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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!

3-Sided Football & Other Alytus Biennial Repetitions

Tuesday, October 4th, 2011

In August 2009, and again in August 2011, I found myself referring the games of 3-sided football staged as a part of the Alytus Biennial in Lithuania. I don’t attend many biennials, but since the one in Alytus has evolved into a jamboree of post-artistic practices – and it is also a delightfully intimate event – I’ll always make an exception for it.

But let’s get back to 3-sided football. It was Asger Jorn, the Cobra artist and founding member of the Situationist International, who first came up with the idea of a football match involving three teams. However, it appears that Jorn considered it impossible to stage a real life game of 3-sided football, and so never attempted to do so. As far as I know the first game of 3-Sided football was organised by the London Psychogeographical Association at a Glasgow Summer School in 1993. Since then there have been many games of 3-sided soccer, and in the 1990s they were particularly popular with people involved with the Association of Autonomous Astronauts (who were running an independent proletarian space exploration programme at the time).

3-sided football is played on a hexagonal pitch with each team being assigned two opposite sides for bureaucratic purposes, but only one of these two sides has a goal. The winning team is the one that concedes the least goals, not the one that scores the most. This means that strategic alliances can arise between sides, since it is in the interest of the teams that are losing at any particular point in the game to work together against those that are ahead of them.

In Alytus the pitch was marked out in the city’s forest park, meaning that not only was it difficult to kick the ball all the way across the pitch – because there were trees in the way – but also that as referee I wasn’t always able to see what was going on in the match. On both occasions I refereed in Alytus we had three teams of seven players and I ran the game in three thirds of fifteen minutes each; with two third-time breaks of five minutes. I rotated the teams around the different goals and sides of the pitch during the match, so that each team spent one third of the game defending each of the three different goals. Also, because I’m a lousy referee, I didn’t enforce offside rules (which are a more complicated in 3-sided football than conventional soccer).

The 2009 game was competitive but the teams did seem to understand how to make strategic alliances and we had an excellent match (with the team mostly made up of anarchists from Vilnius winning). This year I was a little disappointed that the two best teams were so competitive and antagonistic towards each other that the worst team won. At one point the two better teams had the ball in front of the worst team’s goal with only one defending player anywhere near them. Instead of co-operating, those who should have been attacking the worst team’s goal tackled each other. This was blatantly stupid since who scored the goal was irrelevant, I was only keeping a tally of goals conceded.

The better teams missed innumerable opportunities to thrash the frankly awful side of footballers who were mostly from London. I had complaints that since I was from London, I was biased in the worst team’s favour, and while I admired the sneaky way they played their superior rivals off against each other – and thereby won the game – I’d also be the first to admit that as athletes they sucked. Given the way the winning side tactically conceded the first goal and continually exposed their football skills as being utterly rubbish, and by such ruses goaded the other two teams into attacking each other, I’d hate to engage any of these lousy sportsmen in 3-sided chess (this is another game that interests them).

Although I was disappointed by this year’s 3-sided football game, the 2011 Alytus Biennial – which ran from 22 to 28 August – also repeated and improved upon a number of events from 2009. The monstrations – demonstrations lacking demands that would be comprehensible to a capitalist politician – were even more of a party than at the previous biennial. We marched with brightly painted placards celebrated the rise of the psychic worker and their solidarity with their dead comrades. The slogans were mostly incomprehensible and some placards even mixed languages and alphabets within words and phrases. This year we not only demonstrated during the day, but also had a late-night march. The way we threw fireworks around in the streets, banged drums and chanted, delighted the Friday night drunks hanging around outside bars.

The scratch music session was also an improvement on 2009, because it was more free form and didn’t become bogged down in rock idioms. Likewise, the 2011 discussions were both more impressive and considerably more global in scope than in 2009. We also did some cloud busting, and that gave me a remarkable sense of deja vu, since it was neither better nor worse than two years previously! I want to keep this short, so I’m not gonna describe everything that went on, but suffice to say that once again the Alytus Biennial proved a complete groove sensation!

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

World’s best nudist beaches part 1 – Smiltyne, Lithuania

Friday, September 4th, 2009

There are various beaches running down the Coronian Spit from the tiny port at the top: the common beach, men’s beach, women’s beach and, of course, the nudist beach. These beaches at Smiltyne at the top of the Spit appear to be quieter than those devoted to swimming at Juodkrante and Nida. This is the Baltic coast so it is strictly summer time swimming and sunbathing, but from June to August the water is warm and the sands are clean. There is a fairly strong current pushing you up towards Klaipeda but essentially the swimming is easy. When I visited the naturist section not everyone on the beach was nude, with perhaps half the women being topless rather than totally nude. Those women who’d discarded their bikini bottoms tended to be sunbathing in the dunes at the top of the beach, although there were members of both sexes skinny dipping. The waves made the water very pleasant to swim in and much of the beach was empty, particularly those portions closest to the sea. Everyone using the beach was with one or two friends, there was no one there alone. The atmosphere was very relaxed with only about 30 people dotted across the expansive beach. Verdict: a groove sensation!

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

One week of art strike activities in Alytus, Lithuania, 18-24 August 2009

Monday, August 31st, 2009

The central HQ of the 2009 Art Strike Biennial switched constantly between Alytus Art School, Hotel Dzukija about five minutes walk away, and a bar-cum-restaurant located between these two venues in downtown Alytus. At the art school a lot of coffee was consumed, at the hotel innumerable bottles of wine, and in the bar industrial quantities of beer and cold beetroot soup. The Dzukija was an old school Soviet hotel, a concrete shell with stained glass in some of the public areas and cantilevered stairs between the floors. The building was absolutely crammed full of original oil paintings by official Soviet artists of yesteryear. In keeping with the Dzukija’s theme of Soviet nostalgia, the maids would leave overflowing bins in the bathrooms and failed to replenish toilet paper; all of which created a very relaxed bohemian atmosphere.

Perhaps the most interesting innovation art strikers brought to the Dzukija Hotel was the introduction of an ‘anarchist orgy suite’ on the second floor. This was a bedroom that had been assigned to a visiting anarchist from Vilnius (much of the Vilniaus Anarchistai group was present), that was put to collective use. The keys to this room were left permanently in the lock on the outside of the door, and according to unsubstantiated rumour anyone could go inside for ‘fun’, but  in doing so risked being locked-in. As far as I’m aware the only person to end up trapped in the ‘orgy suite’ was the Italian autonomist Franco ‘Bifo’ Berardi, and when he was finally freed he announced casually in English: “I’ve just had an adventure’. He was locked in on his own, so this incident provides no evidence to back-up the endlessly whispered rumours about ‘orgies’ taking place in the room.

Aside from the Vilnius anarchists, Saulius Užpelkis was perhaps the individual most involved in engaging Bifo in ongoing political debate over beers. Although originally from Vilnius, Saulius has been living in London for the past year and he numbers among those recently denounced in The Sun for holding orgies on the roof of their squat in Poplar. I had a long discussion with Saulius about this and came away with the unsurprising view that the tabloid coverage I’d seen was not very accurate.

Bifo gave a couple of public talks during the Art Strike Biennial, but I found his bar room conversation even more enthralling than his lecture style. The first of Bifo’s official talks dealt with the development of radical media strategies from the seventies to the present: he stressed the difference between the serving up of information by the mass media, and his own desire for real communication. The second talk was based around precarity ‘theory’, and since I’ve argued against Alex Foti’s version of this ridiculous notion elsewhere (with regard to the Copenhagen riots a couple of years ago), I won’t go into it here. That said, while Bifo has taken up precarity ‘theory’, I nonetheless see his thinking as being way superior to Foti’s overall; and he is also a charming, delightful and very likable guy.

The key figure in leading discussion at the art school was Redas Diržys, and he worked hard at integrating the out-of-town strikers with the local teenagers also in attendance. What finally united the various factions was not so much theoretical debate, as practical activities. On Wednesday afternoon there was supposed to be a propaganda workshop. However when I turned up for it with my old friend Lloyd Dunn, the anarchists ‘running’ it had disappeared. I hauled Redas Diržys out of an office and we had a discussion about whether or not there should be an approved set of slogans for demonstration banners. In the end we agreed that those making the banners could use any slogan they wanted, but that all slogans would be translated into Spanish. Among the slogans I contributed was ‘Fly LSD’.

The Spanish banners were used on both a demonstration and a monstration, with around 50 art strikers marching around Alytus to the sound of banging drums and chanting in Lithuanian. The demonstration stopped in the town square for political speeches and a song in Estonian from Reiu Tüür. On the monstration art strike balloons were handed out to passers-by, and the march stopped in the town square for a game of Simon Says orchestrated by Charlie Citron. The demonstration and monstration were organised on consecutive afternoons and at both events marchers wore special art strike picket line clothes designed by Stephanie Benzaquen and Rotem Balva; these had been run up by local tailors. Meanwhile local sensibilities were simultaneously flummoxed by street paintings that had been executed by Nathan Crothers and Reiu Tüür.

After the demonstration on Thursday, there was an unofficial boating trip at a local lake that had lost most of its water, resulting in rowers frequently running aground. Martin Zet and Stefan Bohnenberger played leading roles in these almost water-borne activities.  Following the monstration on Friday, a scratch orchestra came together to play improvised music outside Alytus Art School. This was followed by an after dark film screening on the outside wall of a derelict cinema.

On Saturday morning there was a game of three-sided football, with three teams and three goals. The triolectical anti-sport was followed by Mantas Kazakevicius demonstrating how to use a Reichian cloud buster, then the strike wound down with a wine tasting organised by Kurt Ryslavy and Natalie Yalon. Naturally Saturday night concluded with an over-the-top party in the Hotel Dzukija, which is a good way of reminding ourselves that while we’re demolishing serious culture we should have a smile on our lips and a song in our heart.

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

Blog strike – 17 to 30 August 2009

Sunday, August 16th, 2009

We call on all bloggers to turn off their computers and cease to post from 17 to 30 August 2009.

Blogging is an indulgence of a self-perpetuating elite; those who can afford regular access to computers and the internet. Those bloggers who struggle against the reigning society find their work either marginalised or else co- opted by the bourgeois net establishment.

Blogging creates the illusion that, through activities which are actually waste, this civilisation is in touch with ‘higher sensibilities’ which redeem its exploitation of those who live outside the overdeveloped world. Those who accept this logic support the bourgeoisie even if they are economically excluded from the class.

To call one person a ‘blogger’ is to deny another the equal gift of vision. What a blogger considers to be his or her identity is a schooled set of attitudes; preconceptions which imprison humanity in history. Show solidarity with the wretched of the earth, those who cannot afford regular access to computers, don’t blog between 17 and 30 August 2009!

Blog Strike is a side project to the Art Strike Biennial, 18-24 August, Alytus, Lithuania.

And if you can’t keep your computer switched off during the blog strike, don’t get too sucked into text, watch the following film which explores the aesthetics of boredom instead: The Worst Video On YouTube Ever!

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