Tag Archives: Patrick Geddes

Embedded in the Landscape: Psychogeography, Folk Horror and the Everyday

I’ve had a few requests to share the talk I gave at The Unseelie Court event organised by Folk Horror Revival in October. So here it is:    We’ll come back to that guy on the slide later. I’m guessing … Continue reading

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A Field in Fife

I like maps, because they lie. Because they give no access to the vicious truth. they spread before me a world not of this world. Wisława Szymborska   There are only shadows here  A Field in England (Dir. Ben Wheatley) The … Continue reading

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Above the City: Leaving / Returning

a city is more than a place in space, it is a drama in time Patrick Geddes and the resourceful creatures see clearly that we are not really at home in the interpreted world Rainer Maria Rilke – The Duino … Continue reading

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When natural cycles turn, brutalist windows can dream of trees…

. a flower expresses itself by flowering, not by being labelled Patrick Geddes That blue There – beyond the iris heads. As if a grey tarpaulin has been peeled back across the eyeball of the sky. . Spring light, a different … Continue reading

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Searching for Storione – A walk with the ghosts of Little Moscow

Our research unit hasn’t exactly excelled itself. A scribbled address on a torn piece of paper is all that we have: Communist Literature Depot, 128 Perth Road, Cowdenbeath. This is the only material link we have to Storione and even … Continue reading

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On Samhain

The moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places. Mary Shelley at the cusp of light and darkness through veil of in-world and out-world they arrive. ~~~ And if in … Continue reading

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Of Walking in Ice – Werner Herzog, Kenneth White and Liminal Pilgrimage

If I actually make it, no one will know what this journey means. I’m following a direct imaginary line. Werner Herzog’s Of Walking in Ice is arguably one of the great texts of existential walking and pilgrimage.  A short diary, … Continue reading

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