<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027</id><updated>2011-11-30T20:27:12.149Z</updated><title type='text'>NOWHERE BUT E17</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-8220762913836236368</id><published>2011-08-23T16:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T16:02:31.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nowhere to be measured with steel tapes</title><content type='html'>'Indeed, it &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;rather an odd sight, the old lady perched on top of an aluminium step-ladder, apparently gazing into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/08/field-student-of-explanations.html"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or measuring the desert with steel tapes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Chatwin, 'Maria Reiche: The Riddle of the Pampa', in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I DOING HERE (Picador,1989), p.99.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-8220762913836236368?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/8220762913836236368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/08/nowhere-to-be-measured-with-steel-tapes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/8220762913836236368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/8220762913836236368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/08/nowhere-to-be-measured-with-steel-tapes.html' title='nowhere to be measured with steel tapes'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-1539444682131255250</id><published>2011-06-18T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:46:03.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nowhere near the atrium</title><content type='html'>'If enough witnesses testified they saw Christie at the time of the shooting and he was &lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/06/field-student-of-ultra-stinking-violets.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; near the atrium the case against him would be dismissed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J G Ballard, Kingdom Come. p.261&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-1539444682131255250?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1539444682131255250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/06/nowhere-near-atrium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/1539444682131255250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/1539444682131255250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/06/nowhere-near-atrium.html' title='nowhere near the atrium'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-8567081909067587162</id><published>2011-06-06T07:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T07:56:47.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nowhere near the field of the marsh</title><content type='html'>'From this standpoint, one would expect to find that transitional beings are particularly polluting, since they are neither one thing nor another; or may be both; or neither here nor there, or may even be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/06/field-student-of-tables-and-ssssis.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;nowhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (in terms of any recognized cultural topography), and are at the very least "betwixt and between" all the recognized fixed points in space time of structural classification'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turner, V. 1986. The Forest of Symbols. Aspects of Ndumbu Ritual: Cornell University Press.&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5, Betwixt and Between: The Liminal Period in &lt;i&gt;Rites de Passage - p.97&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-8567081909067587162?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/8567081909067587162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/06/nowhere-near-field-of-marsh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/8567081909067587162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/8567081909067587162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/06/nowhere-near-field-of-marsh.html' title='nowhere near the field of the marsh'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-5634535729244031935</id><published>2011-05-18T07:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T07:55:43.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nowhere to be immaculate</title><content type='html'>'Around me the residential streets were still silent, the suburbs of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/05/field-student-of-folkwang-konzept.html"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, immaculate pavilions that reminded me of the stylish tombs on the mortuary island in the Venice lagoon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J G Ballard, Kingdom Come. p.137.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-5634535729244031935?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5634535729244031935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/05/nowhere-to-be-immaculate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/5634535729244031935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/5634535729244031935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/05/nowhere-to-be-immaculate.html' title='nowhere to be immaculate'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-8967504014527455025</id><published>2011-03-31T23:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:39:18.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere to think in terms of abstract space</title><content type='html'>'It is an expensive and ugly testimony to the fact that, when men think in terms of abstract space rather than real place, of single rather than multiple meanings, and of political aspirations instead of human needs, they tend to produce miles of jerry-built &lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/03/field-student-of-meat-and-polutry.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;w&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;r&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, infested with Volkswagens.'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Hughes, The Shock of the New, (1980) p.211.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-8967504014527455025?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/8967504014527455025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-think-in-terms-of-abstract.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/8967504014527455025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/8967504014527455025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-think-in-terms-of-abstract.html' title='Nowhere to think in terms of abstract space'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-7640385951786013995</id><published>2011-03-28T23:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:36:41.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere to go but over the moon</title><content type='html'>'Christie was &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/03/field-student-of-moonstroke.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; near the mezzanine.'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J G Ballard. Kingdom Come. p.47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-7640385951786013995?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7640385951786013995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-go-but-over-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/7640385951786013995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/7640385951786013995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-go-but-over-moon.html' title='Nowhere to go but over the moon'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-3440086141327926104</id><published>2011-03-19T16:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:29:00.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere to stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Thence I went, by the shortest road... towards a point which necessarily led me through Tottenham Court Road: I stopped &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/01/field-student-walk-dark-path.html"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and walked fast; yet so it was that in Tottenham Court Road I was not overtaken by (that was comprehensible), but overtook Walking Stewart.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;de Quincey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iain Sinclair, Edge of the Orison. p.106.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-3440086141327926104?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/3440086141327926104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/3440086141327926104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/3440086141327926104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-stop.html' title='Nowhere to stop'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-783503545898226215</id><published>2011-03-18T16:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-18T16:14:44.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere but off the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Perhaps because &lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/01/field-student-of-e17-never-walks-alone.html"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt; in Britain is more than a day’s drive from anywhere else if you put your mind to it, the UK road film is generally a species of art cinema, the inner journey of the traveller transfiguring the discovery of the landscape.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://found0bjects.blogspot.com/2011/03/uk-road-film.html"&gt;http://found0bjects.blogspot.com/2011/03/uk-road-film.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-783503545898226215?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/783503545898226215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-but-off-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/783503545898226215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/783503545898226215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-but-off-road.html' title='Nowhere but off the road'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-338226910214931793</id><published>2011-03-15T21:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:04:50.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere to be found phonetically</title><content type='html'>'An umbilical cord. Only Samuel Beckett got the relationship right: Lucky and Pozzo, strangers, arriving from &lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/03/field-student-of-counter-cultural.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;, to deliver their lines and depart.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iain Sinclair, Edge of the Orison. p.300&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-338226910214931793?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/338226910214931793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-be-found-in-phonics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/338226910214931793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/338226910214931793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-be-found-in-phonics.html' title='Nowhere to be found phonetically'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-3164914486964971992</id><published>2011-03-14T17:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:27:00.381Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere in the timeless moment</title><content type='html'>'Here the intersection of the timeless moment&lt;div&gt;Is England and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/01/nearly-2-years-ago-i-cycled-around.html"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;T S Eliot, Little Gidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Iain Sinclair, Edge of the Orison, p.342&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-3164914486964971992?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/3164914486964971992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-in-timeless-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/3164914486964971992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/3164914486964971992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-in-timeless-moment.html' title='Nowhere in the timeless moment'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-6637549146369026256</id><published>2011-03-12T17:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:11:00.245Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere to howl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'It would be a mistake to suggest that their work sprang from &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2010/12/howlers-at-moon.html"&gt;NOWHERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;, separate from a network of influences and ideas in the arts'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Johanna Drucker, The Century of Artists Books, p.71&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-6637549146369026256?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/6637549146369026256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-howl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/6637549146369026256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/6637549146369026256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-howl.html' title='Nowhere to howl'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-1979291653622919296</id><published>2011-03-11T17:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:05:00.638Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere in a cacophonous sepia storm</title><content type='html'>'The great wind from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2010/12/field-studys-man-is-lost-in-walthamstow.html"&gt;Nowhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of October 1987: I awoke in a sepia dawn to a cacophony of tortured metal; through the Venetian blind slats I could see that six by three foot panels were being torn from the scaffolding on the old LCC block opposite'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will Self, Psycho Too, p.13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-1979291653622919296?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1979291653622919296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-in-cacophonous-sepia-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/1979291653622919296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/1979291653622919296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-in-cacophonous-sepia-storm.html' title='Nowhere in a cacophonous sepia storm'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-50223993449580057</id><published>2011-03-10T10:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:13:00.693Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere to find continuity</title><content type='html'>'as I rode along I reflected that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/02/field-student-finds.html"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the world was there such continuity as in the Arabian desert.'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilfred Thesinger, in Will Self, Psycho Too, p.42&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-50223993449580057?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/50223993449580057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-find-continuity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/50223993449580057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/50223993449580057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-find-continuity.html' title='Nowhere to find continuity'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-9027236957930159785</id><published>2011-03-09T10:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:09:00.612Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere near the beauty</title><content type='html'>'For pictures, small or great, if beautiful, ought not to be painted on leaves of books, to be worn with service; and pictures, small or great, not beautiful, should be painted &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/02/field-student-of-walthamstows-dark.html"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Ruskin, Lectures on Art. No. 143.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-9027236957930159785?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/9027236957930159785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-near-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/9027236957930159785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/9027236957930159785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-near-beauty.html' title='Nowhere near the beauty'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-2844351448804276017</id><published>2011-03-08T09:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:53:00.534Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere but in the follies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Madness did not come on him suddenly, out of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/02/field-student-recognizes-folly-of-his.html"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iain Sinclair, Edge of the Orison, p.98&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-2844351448804276017?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2844351448804276017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-but-in-follies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/2844351448804276017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/2844351448804276017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-but-in-follies.html' title='Nowhere but in the follies'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-1180114189565837549</id><published>2011-03-07T09:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-07T09:46:00.320Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere to be seen studying dragons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'The modern European squatter, that pierced and patched mutant of the past 25 years, is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/03/field-student-ventures-into-foothills.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to be seen.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aaron Lake Smith, Vive Le Tamac Nine!, 'Vice' Vol' 8 No.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-1180114189565837549?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1180114189565837549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-be-seen-studying-dragons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/1180114189565837549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/1180114189565837549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-be-seen-studying-dragons.html' title='Nowhere to be seen studying dragons'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-248888826196661932</id><published>2011-03-06T09:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:38:00.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere more than a narrow path of studies</title><content type='html'>'The houses crowded in upon a roadway that was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/03/field-student-of-be-u-lah-pa-th.html"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;more than twenty feet wide and in places narrowed to twelve.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Hanson, The Dreadful Judgement. The True Story of the Great Fire of London, p.41&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-248888826196661932?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/248888826196661932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-more-than-narrow-path-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/248888826196661932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/248888826196661932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-more-than-narrow-path-of.html' title='Nowhere more than a narrow path of studies'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-2108418636578065240</id><published>2011-03-05T09:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:35:43.769Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere to search for a fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'There is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/03/field-student-searches-for-fact.html"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of any consequence between High Beech and Mary Joyce's Glinton.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Iain Sinclair, Edge of the Orison, p.120.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-2108418636578065240?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2108418636578065240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-search-for-fact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/2108418636578065240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/2108418636578065240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-to-search-for-fact.html' title='Nowhere to search for a fact'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-2684700681830225387</id><published>2011-02-02T15:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:10:14.982Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere to complain</title><content type='html'>'He introduced activism to the field of urbanism, something that &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/02/field-student-complains.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to&lt;/span&gt; be found among the surrealist dreamers, who were too passive, too ready to let themselves go, carried away by chance or the unconscious'&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Kaufman, The Poetics of the Derive, 2001.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-2684700681830225387?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2684700681830225387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/02/nowhere-to-complain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/2684700681830225387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/2684700681830225387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/02/nowhere-to-complain.html' title='Nowhere to complain'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-7027409499208935488</id><published>2011-01-30T15:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:54:58.544Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere near Railway Terrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Situationists' combination of cultural means and revolutionary ends has been influential &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/2011/01/field-student-of-relevantly-dated-blank.html"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more so than in Paris's 1968 student uprising when Situationist slogans were painted on the walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-7027409499208935488?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7027409499208935488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/01/nowhere-near-railway-terrace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/7027409499208935488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/7027409499208935488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2011/01/nowhere-near-railway-terrace.html' title='Nowhere near Railway Terrace'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-3667822623780003783</id><published>2010-12-22T15:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-22T15:49:31.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere to be sung to the tune of Roud #6294</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Nowhere but E17' has been handed over to 'Lost and Found in E17'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.julianbeere2011.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-3667822623780003783?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/3667822623780003783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2010/12/nowhere-to-be-sung-to-tune-of-auld-lang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/3667822623780003783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/3667822623780003783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2010/12/nowhere-to-be-sung-to-tune-of-auld-lang.html' title='Nowhere to be sung to the tune of Roud #6294'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040084551233894027.post-458628144497801034</id><published>2010-08-11T17:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:19:24.117Z</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere to be found welcoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0mO5YHD5s0/TGLSgRLalvI/AAAAAAAAC94/zVnuGA19rk4/s1600/PICT8255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504193146409096946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0mO5YHD5s0/TGLSgRLalvI/AAAAAAAAC94/zVnuGA19rk4/s400/PICT8255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This little alien, a finch or budgerigar I believe, perched on the brink of Walthamstow - a fugitive at small? It had flown in tantalising orbits about me - so close at times I might have grabbed it or held out a finger for it to rest on. Later that night, on return to my chamber in the dreamspace of nowhere but E17 I dreamt it sang, News from Nowhere, backwards, verbatim (as if I'd know! Well I seemed to be very familiar with the utopian tome in my dreams - where else?). I swear obscenely this dream is as true as a dream can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0mO5YHD5s0/TGLSgABDqiI/AAAAAAAAC9w/48LeUYH7wlI/s1600/PICT8263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504193141802248738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0mO5YHD5s0/TGLSgABDqiI/AAAAAAAAC9w/48LeUYH7wlI/s400/PICT8263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to stretch my thoroughly English bound tongue, to utter some sort of pidgin budgie babble - and lo! Lo and behold! The caged larks ascended in a fabulous pastoral chorus - singing into being a bridge across the mighty Ching, welcoming me across into the dangling gardens of Walthamstow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O paradise allotment - so edible a welcome, enchanted this entrance so befitting a stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look! Stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_This_Island"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_This_Island&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0mO5YHD5s0/TGLSfTCh8zI/AAAAAAAAC9o/n-naAQoYM8w/s1600/PICT8350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504193129728832306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0mO5YHD5s0/TGLSfTCh8zI/AAAAAAAAC9o/n-naAQoYM8w/s400/PICT8350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ayjay.tumblr.com/post/146118519/w-h-auden-paysage-moralise"&gt;http://ayjay.tumblr.com/post/146118519/w-h-auden-paysage-moralise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2003/nov/15/fromthearchives.whauden"&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2003/nov/15/fromthearchives.whauden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look stranger - who am I to welcome someone or thing, even you, to Walthamstow? I have been trying to find, in the vast expanse of my immaterial mind, a working answer to this compelling question (at least a question, if not &lt;em&gt;an issue&lt;/em&gt;) of identity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I propose walking along an entire boundary of Walthamstow, in one direction and then another. During these walks, to which you are not and were not invited, I will be unwelcoming to any person who bears some subtle resemblance to me - e.g. if you have or even look like you have a toothache, I will in no uncertain terms tell you to get lost. I shall patrol the fringe of this local art festival, a one man - person - unwelcoming committee - telling you where to go in my most fluent budgerigar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00t9f0b"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00t9f0b&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough of this absurdity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another of the artists contributing to, Common Grounds, is Tribasia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribasia.com/"&gt;http://www.tribasia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Tribasia will be presenting a slideshow and talk at Forest Recycling Project on Sunday 5th September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beyond the Mekong: The Colourful Cultures&lt;br /&gt;of Minority Groups.&lt;br /&gt;4.30 – 5.30pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRP community space &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4040084551233894027-458628144497801034?l=julianbeere2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/feeds/458628144497801034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2010/08/nowhere-to-be-found-welcoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/458628144497801034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4040084551233894027/posts/default/458628144497801034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianbeere2010.blogspot.com/2010/08/nowhere-to-be-found-welcoming.html' title='Nowhere to be found welcoming'/><author><name>Lost and Found in E17</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F0mO5YHD5s0/TGLSgRLalvI/AAAAAAAAC94/zVnuGA19rk4/s72-c/PICT8255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
