When The KLF removed themselves from the music industry, deleted their entire back catalogue and burned the £1,000,000 their success had earned them, they vowed they would not return for 23 years (of course, of course.)
Well, those 23 years have now passed and The KLF have returned with a new work, a novel/Trilogy entitled "2023"
BBC News report of their return
2023 available on Amazon (UK site)
Thursday, 24 August 2017
Wednesday, 8 February 2017
The Wensleydale of Truth
This fabled artifact is going to be on show at the Snodsworth Public Library until the Twenty Third of January 2017. I really encourage you to make the effort and go and see it for yourself.
Despite the tight security, you still feel that you are close to the cheese. Choosing to display it behind a rope, rather than under glass, allows one to drink in the heady aroma of pure Truth. The complete wheel measures an impressive five feet, with only the two small "sample holes", which are part of the cheesing process, offering a hint at what lays underneath the lilly white surface.
Despite the tight security, you still feel that you are close to the cheese. Choosing to display it behind a rope, rather than under glass, allows one to drink in the heady aroma of pure Truth. The complete wheel measures an impressive five feet, with only the two small "sample holes", which are part of the cheesing process, offering a hint at what lays underneath the lilly white surface.
Fig 2 : A large cheese, near Snodsworth, yesterday.
Saturday, 14 January 2017
It's All Some Illusions
As Kerry Thornley once said and/or wrote
"And so it is that we, as men, do not exist until we do; and then it is that we play with our world of existent things, and order and disorder them, and so it shall be that Non-existence shall take us back from Existence, and that a nameless Spirituality shall return to Void, like a tired child home from a very wild circus".
But what does it mean to exist or be alive? Are they, like free will and non-drip paint, simply illusions?
"And so it is that we, as men, do not exist until we do; and then it is that we play with our world of existent things, and order and disorder them, and so it shall be that Non-existence shall take us back from Existence, and that a nameless Spirituality shall return to Void, like a tired child home from a very wild circus".
But what does it mean to exist or be alive? Are they, like free will and non-drip paint, simply illusions?
Wednesday, 11 January 2017
All Sorts
Ideas and Inspirations
Thermostat, thermometer, thermal insulation, thoughts, Thursdays, think tank, three, threw, thrown, through, thaw, thanks.
Particular particle, paste, part, prone, posted, prime, preach.
Minus, month, moth, montage, Montana, mosaic, monster (truck and sea)
Abacus, absent, abducted, abort, about, abeam, abrupt, Abba, Abby, Abu Dhabi, artisan, arsenal, forest, absconding, ABC.
Carnival, carnage, car, caravan, carpet, forest, cartridge, cannon, cannula, canopic, Canister, carping, crayon.
Wyndham, water slide, water jug, water works, water tower, water colour, water cooling, water wheel, forest, farm Wednesday.
Lists, lanyard, lamppost, limb, lock, locked, Locke, London, lift, forest, linked, laser beam, laser cutter, limp, limo, liked, lunatics, liked lunatics.
Topics, trojan, troublesome, treat, treadmill, Trumpton, trod, troll, typing, typically, forest, tyres, tonic, toxic, tragic, tray tea, twenty-three, tea tray, twinkle.
Bacon, mushrooms, eggs, peas, rice, catapult, rain, forest, black hole, ruminate.
Normal, nights, nitrate, nire, nuzzled, non-standard forest, never, Nicole, nickname, Nick.
I think you get the idea by now
Thermostat, thermometer, thermal insulation, thoughts, Thursdays, think tank, three, threw, thrown, through, thaw, thanks.
Particular particle, paste, part, prone, posted, prime, preach.
Minus, month, moth, montage, Montana, mosaic, monster (truck and sea)
Abacus, absent, abducted, abort, about, abeam, abrupt, Abba, Abby, Abu Dhabi, artisan, arsenal, forest, absconding, ABC.
Carnival, carnage, car, caravan, carpet, forest, cartridge, cannon, cannula, canopic, Canister, carping, crayon.
Wyndham, water slide, water jug, water works, water tower, water colour, water cooling, water wheel, forest, farm Wednesday.
Lists, lanyard, lamppost, limb, lock, locked, Locke, London, lift, forest, linked, laser beam, laser cutter, limp, limo, liked, lunatics, liked lunatics.
Topics, trojan, troublesome, treat, treadmill, Trumpton, trod, troll, typing, typically, forest, tyres, tonic, toxic, tragic, tray tea, twenty-three, tea tray, twinkle.
Bacon, mushrooms, eggs, peas, rice, catapult, rain, forest, black hole, ruminate.
Normal, nights, nitrate, nire, nuzzled, non-standard forest, never, Nicole, nickname, Nick.
I think you get the idea by now
Tuesday, 10 January 2017
The Ballad of Long Thomas
It is thought that this epic ballad was written sometime during the 1880's in London (or, at a stretch, the Home Counties) England. Despite repeated attempts by many dedicated researchers to discover the identity of the author, we are still very much in the dark as to who it may have been. Of the many names that have been put forward over the years, each candidate presents similar problems. When a stylistic match is found it has been difficult, if not impossible, to show a connection with London during the critical time frame. The candidates with this London connection all have problems when it comes to modern stylistic analysis.
For example, it has been claimed, many times, in the popular press that the hand that penned the ballad resembles that of the presumed Jack the Ripper communication known as the "From Hell" or "Lusk Letter". Although there is some similarity in the script itself, the spelling and punctuation are completely different. The counter argument usually put forward is that the From Hell letter was deliberately written to mislead the Whitechapel Vigilante Committee. However, with no way of knowing if the now missing letter really was from the killer, it seems a somewhat moot point. It may be possible that the Ballads author sent the Lusk Letter as a hoax for their own, unknown purposes.
One of the other "popular suspects" has been the First Earl of Beaconsfield, KG, PC, FRS, more commonly known as the British Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli (21 December 1804 - 19 April 1881). Although the literary style is certainly similar, especially if we assume that the last stanza was a later addition, the date of Disraeli's death does pose a real problem. We can be reasonably certain that the first publication of this work was during the latter half of 1885. It seems difficult to believe that such an important work, by such a well known individual could have remained in private hands for so long. There also seems no good reason for Benjamin to have written this piece anonymously. Even if, as some have claimed, the Ballad is a heavily disguised attack on the Corn Law Affair of the mid 1940s, it still seems highly unlikely that he would have withheld his name from such an important work.
What about the claim that the real author was none other than Sir Joseph Bazalgette? Today he is probably best known for his design and work on the London sewers following the Great Stink of 1858. Whilst it is true that his surviving correspondence has the same form and metre as the Ballad, the lack of any other traceable works does cast considerable doubt on this theory. It is true however that Bazalgette did spend some time in China, which is the main reason he is still considered as a possible candidate.
The last of the Big Four, as they have become known amongst Long Thomas theorists, is Matthew Lazenby, cuckold and purveyor of fine fudge and fudge related confectionery to the well heeled of 19th century London. It has been argued that the Ballad contains echos of Lazenbys dismay over loosing both his hair and virility at such a young age. In his diary, Matthew claims that he first started to loose his hair at the tender age of 7. Lazenby may have also felt excluded from the upper echelons of society due to his flame red hair. Superstition of the day held that such displays of strawberry blonde was the mark of the Devil himself. Whilst the upper classes were happy to consume his fudge by the pound, he may well have found it impossible to gain full acceptance, even after he made his fortune in the fudge trade. He was self taught, shunning formal education (although how someone who knows nothing is able to teach themselves anything remains a mystery) and it is also said that he held the Church of the day in deep distain. Despite his simple minded, almost oafish approach to life, it is the case that the themes of the Ballad do provide a good fit to Matthews life. Of course, the Ballad famously contains almost 100 references of either hats or wigs.
From this distance it will probably prove impossible to prove beyond doubt who the author of this great work was. As with so many mysteries, the lack of certainty has led to fertile grounds for speculation. My own favourite candidate? I would argue that the mysterious genius Mr C. Ride is the most likely author. But that is, as they say, quite another story.....
For example, it has been claimed, many times, in the popular press that the hand that penned the ballad resembles that of the presumed Jack the Ripper communication known as the "From Hell" or "Lusk Letter". Although there is some similarity in the script itself, the spelling and punctuation are completely different. The counter argument usually put forward is that the From Hell letter was deliberately written to mislead the Whitechapel Vigilante Committee. However, with no way of knowing if the now missing letter really was from the killer, it seems a somewhat moot point. It may be possible that the Ballads author sent the Lusk Letter as a hoax for their own, unknown purposes.
One of the other "popular suspects" has been the First Earl of Beaconsfield, KG, PC, FRS, more commonly known as the British Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli (21 December 1804 - 19 April 1881). Although the literary style is certainly similar, especially if we assume that the last stanza was a later addition, the date of Disraeli's death does pose a real problem. We can be reasonably certain that the first publication of this work was during the latter half of 1885. It seems difficult to believe that such an important work, by such a well known individual could have remained in private hands for so long. There also seems no good reason for Benjamin to have written this piece anonymously. Even if, as some have claimed, the Ballad is a heavily disguised attack on the Corn Law Affair of the mid 1940s, it still seems highly unlikely that he would have withheld his name from such an important work.
What about the claim that the real author was none other than Sir Joseph Bazalgette? Today he is probably best known for his design and work on the London sewers following the Great Stink of 1858. Whilst it is true that his surviving correspondence has the same form and metre as the Ballad, the lack of any other traceable works does cast considerable doubt on this theory. It is true however that Bazalgette did spend some time in China, which is the main reason he is still considered as a possible candidate.
The last of the Big Four, as they have become known amongst Long Thomas theorists, is Matthew Lazenby, cuckold and purveyor of fine fudge and fudge related confectionery to the well heeled of 19th century London. It has been argued that the Ballad contains echos of Lazenbys dismay over loosing both his hair and virility at such a young age. In his diary, Matthew claims that he first started to loose his hair at the tender age of 7. Lazenby may have also felt excluded from the upper echelons of society due to his flame red hair. Superstition of the day held that such displays of strawberry blonde was the mark of the Devil himself. Whilst the upper classes were happy to consume his fudge by the pound, he may well have found it impossible to gain full acceptance, even after he made his fortune in the fudge trade. He was self taught, shunning formal education (although how someone who knows nothing is able to teach themselves anything remains a mystery) and it is also said that he held the Church of the day in deep distain. Despite his simple minded, almost oafish approach to life, it is the case that the themes of the Ballad do provide a good fit to Matthews life. Of course, the Ballad famously contains almost 100 references of either hats or wigs.
From this distance it will probably prove impossible to prove beyond doubt who the author of this great work was. As with so many mysteries, the lack of certainty has led to fertile grounds for speculation. My own favourite candidate? I would argue that the mysterious genius Mr C. Ride is the most likely author. But that is, as they say, quite another story.....
Monday, 9 January 2017
The Realitorium
As you can see by the post list, I have been woefully neglecting this blog! Doesn't time fly when you're breathing?
I don't usually approve of New Years resolutions, but as it is January I'm going to try and post both here and in my newer blog, The Realitorium. Only time will tell if I'm successful in such a pledge. Which, rather neatly brings us onto the subject of today's post.
I graduated from university back in 1997, as a mature student. It was something of an accident that led me to read philosophy at Uni in the first place. (Accident or the ineffable will of "Bob"?). Living in Hull during the '90's jobs were few and far between. The Government were doing their best to reduce the number of people on the official unemployment register and one of the methods they used was to offer people places on educational courses, which removed them from the unemployed statistics. So, I signed up and took four, one year courses; Law, World Religions, Sociology and Philosophy. Having left school with thoroughly average exam results, it was a chance to make my Curriculum Vitae look a little better.
I really enjoyed all the subjects but developed a particular interest in philosophy, especially as I was also reading the books of Robert Anti Wilson at the time. It was the philosophy lecturer that convinced me that I should apply to the local university, which I did.
Again I enjoyed most areas of philosophy we covered in the course and the department had a policy to encourage students to choose whatever appealled to them, as long as the total value of courses taken were above a certain threshold. I quickky became totally fascinated by the philosophy of mind and would have gone on to complete my Master's degree in that subject if it hadn't been for outside pressures.
At the time, philosophy of mind was a strictly philosophical debate. I had a particularly unpopular opinion that the problem of free will wasn't really a problem at all as we simply don't have free will - it is all just an illusion. What has been fascinating is how science has been catching up with philosophy over the years since I left university. Major advances in brain imaging has given science a real chance to solve such problems once and for all. Currently all the evidence seems to be against the possibility of free will and shows that we, like any other animal, do what we do because of the way we are wired.
The implications for such a view are far-reaching. Take, for example, crime and punishment. If someone didn't choose to commit an act, should we hold them accountable in the traditional sense? It raises the arguement that we should try and re-educate (re-wire) rather than punish.
I don't usually approve of New Years resolutions, but as it is January I'm going to try and post both here and in my newer blog, The Realitorium. Only time will tell if I'm successful in such a pledge. Which, rather neatly brings us onto the subject of today's post.
I graduated from university back in 1997, as a mature student. It was something of an accident that led me to read philosophy at Uni in the first place. (Accident or the ineffable will of "Bob"?). Living in Hull during the '90's jobs were few and far between. The Government were doing their best to reduce the number of people on the official unemployment register and one of the methods they used was to offer people places on educational courses, which removed them from the unemployed statistics. So, I signed up and took four, one year courses; Law, World Religions, Sociology and Philosophy. Having left school with thoroughly average exam results, it was a chance to make my Curriculum Vitae look a little better.
I really enjoyed all the subjects but developed a particular interest in philosophy, especially as I was also reading the books of Robert Anti Wilson at the time. It was the philosophy lecturer that convinced me that I should apply to the local university, which I did.
Again I enjoyed most areas of philosophy we covered in the course and the department had a policy to encourage students to choose whatever appealled to them, as long as the total value of courses taken were above a certain threshold. I quickky became totally fascinated by the philosophy of mind and would have gone on to complete my Master's degree in that subject if it hadn't been for outside pressures.
At the time, philosophy of mind was a strictly philosophical debate. I had a particularly unpopular opinion that the problem of free will wasn't really a problem at all as we simply don't have free will - it is all just an illusion. What has been fascinating is how science has been catching up with philosophy over the years since I left university. Major advances in brain imaging has given science a real chance to solve such problems once and for all. Currently all the evidence seems to be against the possibility of free will and shows that we, like any other animal, do what we do because of the way we are wired.
The implications for such a view are far-reaching. Take, for example, crime and punishment. If someone didn't choose to commit an act, should we hold them accountable in the traditional sense? It raises the arguement that we should try and re-educate (re-wire) rather than punish.
Wednesday, 25 February 2015
It's Going Well
The facsimile edition of the Scopae Mortuorum is coming along rather nicely. I've had to share my time between finishing off a small notebook, bound in an Apollo era Lunar map and writing a review for a book for a print magazine.
Several pages are now complete, with further work on the cover delayed until all the text is done. I'd hate to make a nice looking cover only to find that it's 1/8th inch too small
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