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ANDREW MIDDLETON
Sheffield, UK
Hello to the various vast writhing limbs
of the Kraken, and happy birthday to Russell, In Weirdos We Trust.
This is the first time I've got my act together and 4qated on the appointed
day. Left two sheets of yellow A4, one:
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I am the first of your line. I am the first
singer, the one who invented the lyre, the one to whom Hermes brought Eurydice
and perpetual guilt. I am your progenitor, I am the endlessly voyaging sorrow
that is always in you, I am that astonishment from which you write in those
brief moments when you can write.
from The Medusa
Frequency
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- under a copy of "Memoirs of a Geisha"
in a branch of Waterstones contained in the vast shopatropolis Meadowhall -
'Meadowhell' to the locals - in Sheffield.
Also left this one in the cafe at the
Millenium Gallery in Sheffield Town centre. It's not a particularly deep
quotation, just one that makes me smile:
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Working for Classic Comics wasn't too
bad...it was one of many bright and tastefully decorated places in London
where people can neither speak or write English and they say concept when
they mean idea.
from The Medusa
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plus for good measure:
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Don't come the deconstructionist with me,
you ponce!
from The Medusa
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- which isn't a phrase you hear uttered
every day.
I would have left this somewhere -
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What a ponderous labour is war, what
preparations must be made years and years before the first blow is struck!
Decades before the first battle must the first engines of war be brought
into play: the first engines of war are men and women, they are the hammer
and the anvil that in the heat of their action make soldiers. In order
that the dead may be heaped on the walls and roofs and in the streets and
houses of Jerusalem in 1099 there must be heavy coupling from about 1060
onwards among Christians and Muslims both.
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- but was afflicted with paranoid
imaginings about a) a child reading it, showing it to their over-sensitive
parents and outrage ensuing or b) the subject matter being misintrepreted as
some subversive comment on current political events, and hence police in black
with guns kicking in my door (and outrage ensuing).
I dare say neither of the above is
remotely likely, but I just think that way because I'm afraid that other
people think that way. Remember that artist who was arrested under the
Terrorism Act for placing very unbomb-like collage artworks on a London
street? The folk in charge of public and commercial spaces are (to an extent
understandably) very highly strung right now, and I think I picked up on that
mood. Sad, innit?
Cheers,
Andrew
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