David Jones, artist and poet (1895-1974) begins his PREFACE TO THE ANATHEMATA :

'I have made a heap of all that I could find.' (1) So wrote Nennius, or whoever composed the introductory matter to Historia Brittonum. He speaks of an 'inward wound' which was caused by the fear that certain things dear to him 'should be like smoke dissipated'. Further, he says, 'not trusting my own learning, which is none at all, but partly from writings and monuments of the ancient inhabitants of Britain, partly from the annals of the Romans and the chronicles of the sacred fathers, Isidore, Hieronymous, Prosper, Eusebius and from the histories of the Scots and Saxons although our enemies . . . I have lispingly put together this . . . about past transactions, that [this material] might not be trodden under foot'. (2)

(1) The actual words are coacervavi omne quod inveni, and occur in Prologue 2 to the Historia.
(2) Quoted from the translation of Prologue 1. See The Works of Gildas and Nennius, J.A.Giles, London 1841.


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08 December 2016

UPDATE : Let ALL The Flowers Flow!


At a time when gates are being closed to people and trade; when walls ["I WILL BUILD A GREAT WALL"] are being raised rather than tumbled down; and when damning and down-stream water security is increasingly a matter of vital (life!) concern for many... we were interested last weekend to revisit one community's 1982 street banner, paraded in support of the (1976-1983) NO DAMS IN S-W TASMANIA and SAVE THE FRANKLIN campaigns.

Daylesford & District Historical Society Inc
Facebook : 4 December 2016
Margaret Leunig and Dianne Parsons spoke at the Museum on the occasion of their handing over the 1981-2003 Daylesford Embroidered Banners Project archive. The group photograph is of those people attending who contributed letters to the project.
     
The bloke in the photo, who had also stitched an alphabet letter, is holding a scroll from the LET THE RIVERS FLOW banner.

Below, the assembled banner leans against the old Victoria Hotel, ready for the 1982 New Years's Eve Parade : 6 painted scrolls, 16 letters, sign writing, a display structure and willing carriers.


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  A bit more about that black and white scroll. This is it in the 
  studio, a week before the parade.


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 As well as the meandering black flower, there was also a text 
 written in pencil, extracts from the book "Anti-Oedipus" :


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The full quotation :
Desiring-machines are binary machines, obeying a binary law or set of rules governing associations: one machine is always coupled with another. The productive synthesis, the production of production, is inherently connective in nature: "and . . ." "and then . . ." This is because there is always a flow-producing machine, and another machine connected to it that interrupts or draws off part of this flow (the breast—the mouth). And because the first machine is in turn connected to another whose flow it interrupts or partially drains off, the binary series is linear in every direction. Desire constantly couples continuous flows and partial objects that are by nature fragmentary and fragmented. Desire causes the current to flow, itself flows in turn, and breaks the flows. "I love everything that flows, even the menstrual flow that carries away the seed unfecund."* Amniotic fluid spilling out of the sac and kidney stones; flowing hair; a flow of spittle, a flow of sperm, shit, urine that are produced by partial objects and constantly cut off by other partial objects, which in turn produce other flows, interrupted by other partial objects. Every "object" presupposes the continuity of a flow; every flow, the fragmentation of the object. Doubtless each organ-machine interprets the entire world from the perspective of its own flux, from the point of view of the energy that flows from it: the eye interprets everything—speaking, understanding, shitting, fucking—in terms of seeing. But a connection with another machine is always established, along a transverse path, so that one machine interrupts the current of the other or "sees" its own current interrupted.

*Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer, Ch. 13. See in this same chapter the celebration of desire-as-flux expressed in the phrase: ". . . and my guts spilled out in a grand schizophrenic rush, an evacuation that leaves me face to face with the Absolute."

           
Hence the coupling that takes place within the partial object-flow connective synthesis also has another form: product/producing. Producing is always something "grafted onto" the product; and for that reason desiring-production is production of production, just as every machine is a machine connected to another machine. We cannot accept the idealist category of "expression" as a satisfactory or sufficient explanation of this phenomenon. We cannot, we must not attempt to describe the schizophrenic object without relating it to the process of production.

       
Richard Lindner - Boy with Machine (1954)       

The satisfaction the handyman experiences when he plugs something into an electric socket or diverts a stream of water can scarcely be explained in terms of "playing mommy and daddy," or by the pleasure of violating a taboo. The rule of continually producing production, of grafting producing onto the product, is a characteristic of desiring-machines or of primary production: the production of production. A painting by Richard Lindner, "Boy with Machine," shows a huge, pudgy, bloated boy working one of his little desiring-machines, after having hooked it up to a vast technical social machine—which, as we shall see, is what even the very young child does.
- extracts from :
Anti-Oedipus by Deleuze & Guattari (Publ. French 1972, English 1977)
from The Desiring-Machines, Ch.1 (translated by Helen R. Lane, Robert Hurley, and Mark Seem)
Also on the scroll, the now-familiar formal meta-Title
as we follow the flow
to the see :
LET THE RIVERS FLOW
LET ALL THE RIVERS FLOW
LET ALL THE FLOWERS FLOW

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Banner at the ready --
    flowing flowing flowing 
        keep them doggies rollin'...

Daylesford Community Banner Project, 1982  
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 A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
 someone looks at something... 
         
 LOGOS/HA HA


POST SCRIPT : On 5 March 1983, the Australian Labor Party won the federal election with a large swing. The new prime ministerBob Hawke, had vowed to stop the dam from being constructed, and the anti-dam vote increased Hawke's majority - some federal Victorian seats were notable for having a strong interest in the issue . However, in Tasmania, the vote went against the national trend and the Liberals held all five seats. Hawke's government first passed regulations under the existing National Parks and Wildlife Conservation Act 1975, and then passed the World Heritage Properties Conservation Act 1983, which prohibited Franklin River dam-related clearing, excavation and building activities that had been authorised by Tasmanian state legislation.
However, the Tasmanian government ignored both the federal regulations and legislation and continued to order work on the dam. The issue was brought before the High Court with the first day of hearings on 31 May 1983... (continues here)

   

18 December 2015

for Jeff and Cath


Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,   
The only moving thing   
Was the eye of the blackbird.   

II
I was of three minds,   
Like a tree   
In which there are three blackbirds.   

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.   
It was a small part of the pantomime.   

IV
A man and a woman   
Are one.   
A man and a woman and a blackbird   
Are one.   

V
I do not know which to prefer,   
The beauty of inflections   
Or the beauty of innuendoes,   
The blackbird whistling   
Or just after.   

VI
Icicles filled the long window   
With barbaric glass.   
The shadow of the blackbird   
Crossed it, to and fro.   
The mood   
Traced in the shadow   
An indecipherable cause.   

VII
O thin men of Haddam,   
Why do you imagine golden birds?   
Do you not see how the blackbird   
Walks around the feet   
Of the women about you?   

VIII
I know noble accents   
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;   
But I know, too,   
That the blackbird is involved   
In what I know.   

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,   
It marked the edge   
Of one of many circles.   

X
At the sight of blackbirds   
Flying in a green light,   
Even the bawds of euphony   
Would cry out sharply.   

XI
He rode over Connecticut   
In a glass coach.   
Once, a fear pierced him,   
In that he mistook   
The shadow of his equipage   
For blackbirds.   

XII
The river is moving.   
The blackbird must be flying.   

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.   
It was snowing   
And it was going to snow.   
The blackbird sat   
In the cedar-limbs.
   
detail
A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
someone looks at something...

LOGOS/HA HA 
                 
 
            

17 March 2015

Dear Diary

       
Yesterday a quick trip to Melbourne. 
       

   
Conversation with Mr D for several hours - art, Australia, history, everything. Then to ACCA for Juliana Engberg in conversation with the artist designer bookseller and curator of NEW15 Matt Hinkley and three of the artists in that exhibition: Ash Kilmartin, George Egerton-Warburton, Kate Newby.
       
This is the last of Juliana's NEW@ACCA series. Over the period of her ACCA directorship, these annual presentations have formally introduced about 100 artists, she said. In April, Juliana will take on her own NEW role as Programme Director for the European Capital of Culture Aarhus 2017. 
        
We remember when Juliana arrived at the Ewing & George Paton Galleries as the NEW assistant there. Here's Juliana with Christine (on the ladder) installing Daylesford Embroidered Banners, 1984.


    
'A day for little things, no doubt, but who would dare despise it?' (Zechariah 3:1-4:14)
     
NEW15 artist Kate Newby's contribution includes some 'pocket sculptures' (below) which she has given to the curator and her fellow artists, to be returned at the exhibition's conclusion with some reckoning of their play in the world over that time.

         

            
Ash Kilmartin showed me her Kate Newby pocket sculpture collection, held in trust, including a silver cast hairpin, along with some similar size findings and devisings of her own : Matt has divined here a distinctive zeitgeist sensibility. These we regarded and discussed. 

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 detail
 A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
 someone looks at something...
  
 LOGOS/HA HA


 

26 January 2015

The Tongue that Spoke the World into Being

        
La Langue, French, is both tongue and language

The Logos, from the Greek, refers variously to the Word of God, the Christ... and (also our) Speaking the World into Being

bLOGOS/HA HA is all of the above plus burps and blots and laughs and farts and dribbles and
         
1904 : words of Marie, script, flowing to the see


   
to observe the life cycle - Bonne Fete - of her friend Miss Jeanne at the House of the Water Castle (Villa du chateau d'eau), Bort.
                   

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                       .  .  .  .
     
Today is variously known in Australia as Australia Day and Invasion Day. 

"It was like a church turned inside out." 

Christine recounting her experience of Uluru
         
                       .  .  .  .
     
In the Beginning 

               the circle

               the sun bright and looking out 
               and the moon often inward
               both within

Then the Terrible Twos when

               one day the circle stuck it's tongue out
               stuck it out so far 
               it went all the way round

Now the sun and moon inside and out

               such fun to see the rivers run...


         
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A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
someone looks at something...

LOGOS/HA HA
   
 
       

03 September 2013

The only moving thing

         
One of Christine's favorite poets was Wallace Stevens. 

We had this one in common :
 
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

I

Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

II

I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

III

The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV

A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V

I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI

Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

VII

O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII

I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

IX

When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X

At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI

He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII

The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

XIII

It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
   
     
detail
A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
someone looks at something ...
 
LOGOS/HA HA
     
        

And another such, from recently departed Seamus Heaney - you can listen to him read it here.
      
            
St Kevin and the blackbird
         
And then there was St Kevin and the blackbird.
The saint is kneeling, arms stretched out, inside
His cell, but the cell is narrow, so
      
One turned-up palm is out the window, stiff

As a crossbeam, when a blackbird lands
and Lays in it and settles down to nest.
            
Kevin feels the warm eggs, the small breast, the tucked

Neat head and claws and, finding himself linked
Into the network of eternal life,
         
Is moved to pity: now he must hold his hand

Like a branch out in the sun and rain for weeks
Until the young are hatched and fledged and flown.
         
*

          
And since the whole thing’s imagined anyhow,

Imagine being Kevin. Which is he?
Self-forgetful or in agony all the time
      
From the neck on out down through his hurting forearms?

Are his fingers sleeping? Does he still feel his knees?
Or has the shut-eyed blank of underearth
        
Crept up through him? Is there distance in his head?

Alone and mirrored clear in love’s deep river,
‘To labour and not to seek reward,’ he prays,
      
A prayer his body makes entirely

For he has forgotten self, forgotten bird
And on the riverbank forgotten the river’s name.
       
     
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A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
someone looks at something ...
 
LOGOS/HA HA


        


02 September 2013

Christine's first anniversary

    
Second day of Spring, the winter blanket lifts. 

Today a blue sky, as it was a year ago. 

Chris read widely and deeply. This found form in the extremes of her 12 years of five cancers - five major operations, chemotherapy, radiotherapy, the awaiting and receiving of test results, and the continuing - when she spoke with rare expression.

At the start of this lot, as she awoke from the exploratory operation turned seven hour surgery: 
"I am in a cauldron of pain."

Twelve years later, days before the end:
C : "I feel as if I have the bounty of the world upon me."
P : "What do you mean?"
C : "I feel so lucky."

Thank you again to all who loved and cared for Chris. 
 

  
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 A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
 someone looks at something ...
 
 LOGOS/HA HA


      

08 October 2012

Office of bLOGOS/HA HA re-opens

 .
A minute's silence.



Then staff return to work.


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Today we must catch up on some recent stories.
[ Always, some are more diligent than others. )


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A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/

someone looks at something ...


LOGOS/HA HA


     

02 October 2012

Christine Joy Stokes

          
       
- 12 June 1948 -


- 2 September 2012 -
           
from time to time 
more photos of Chris 
will be added here
       

Christine, British Passport photo - March 1972


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First page of the photo album Chris compiled in the early 1980s.
     
Chris on the pebble beach of hometown Felixstowe,
England - circa 1949. Then in the 1970s.
Peter in grounded highchair - Bendigo, 1950. Then in the 1970s.

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Arrival at "Bonzaview" - either December 1975 or February 1976.
Chris and Peter take turns to carry each other across the threshold.

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Christine and her father Les   c.1980s
  
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Christine at the opening by Don Dunstan (pictured) of the Daylesford Arts Co-O, early 1980.
Top left, an embroidery by Chris : the letter E formed of the opening notes of John Lennon's IMAGINE

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     Christine at Art Projects, 1983
     

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  Stokes family at Bonzaview, Christmas 2007
Christine with Harley - Joy with Susie - Richard

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A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
someone looks at something ...


LOGOS/HA HA