I must have looked like I needed feeding up.

Eating too much and getting to sit down made me feel better. There was also free wi fi in The Capitol, unlike  some of the local cafes. When I checked my email I found a message from Ae Phor that had been sent while I was ordering my breakfast. It said: “this morning I left The Attic at 08.45 to cycle to Cupar via Leuchars. All of which indicates that we are fated not to see each other…” I’d missed Ae Phor by about 5 minutes, and then coming out of The Capitol I saw the bus I’d intended to catch whizzing down the street. Before I finally got out of Dundee, a distraught woman asked me if I could call her mobile because she’d lost it. I dialled the number from my phone and her mobile turned out to be in the front pocket of her handbag, which she’d not looked inside. I met another flustered woman standing outside a supermarket a bit later on. She stopped me and asked if I’d carry a chair she’d just bought – she said she thought she’d be able to lug it home but it was too heavy for her. I suggested she call a cab….

Later, checking my email again, I found a message from Laura Simpson of The Cooper Gallery in Dundee. She’d sent me a link to the Retro Dundee blog and specifically a post about The Data Attic. Now that’s what I call psychogeography!

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

The Attic Archive at the Cupar Arts Festival

Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

The Cupar Arts Festival went head to head with The Frieze Art Fair once again this year, and for me there was no contest in terms of prioritising one over the other. I headed out of London and away from Frieze to Cupar in Fife (Scotland). The main attraction was The Attic Archive on at The Y (Marathon House, Bonnygate, Cupar, Fife KY15 4LG). The Attic is a private space on Dundee’s Union Street that has been an international centre for marginal art collaborations since the early 1970s; the Cupar Arts Festival exhibition provides a rare chance for the general public to get a sense of what’s been going on there all that time.

On display is a slew of works by malcontents ranging from international  mail artists like David Zack and Carlo Pittore, via oppositional Scottish painters/sculptors such as Karen Strang and Andy Stenhouse to erm, people from London like Stefan Szczelkun and me! A lot of the material is in the medium of print and short run cassettes/CDrs (indeed some are one-offs), but there are also remnants from performances (including a hat set on fire by legendary American Neoist John Berndt, who was wearing it at the time it burnt,  and clothes worn by Pete Horobin during his 10 year Data Project).

Causing intense excitement are a series of washing powder boxes (Lux, Ariel and Drive) that had housed the soap Pete Horobin used to clean his clothes during the 1980s. They bring back memories of old commodity packaging, and are a hot topic of conversation among visitors. The soap boxes are displayed on the top of various sets of industrial shelving, while beneath are hundreds of publications that can be picked up and read; and there is an armchair sprayed gold and painted with the name ‘Monty Cantsin’ in which visitors can settle and peruse some very obscure magazines and catalogues.

Peter Haining is on hand to talk about all this material, and will play any of the hand assembled CDrs or cassettes on display, if requested to do so. He also made me a pot of tea when I demanded one about two minutes after walking in – and it came in a Lotte Glob teapot. This environment and the work it houses clearly emerge from fluxus and conceptual art, and might more correctly by labelled as neoist, but some visitors will also see in it a reflection of post-slacker aesthetics. That said, the room was freshly painted, carpeted and well heated (all in all very comfortable)… even if the packaging used to transport everything is on display too! Make sure you don’t miss this show (on until 25 October, closed Mondays) because it is a rare opportunity to dig into the international anti-art underground of the 1970s, 1980s and beyond; and it will take you in even deeper than the recent and current London retrospectives of Ray Johnson and Gustav Metzger!

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Key Neoist practice plagiarised from French academics shock!

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

In recent months much has been made of the fact that the term Neoism can be traced back to a 1914  occasional poem by American satirist Franklin P. Adams. Okay, so most of the world seems to have ignored the excitement this discovery generated among half-a-dozen fools and jesters, but it is nonetheless referenced on the relevant Wikipedia page.  That said, when Blaster Al Ackerman coined the term  in 1978, he did so initially as No Ism. The following year this mutated into Neoism, and no one active within the group using this name from the late 1970s onwards appears to have been aware of Adam’s fleeting use of the term until a year or so ago.

With about the same level of ‘authenticity’, an anonymous source revealed today that when Al Ackerman’s Neoist co-founder David ‘Oz’ Zack proposed the name Monty Cantsin as the identity of an ‘open pop star’ in 1977, he was drawing on his knowledge of the earlier Nicolas Bourbaki project. Nicolas Bourbaki is a collective pseudonym dating back to 1935, which a pool of predominantly French academics adopted when presenting expositions of advanced modern mathematics.  The Bourbaki team aimed at rigour, created new terminology and concepts, and emphasised the importance of set theory.

The influence of ‘Nicolas Bourbaki’ peaked between 1950 and 1960, when few other graduate-level books in contemporary pure mathematics were available. Their emphasis on rigour was in part a reaction to the work of Henri Poincaré, who stressed the importance of free-flowing mathematical intuition at a cost of completeness in presentation. By way of contrast, Neoism’s influence is set to peak in forty years time, once most of those active within it during the 1980s are dead. BTW: 24 March is International Neoist Day!

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Turn your poor credit history into $$$$$ with neoism!

Sunday, January 4th, 2009

Did you know that Neoism is a Nigerian money scam? On the one hand you go to those poetry sites where people cut and paste words and phrases together to form post-modern nonsense then, on the other hand, you get all this spam coming through which uses exactly the same technique to fill out the body of the email and avoid the spam filters, while sticking in an image which is an ad for some Venezuelan gerbil-farm’s stock offering. It’s great. I can’t get enough spam, which is why I spend all day submitting my name to as many goofball spam sites as I can. This morning I had 230,000 new emails and all of them full of great avant-garde poetry. Long live the New Neoism!

And you too can make money from these spamcore activities.  All you have to do is collect spam and then submit it to those poetry competitions offering big cash prizes. As anybody who has met me knows, I like to maintain an archive of predatory spam culled from the mailboxes of my alter-egos. Unfortunately this archive is now in the hands of a wayward plastic ventriloquist doll called Tessie who is possessed by the spirit of Jayne Mansfield, and claims to be the mother of my teenage son. This means that I am currently unable to follow my favourite pursuit of sitting up through the small hours and screaming along as I rearrange spam emails into award winning poetry. But rest assured I don’t allow this hobby to endanger my health, since I do take frequent breaks to imbibe Springbank, Talisker and many other brands of single malt whiskey, and never spent more than 72 hours in a continuous sitting at my computer station. While I can’t provide you with a new poem here, I do have more than a million spam verses that I’d printed out before Tessie made off with my external hard drive. This is one of my favourites, assembled on 22 Oct 2007 :

COCK HUNGRY BI-SEXUAL REDHEAD

pretty young stripper
just 21 years old
dressed in a short skirt
lifts up her top to expose huge white tits
then spreading her twat wide
takes a double penetration

pretty young stripper
just 21 years old
is ripped up with a dildo
a hot steamy whore who likes her ass fondled
as Latino lesbians lick taco
to a 70s disco soundtrack

pretty young stripper
just 21 years old
likes to expose her cunt
a tight-rumped honey who spreads it around
and sucks cock like a champion
while she is pussy pumped from behind

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – http://www.stewarthomesociety.org/ – you know it makes (no) sense!