With the return of that season nominally opposite to 'The Season That Is Coming’, we are also to be plagued by the joyous annual swelling of bees on the London Overground and DLR.
It makes for very much the TFL experience of Marguerite’s swarms from ResE7 and is perfectly accompanied by any number courtesy of the super-hot studio jazz band on the soundtrack for Cuphead. It might be a game. It might even be fun and you can test that theory for hours on a packed train, armed only with a lolly and a sticky pair of headphones. And bees. I call that exercise.
I shall have to resign myself to the fact that - as an Englishman - I can only head somewhere hotter. Let’s go with that. ‘Crimes And Slendors: The Desert Cantos Of Richard Misrach’ is a title. Anne Tucker and Rebecca Solnit’s respective essays are also essays and well worth a read. Published in 1996, his photos - or movements - are brutal, beautiful and poignant views of the American desert. They’re all different and they all feature the sky. That’s also absolutely the jam, as Solnit astutely points out by way of E.M. Forster’s Mr. Emerson from ‘A Room With A View', all views on earth are just botched copies of the sky above. Perhaps all I can say for sure, is that if anyone's been at the Dante, it's Misrach.
The natural world is always stunning in its own, endlessly varying way - that old chestnut; it’s always the canvas and it is those human aspects of his composition that give us context and pause to reflect. Misrach is a wonderful large-format photographer, both in terms of landscape and portraiture and the characters, animate and otherwise are breathtaking. He can walk into that place and I shall follow. Also, those photos of target practice Playboy are striking.
Westworld Season 2 is great but a slow burn into episode two. I know I have to go there. I have but one question and it festers, like the eleventh unseen maze etched on the inside of my skull: I’m all for robots and their lives, you know, mattering..but where are the fucking Samurai?
My little birds tell me there may be as many as six Worlds and I intend to visit all of them, although were to to completely level with you, I'm mostly in it for the sixshooters. That being said, should there be an instance in which Dolores lifts one of those at the head of curiass-clad army, I shall take out the largest mortgage available on whatever is left of my soul in return for platimun membership, or whatever equates to permanent residence in that universe.
JD - TACOCAT