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Phase two of my locative documentary poetry project, Public Record, is well under way, so it’s time to reenter the world of blogging. Please allow this to serve as both line-break, and invitation to check out the Public Record website!

The Old Weird Albion is on a li’l hiatus, just for a few more weeks, while my Public Record project gets sorted out and launched… check back this summer for new material on The Copper Family, English magic, medieval church painting, contemporary artists Matt Stokes and Jem Finer, and a ton more…

Not sure how long this has been up, but hey – I just found out about it via the official unofficial site for Sinclair, that patron saint of the Old Weird Albion. An excellent interview with Iain Sinclair, written by the late Kathy Acker, at the time of Lights Out for the Territory.

Who but the irreconcilable irrepressible Acker could turn what might’ve been a run-of-the-mill conversation about lit-mysticism and beatnik neo-paganism into a beautiful dissection (nee exhibition) of the linguistic balance of Sinclair’s visionary novels and their arc into “non”-fiction?┬áComing soon: A roundup revisitation of some of the excellent recent webwise material from the ubiquitous Mr. Sinclair…

The village of Cockermouth has been swallowed by over eight feet of water as flooding sweeps Cumbria, Cork, and other parts of N.W. England and the Republic of Ireland.

Those patron saints of the Old Weird Albion, Mekons, wrote and recorded their album Natural in and aroung Cockermouth and the Lake District. The song “Cockermouth” seems so horribly appropriate, even if it’s more about war machinery than Mother Nature, that I’ve been listening on repeat this morning. Here’s the promo video, complete with introduction by master Psychogeographer, and founder of the New Arcadian Journal, Patrick Eyres.

Sculpture.org provides us with an all-too-rare interview with one of my current obsessively-favorite artists, sculptor Steve Dilworth.

Massive, novella-length review of Peter Ackroyd’s Thames: Sacred River┬áby London’s patron saint of psychogeography, Iain Sinclair.

Sarfraz Manzoor pokes his head into Bradford on the 75th anniversary of its favorite son, J.B. Priestly’s, influential travelogue of the Old Weird Albion.

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