“The society which has abolished every kind of adventure makes its own abolition the only possible adventure.” Paris, May 1968

Monday, 5 September 2011

The fantasy weekend of your choice.

I'm afraid that I did not turn out to protest the EDL's expedition to the East End. I figured that the two hundred thousand residents of Tower Hamlets could probably manage without me. From what I can make out the Master Race got totally poleaxed in Kings Cross, hurled abuse at anyone a bit foreign looking and made their way back to Luton via Aldgate Tube Station. Not my idea of a day out but each to their own. No, I spent the weekend in North Devon exploring the Lorna Doone country. Walking up the valley of Badgworthy Water to the remains of the old medieval village it's easy to see how RD Blackmoor was able to fantasize about this hidden tree lined cleft in the moor being the headquarters of a band of outlaws. It is a truly magical landscape.
Early the following morning, walking down Lynton High Street to get the paper, I paused outside Lloyds Bank. A note had been tucked behind a pipe running up the wall. Curious as ever I stopped to read it. "The revolution will not be televised", it read. Who was the author? Lynton's only Gil Scott-Heron fan? A teenage revolutionary trapped in this quiet village that becomes infested with Devon Cream Tea eating, Daily Mail reading coffin-dodgers in summer?
Will she make the break and take her dreams for reality because she believes in the reality of her dreams? I hope so.


Anonymous said...

A note left behind a down pipe in a village high st. crammed full, of Tory reading Daily Mail & Telegraph readers! This story deepens-sounds wonderful though. Blog mysterious, beguiling as ever. What a world we live in. M

Anonymous said...

A note left behind a down pipe in a village high st. crammed full of Tory voting Daily Mail & Telegraph readers. This story deepens-sounds wonderful though. Blog mysterious & beguiling as ever. What a world we live in. M

Anonymous said...

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Gitane said...

I often pick up pieces of paper that have a written content. Lined paper is what I look for. Unfolded and dried out ( yes I'm that fucking nosey) I've relished a whole world of anonymous lives and sometimes not so trivia reading. Mostly I find shopping lists but there have been observations of child abuse, suicidal intentions, rejected lovers,declarations of love, best man's speaches, political rhetoric & stuff in chinese(I think) and probably arabic and so on. I've not kept them because the person who possesed and maybe wrote a particular note has thrown it away and moved on. How much has escaped the historians,sociologists and statisticians? As a guess just about everything.