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    Shed Summit

    On a blistering hot day 14th July - we went to explore the area

    around Welcombe Barton recycling shed on our way in, then along walk down to the Welcombe Mouth beach geology! The

    earth crushed together and rising process the hut to the beach like

    Spanish penitents each of us wearing hut hats - failed to get

    to either Ronald Duncans or Rev. Stephen Hawkers sheds

    between two ignorances, the rocks of the combe shimmered in the

    heat. At his church in Welcombe, opium-soaked Hawker not only

    invented Harvest Festival he also introduced the practice of

    opening the North Door during baptisms in order to let out the

    Devil (brought in by the un-baptised child) and then locking the

    door and keeping it locked until the next baptism. Along the way to

    the beach and back again by a different route we found many

    locked sheds and huts, ready for weekend owners. During the Shed

    Summit the people were there, weekending, and in one case they

    invited us all into their garden to process about their shed, to

    present our shed to theirs, and to photograph them and us togetherwith the sheds.

    I was overwhelmed

    with associations The

    Last Battle by C. S.

    Lewis where, in a shed,

    the ape presents adonkey in a lions skin

    as Aslan I hired a

    joke lion skin from

    Fantasy World on Fore

    Street (I couldnt quite

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    remember the name and I just looked it up in Raimi Gbadamosis

    The Dreamers Perambulator, couldnt resist running over more

    pages, walking through names, most but not all commercial, no

    longer a directory, already out of date when it was never in, buta route in itself). I brought along various clothes for Simon, to

    dress as the ape but there was never a right moment to perform

    this. We saw an advertisement for a performance by the amazing

    suicidal birdman and I remembered I had written The Village

    Project while living in a shed; a play based on the life of

    Blaedudd, King Lears father, who tried to fly and died in the

    attempt. I remembered the dystopian shed in Ambitions, written

    for the same company Gog Theatre, full of smoke from explodedpcs, written twenty years ago, after visiting some early-days-of-

    pc-games designers.

    The difficulty of performance and the ease of ritual; parade,

    pseudo-pilgrimage stripped of belief. I was to lead the parade

    with a staff made from pieces of the cut

    up shed. The best part was being able tohand the staff over to various

    pilgrims.

    Stephen made a Schwitters-esque

    speaking scarecrow, Cathy made poetry

    with potting plants, Simon made a mini-

    shed-gallery of shed imagery. I made

    mini-performances. I wrote with a piece

    of Cynheidre coal into soil, listening to a

    tape my friend the poet and former miner

    Mogg Williams sent me, recorded in his

    shed not so long before he died. On the

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    tape he says something like: maybe then its all been worth it, this

    time in the shed, the loneliness in the shed, if the poetry has been

    recognised It was odd at the Summit. I lay dozing with a

    candle, Blaedud the Birdman book by the sheet I was under.There was a strange post-theory air about the talks I attended, a

    return to empirical nuts and bolts. Death of the theorist. Next to our

    shed within a shed a large shed was being constructed from pallets

    over two days. Rubbing hands Simon and me squashed raspberries

    (loganberry substitutes) into our hands, the robbers, beheaders of

    St Nectan. Inflatable buildings, smooth skins off which slid

    causality, all marks of manufacture disappear by expansion,

    empiricism stretched thin becoming flat and smooth andunquestionable, an a-skin. We were swamped in our shed early on

    by national and agency photographers sent by editors with a

    skewed impression of the event. Should we always refuse to pose?

    Discovered the North Cornwall mythos of St Nectan: how on his

    decapitation, at which he picked up his head and walked back to

    his shed, he lay his head on a stone, whichremains stained. The church at Welcombe

    is dedicated to St Nectan. At the start of our

    walk I handed out pieces of modelling clay

    for the walkers to make little models of

    their own heads, to carry in their hand or

    pocket, to be aware of seeing things from

    more than one view point, to offset the self

    as the only walking consciousness.

    Susan Blackmore concludes her

    Consciousness: An Introduction

    (London: Hodder & Stoughton, 2003) with waking up she

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    describes the poisoning of Douglas Harding by robbers. Waking he

    realised he had begun to see differently: Past and future dropped

    away, and he just looked. To look was enough. And what I found

    was khaki trouserlegs terminating downwards in a pair of brownshoes, khaki sleeves terminating sideways in a pair of pink hands,

    and a khaki shirtfront terminating upwards in absolutely nothing

    whatever! We can all do what he did next. We can look where the

    head should be and find a whole world. Far from being nothing, the

    space where the head should be is filled with everything we can

    see For Harding, this great world of mountains and trees was

    completely without me, and it felt like suddenly waking up from

    the sleep of ordinary sleep. It was a revelation of the perfectlyobvious. (p.408, Consciousness: An Introduction) Another saint

    beheaded productively - by robbers.

    I felt that the possibility of producing a culture which both

    articulates difference and lives with it could only be established on

    the basis of a non-sovereign notion of self The fragmentation of

    identity is a recognition of the importance of the alienation ofthe self in the construction of forms of solidarity. (p.213, Homi

    Bhabha, The Third Space)

    Only the visually self-disassembled body can explores the states

    of resistance to the digital city. (p.158, Stephen Barber, projected

    cities) The a-violent version of this works through a mathematical

    and geometrical visuality rather than the surgeons knife and its

    nostalgic ripperology, instead a self-disassembly of granular

    visuality into grids, meshes, curves, probable or potential surfaces

    and deconstructed, conscious flowfields with their landmarks,

    simple variables and dynamic-triggers, all wedded to a

    mythogeographical history/geography/rumour.

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    The man I recognised from

    Bristol wrapping and

    bandaging the damaged shed onthe beach at Welcombe Mouth,

    so we could carry it, now salty

    from the Atlantic, back through

    the lanes, past the S&M holiday

    home with its thick curtains,

    someone limping now, everyone sweating under the sun cream,

    pleasurable weariness.

    The walker becomes an extended organism, a materiality of

    consciousness and everything else in dynamic process: eddying,

    consuming, digesting, two acids eating each other, two pans of

    seething oil melding and interacting. Two metaphors accumulating.

    A translucent, mobile, pocket scrapbook. Something that might

    explain the feeling of well being that a number of people have

    expressed the day after drifting

    thanks for monday's drift, Phil: had a fine old time of it, and felt

    very

    >> grounded and relaxed and happy on Monday evening

    and though I hesitate to begin down the way of medical

    explanations, I might very tentatively suggest that this resting of

    the overburdened meme-complex of discrete self has a

    psychological as well as a philosophical effect. Im hesitant, not

    because I dont think drifting can be a real, easing pleasure for

    people, but because I fear that theres a petit-bourgeois junction not

    far down that route that leads to small-business and the closing

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    down of the drifting memes uncontrollable wandering far and

    wide.

    I went to talk with Rev. Anthony Freeman at his house in NewtonSt Cyres. He is the editor ofThe Journal of Consciousness. He

    talked about how he took up painting when a village parson and

    how for six months he saw brighter colours and more distinct and

    striking shapes. The next day I go to speak with Dr. Chris

    Williams, a consultant at the Department of Clinical Psychology at

    the Royal Devon and Exeter Hospital. We suddenly get into a

    discussion about the Debenhams building in the High Street after

    he has raised the question of educating the mind, programmed toappreciate and enjoy certain harmonic intervals and organisations

    of shape, to appreciate atonality and asymmetry. And I suddenly

    think, and this is a banal and obvious thought, that most people are

    out there suffering minor levels of trauma because no one has ever

    bothered to let them even know about the predominant

    atonal/asymmetry of the modernist environment. And that such a

    courtesy might help people who suffer more extreme traumas tocreate for themselves safe and enjoyable places along familiar

    routes. Chris explains that that is exactly what they do with

    patients, giving them the skills to create imaginary safe places if

    they are subject to a panic attack in public. Developing a mytho-

    geographic appreciation of places - I explained to Chris how I had

    learnt to enjoy the generally disliked Debenhams building for its

    simple proportions and its sense of mass and because I know its

    basement was to be a nuclear war hospital could give to people

    with problems about going outside, or into public or crowded

    places, an alternative map of safe and pleasurable space.

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    As we approached the church of St Nectan I shouted ahead, the

    possibility arose for us to carry the shed through the North door,

    but I couldnt grasp the idea of carrying it through or around the

    church (the audience walked three times round the deconsecratedchurch in Church), I couldnt relate what we had been doing with

    a religious practice, even to its subversion.

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    I felt by then we had floated free from the angel/devil binary.

    Laughter and hurting feet on the beach stones and the sweat of the

    hot day and the shocked hospitality of the shed people welcoming

    in thirty-plus visitors, the pseudo-ritual with nothing in the sedan-shed-coffin to bury, nothing to put in the ocean but the shed itself:

    we thought youd

    brought a dead pet to

    bury. We had floated

    into a cloud of

    associations larger than

    good and bad angels. Is

    that the place thelayer that meshes the

    angels and their

    shadows. Not the naughty boy/girl embrace of the devils and

    vampires, but the space that is neither haunted by pseudo-

    revolt/pleasure in violence over others (the state in miniature) nor

    scared into submission to the big states ideologies. Able to fly in

    and among floated-free ideologies making a precarious play ofthemselves.

    When Stephen Barber proposes the memories of film as a means to

    pierce the citys surface, evoking the situationist image of a

    bottle thrown through a cinema screen in Howard Brentons

    Magnificence, he quantifies the effect as to unsettle and

    revolutionize the city (p.156, projected cities), underestimating

    the citys capacity to repair points of disruption. Far harder for it to

    repair or expel are those disruptions which slide in, self-

    disciplinedly two-dimensional. A flatland dissidence. A phantomic,

    diaphanous practice; self-organised, emergent. An a-violence

    offering itself as a grid to mesh with. A quantum entanglement,

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    androgynous, neither penetrative nor enfolding. A

    mathematicalisation of disruption. In Exeter and Exmouth there are

    still city centre, communal, comforting screens in the brief years

    of this anomaly the digitalisation of action offers a bathing of spacecompatible with that of film so cinema/space disappears, a

    disappearance and consequent bathing of the city for the driviste

    dependent on the archaic presence of the Odeon and the Savoy.

    The discrete self is eroded, by the geological/intellectual process

    of a neo-Symbolist floating-free and the synthesising of unlikes,

    setting in motion the explicit machinery of persuasion and

    deception and power, but dislocated from its material base, so thatit becomes (if we avoid falling off either side of morality) our thing

    to play with, to aestheticise, the recovery of art from the

    repetitive survivalism of everyday life for the purposes of

    dtournement.

    Walking: into the city, into the rural landscape, into these already

    pre-conceived naturalities and artificialities, is released from thesetwo eyes, offset by the consciousness of nothing in the head, of

    nothing behind the eyes, of eyes offset to one side a seeing that

    already contains previous perceptions of the world, meme-soaked:

    for it seems that we are never able to see the world fresh our

    seeing is biologically enabled by electrical memories, and before

    that by hard-wired expectations of shapes and meanings,

    inheritances from our very meaningless luck of being here that we,

    legitimately and meaninglessly, grant all sorts of significance.

    The appearance of phosphenes, colloquially called seeing stars,

    is well known to everyone. On entering a completely darkened

    room, colour spots start to appear in the eye, once the eyes have

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    become accustomed to the

    darkness colour patterns and

    shapes appear which do not

    enter the eye in the normalway, but are produced within

    the eye and the brain

    phosphenes originate all along

    the visual pathway and it is

    possible to stimulate visual areas in the brain to produce such

    phosphenes. Stimulations of this kind produce visual experiences

    of the past patients who had been blind for a long time began to

    see phosphenes after similar treatment. It was not possible,however, to achieve such results with persons who had been blind

    since birth. (p. 26-7, Art and Science Dolf Reiser, London:

    Studio Vista, 1972)

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    There were things I realised that I didnt do in the Lost Tours

    fortnight: Skimmerton Riding, a hoax drift as wandering bishops, a

    pylons walk, a movie walk bathing the city in film sequences