070124.Wells, How Did I Get Up Here?

January 24, 2007 at 12:34 AM | Posted in Architecture, somerset, Stained Glass, Wells | 12 Comments

 Or how do I get down? Oh, never mind. There’s someone down there I can call to.

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>STOP CALLING ME!

>Kate, this is the police. The call was coming from WITHIN the Bishop’s Close. Stay where you are, we’re on our way now….Kate? Kate, are you still there?!

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070123.Bath, The Tragic Treasury-13

January 23, 2007 at 12:00 AM | Posted in Bath | 8 Comments

This is from a while ago, obviously. But for the series, everything’s been leading up to this point: this is the best song of the bunch.

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This photo was taken a long time ago. Shipwrecked by the Gothic Archies:

I can’t think of a single thing I’d rather do
then be cast away on an island with you.
No, I can’t think of anything more heavenly
than to have you shipwrecked on a tropical island with me.
Shipwrecked with you
Shipwrecked with you
I can’t think of a single thing I’d rather do
than be cast away on an island with you

 

Far from distractions and matters of state,
we can quit smoking and quickly lose weight,
sleeping till noon and then staying up late,
at latitude zero and longitude eight

 

I am a gentleman: should you get hurt,
I’ll make a tourniquet out of my shirt.
You needn’t do much, just sit there and flirt,
and if it looks drizzly, I’ll build us a yurt

 

I can’t think of a single thing I’d rather do,
and that’s why I had to get rid of the crew.
So I lopped off their heads and dropped them in the sea
just to have you shipwrecked on a tropical island with me
Shipwrecked with you
Shipwrecked with you
I can’t think of a single thing I’d rather do
and that’s why I decapitated the crew.

 

How could I know there’s no island nearby?
If I don’t eat something soon, I’ll just die
I wouldn’t eat you, oh, never, not I
so let’s catch a shark and I’ll make us a pie!

 

What shall we use for bait? Lend me your hand.
I’ll sew it back on when we get to land
but if the shark takes it, then that would be grand,
(because we won’t starve to death; you understand.)

 

I can’t think of a single thing I wouldn’t do
to end up shipwrecked on an island with you.
No, there’s nobody I wouldn’t kill – nobody –
just to have you shipwrecked on a tropical island with me
Shipwrecked with you
Shipwrecked with you
I can’t think of a single thing I’d rather do
to end up shipwrecked on an island with you…again.

 

Hey, I won’t be checking this very often for another day or two but will get back to everyone after that. (Below, Hugh Laughlin’s “Desert Island” Sunset Lake installation (2006) in upstate New York. The two trespassers were not part of the installation)

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070122.Widcombe, The Tragic Treasury-12

January 22, 2007 at 12:12 AM | Posted in Bath | 9 Comments

CONEHEAD! This is a carving on the Church Room Institute in Widcombe, Bath.

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Things are not what they appear
Starting with a mother’s love
When a helping hand comes near
It becomes an empty glove
Things are not what they appear
Starting with your hopes and dreams
Just one thing in life is clear:
Nothing’s ever what it seems

 

Even babies lie
And the stars don’t cry.

 

Nothing’s ever what it seems
People lie from ear to ear
Just to help their little teams
Which are not what they appear
We are wrong to being with,
Even if we are sincere
Truth is just a useful myth
Things are not what they appear

 

Even babies steal
And the stars don’t squeal…

 

Even babies kill
And the stars are still.

 

–“Things Are Not What They Appear” by the Gothic Archies.
Hey everybody, I won’t be checking this very often for a week or two but will get back to everyone after that.

070121.Wells, The Tragic Treasury-11

January 21, 2007 at 12:12 AM | Posted in Architecture | 6 Comments

Again, another Phillip Jackson statue set at the Bishop’s Palace, Cathedral Close. A weather update: the winds died down two days ago but picked up last night. Old new, right? Today, it was warm and sunny…and I mean T-shirt weather warm (it’s been like this for a week now). Anyway, today at a little before four in typical English fashion, the sun suddenly disappears, the skies grow dark, the birds shut up and then out of nowhere it starts hailing. Real hail, people, small but real. And just like that, it’s cold again.

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A million mushrooms fill the field
where marchers’ bodies lately fell
More marchers, marching heavy-heeled
release more spores, that march as well

 

across the twilit charnel ground
and over long-bewildered farms,
through palaces where not a sound
is heard, though there should be alarms

 

But winter comes, and only ice
is crushed beneath the marching feet
In all the land, where once was rice
there now is nothing fit to eat

 

Except mushrooms, which nourish not
the body, nourish not the mind
and often poison. Eating rot,
the marchers march, insane and blind.

070120.Bath, The Tragic Treasury-10.

January 20, 2007 at 12:05 AM | Posted in Architecture, Bath, somerset, towns | 7 Comments

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How do you Slow this thing down?
How do you make this thing slow down?

 

We tried to brake,
by saying, “Must be some mistake!”
Problem unsolved,
we said, “Don’t make me get involved!”

 

How do you Slow this thing down?
How do you make this thing slow down?

 

We tried to slow
it down by shrieking, “No, no, no!”
We tried to halt
by whimpering, “It’s not my fault.”

 

How do you Slow this thing down?
How do you make this thing slow down?

 

It’s not fair,
we’ve tried all kinds of prayer….
We tried science,
it sped up in defiance….

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Huzzah for 10,000 on TTT10!

070119.Bath, The Tragic Treasury-9

January 19, 2007 at 12:52 AM | Posted in Actors in Period Costumes, Architecture, Bath, Bath Abbey, Cathedrals and churches, Columns, Corinthian Order, Cows, people, Sculpture, somerset | 5 Comments

You wouldn’t believe how windy it was yesterday. The whole building’s been shaking, not sure if it’s connected with this storm system. I don’t watch the news or read local papers. (Photo taken earlier.) A construction barricade/fence blew down three days ago (?). It had been attached to some stone facing on the first level of the campus bar – pulled it off (or at least it was on the ground with the attached fence…). It’s crazy living up on a hill in this….and loud! European DPs posting about the weather include: ** Arradon ** Brighton ** Budapest ** Hamburg ** Hyde ** Nottingham ** Rotterdam ** Vantaa ** Villigen

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People gawk at the way you walk,
you’re a freakshow!
People squawk ‘bout the way you talk,
you’re a freakshow!
People stare at your scary hair,
you’re a freakshow!
People glare at that hat you wear
you’re a freakshow!

 

Real people want to know
what it is about your face that irritates them so.
Real people stop and ask
why you wear that costume, and why don’t you wear a mask?

 

Normal folk think you’re just a joke
and a freakshow!
Normal types cross the street for swipes
at the freakshow!
Even birds stop to drop their turds
on the freakshow
Even geeks, even other freaks
hate the freakshow

 

Real people fume and seethe
how you dare to share the air the public has to breathe.
Real people ask you why,
with a face like you’ve got, won’t you just lie down and….

 

Real people look on you
like something unpleasant for the garbage crew to do.
Real people question how
someone took a lobster’s face and put it on a cow.
Real people say har, har,
as a monster movie actor you could be a star
And soon…you are!

–“Freakshow” by the Gothic Archies.

Hey, I won’t be checking this very often for a week or two but will get back to everyone after that.

070118.Bath, The Tragic Treasury-8

January 18, 2007 at 12:26 AM | Posted in Architecture, Bath, Ionic Order, Light and Shadow, somerset | 7 Comments

John Wood the Elders’ General Hospital (1738-1742)

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Smile!
No one cares how you feel.
Be vicious, vain and vile.
Everything’s yours to steal
if you’ll just
smile.
Have you no dignity?
Have you no sense of style?
You’ll never be pretty
until you smile

 

Smile!
No one cares how you feel
There’s a world to beguile
You can make this world kneel
if you’ll just
smile
Always the best disguise
A liscense to defile
Everyone you despise
will die, so
smile.

–“Smile, No One Cares How You Feel”by the Gothic Archies.

Hey, I won’t be checking this very often for a week or two but will get back to everyone after that.

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