Friday, November 10, 2006

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7 Comments:

Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Only if Mr. Punch hits the crocodile five times.

Do you think that Mr. Punch is a reincarnation of Joyce?

7:40 PM  
Blogger Dr Anthony Donovan said...

Punch is an interestingly ambiguous character, I always think. I'm reminded of the wonderful The Wickerman. Weird stuff to show to kids on some windswept beach somewhere: an armed and dangerous wife-beater avading the police. Surely though, 'That's the way to do it' is a great catchphrase. Great to see schwitters in there. A hero to me. Some artwork by Hirst is being auctioned, proceeds going to save Schwitters' barn near Elterwater in The Lake District. The Merz itself was saved previously by Richard Hamilton, taken to Newcastle University, where he (Hamilton) used to teach/still does teach. I looked for the barn several times years ago, but never found it. Schwitters' influence is always understated, I think.

12:11 AM  
Blogger Dr Anthony Donovan said...

I found Joyce on myspace today. Good for him, I say.

12:11 AM  
Blogger St Anthony said...

Perhaps Hirst's career will not have been in vain if he can help preserve something of Schwitters' legacy? Good old Kurt - yes, he's one of those underground influences that are always there, bubbling up.

I love Punch ...despite his Continental roots, he is the quintessence of Englishness - like you say, freezing your arse off on a dismal beach somewhere, soggy sandwiches and a nice helping of domestic violence and murder.
It's what childhood is all about.

8:33 AM  
Blogger Dr Anthony Donovan said...

Yes, Hirst might be partly valid after all. I like his shark. But it's no artwork. I just liked seeing a shark up close is all.

Punch is as you say! I love the miserable British summers! As achild, we spent ours in Rhyl, north Wales, and at Butlins, Skegness. We drove all the way from between Liverpool and Manchester - St. Helens, that is - to fucking Skegness! Insane! So crap. We - the English - are so proud of our crapness, though! Unbeatable!

12:32 PM  
Blogger St Anthony said...

I feel that, here in dear old Blighty, we're world beaters when it comes to crapness.
I have many a childhood memory of freezing on some shoddy little beach at Southend.

2:17 PM  
Blogger Dr Anthony Donovan said...

A drizzle-blurred Blackpool beach this end, Anthony. Winscale '50s rain. Its towers barfing up cancer to keep the NW's mortality rates firmly in the relegation zone. I know Northern Ireland is just over the horizon, too; where they are blowing each others arms and legs off; apparently over details about the status of The Virgin Mary.

10:39 AM  

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