Unfurl a roll of paper to walk across the marsh grass fields of Kenilworth.
This is a landscape that once had an artificial lake to defend the castle
And where the longest siege in English history took place in 1266.
The medieval scream of arrows is not conducted into my middle ear.
But an image develops in the liquid memory.
Bright young things, mustering arms, on the footbridge.
A battle of poohsticks in the brook.
Laughter resonates even at times of civil war.
The paper curls back.
The Business Card game.
88 cards selected from 1985-2017:
The oldest being T&A Associates - International Networking and Marketing;
And the most recent, Quality Solicitors, with the bulk representing art and culture.
Object of the game
First shuffle the pack and place face down.
Draw the first nine cards and place in a grid of 3x3.
Reorganise the layout until you attain a state of visual and textual perfection.
Read text or conjure image: horizontally or vertically, backwards or forwards.
These cards were exchanged during a conversation between potential business partners.
The card allowed the tribal chanting and affirmation of a business or personality.
A call and response might be triggered by phone or email.
There might be a visionary mission or logo that inspired one to connect.
In all sincerity, 90% were joker cards leading to no deals.
I seem to recall only having a business card, hand-made, from 2008-10.
This was at the height of the financial crisis.
Elephant - Be part of it - Please call us now
A black and white colour photo of three migrants and an activist on a train
England is a tattoo on a body without a head
Climb - Meet
Victoria, Albert and the Mayor of this fair island
Laugh - Trust
As clouds circle over green pastures
If you need to believe, register with a drawing therapist
You are on a mission, but beware - there is no past and there is no future.
Baudelaire did not fly or Rimbaud die and Lemy Caution is missing in action.
Rendezvous: "Brown tie?"
Password: "And braces!"
I am waiting here for the French agent with feathered hat.
The phone does not ring.
I am distracted by the kamikaze dive of a demented fly.
In one hand, a book of poetry by Anna de Noailles.
The other to mouth, sipping champagne out of a cracked glass.
I spy a refracted card being delivered under the door.
This facet a clue? That one a trap?
At the Institute I am ushered into a meeting room.
The silhouetted outline of a man is framed by a monstrous clock.
It has no second or minute hands.
The machine activates and my brain quivers.
I come round on the floor in a darkened cell with a folder in my hand.
I crave to read the contents, but.... I... wake.
I... wake on a bench outside the Louvre which is turning inside out.
My memory has been semi-erased.
Was I.... a.... European son?
Painting 1: The Poet's Elixir After Baudelaire
Or in other delirious words: "Pretty witty twoon. Swoony noon loon."
Acrylics and collage. 10 x 14"
Photo: Down and out in Paris
Hotel de Champagne et de Mulhouse, 1987
Advance Computer Institute, Rue du Faubourg-Montmartre, 1987
Folder 1986: Visnews
International news agency that broadcast the first daily satellite news service.
Drawing 1: Louvre, Outside In
Oil pastel and pencil, 22 x 17"
Drawing 2: Louvre, Inside Out
Oil pastel and pencil, 21.5 x 19"
Cléo de 5 à 7
Directed by Agnes Varda, 1962 and starring Corinne Marchand
Alphaville: une étrange aventure de Lemmy Caution
Directed by Jean Luc-Godard, 1965 and starring Eddie Constantine
A blog entry inspired by seeing these films after an absence of 30 years; akin to waking from a dream.
I will overcome e-motion and travel sickness in search of past-tense, future-flex.