My review of Daphne is up here:
Go see or watch on BFI player x x
There are two guys fighting on the street.
One is in a car
head twisted back,
one hand on the wheel —
the other, I assume, is on the hand break.
The second man pursues the creeping vehicle up the hill,
speaking in tongues.
The first talks in spits and swerves his wheels.
I can’t hear what they are saying;
I’m sure it’s very important
but I am watching the pregnant witness
who looks out the window opposite.
Glasses on, she can see their very animated picture,
but she opens the window to better hear the drama
because her life is empty of it.
There is no darkness in her
refurbished house in leafy suburbia.
I would like a life like that
but I’ve too many shades on me, it would seem,
a spinning prism is my diadem.
So I’ll watch the pregnant witness
watching the two men screaming on the streets;
she’ll get some junk mail later
and that’ll be as bad as it gets.
Back in the old days, when things weren’t immediate — when news didn’t travel at lightspeed and creations were nurtured in a bubble of time — things were said to happen in ‘the space of Pater Noster’, the space of God.
Over the next 10 days (I started at 5am yesterday) I will be gracing my favourite streets in London — mostly ones I have lived on over the years — with a little surprise through the letterbox. The aim of the surprise is to serve as a bubble, a space in time between the bills and bank statements, where nothing is asked of you. At worst it makes excellent recycling material; at best it might add a little magic to your day — if you receieve one, whether you like or dislike, please get in touch (contact details on its reverse). x x x
Here I argue Banksy is becoming a legend — in the mythological sense of the word — with the help of other artists, while everyone from academics to grannies on Gogglebox try to unmask him. Poor old Banksy …
Piece for Flux Magazine on the figurative artist Harland Miller, represented by the White Cube, and his catalogue raisonné that is rumoured to be announced later this year:
Well, my sister has won this incredibly incredible prize for the translation of A Whole Life. I’ve said it at least once or twice, maybe three times. But I’ll say it again: Read A Whole Life. It is completely beautiful. My sister won for a reason. (Isn’t life great.) x x x