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Ballistas and Water Bombs

Another attack from Boris – photos taken early this morning. Five days to go and counting…

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8 Days To Go – “We will fight them on the beaches of Clacton!”

http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2014/09/30/boris-johnson-brick_n_5905810.html

Boris Johnson wields a brick and exhorts:
“We will fight them on the beaches of Clacton!”

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My recent photo taken in Clacton.

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Ten Days To Go – Another Fishtail Groyne

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Received today, this leaflet is very clever and effective in its own terms.
Meanwhile, I keep my powder dry as to whom I shall give my own vote.

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Spiritual Rachmaninov – 11 Days to go and still counting

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I have attended two live concerts on the previous consecutive nights: on Friday, a piano recital by Peter Seivewright at St. James Church, Clacton. Ear-opening transcriptions of Bach, including a Bach transcription by Rachmaninov, where we felt one soul taking over another soul, through inspiring music, as if a deserted beach on The Isle of the Dead was inhabited by a meticulously pixelated Well-Tempered Clavier in a film called ‘The Piano’.
I am not usually keen on Gershwin, but a transcription of the whole of his Piano Concerto was played passionately by Peter without a score to follow, with what turned out to be some engagingly characteristic Seivewright armkicks, and this music became something else altogether, something the same, something different, something better than how I remember the Concerto to have once been. The acoustics of the church and resonance of the piano itself were wonderful, too. He also played some exciting Jazz Etudes by Peter Thorne.

Last night, I attended nearby Stoke-by-Nayland church, as part of the Roman River Music Festival, to hear Shostakovich’s 8th String Quartet played by Benjamin Nabarro, Emma Parker, Yuri Zhislin and Gemma Rosefield. The church setting and the music’s constructive despair were sobering as well as stimulating, ingeniously following, as this work did, a sort of unprogrammed retrocausal encore in the shape of a very engagingly played Schubert’s Quartettsatz. I love Schubert. One day I hope to see a live performance of Shostakovich’s 15th quartet which contains about eight movements, I recall, all of them adagio!
The second half of this concert was a rare live performance, by candlelight, of Rachmaninov’s Vespers by the Armonico Consort directed by Christopher Monks. What a privilege for the crammed-pack audience! A spiritual journey by an ostensibly un-spiritual composer, 75 minutes of dark bliss, a running complex minimalism, as it were, that still rings in my ears, the voices steeple pure, deep oaken and redolent with peace under-threaded with deities. I predict none of us present at this occasion will be the same person again after such an experience; changed for the better when set against the relativities of our diurnal existence. In the same way as I understand Rachmaninov to have been, I feel a non-religious spirituality, as I hope my own lifetime fiction work has attested in its small way.
Now back to the Clacton horizons.

A link or two to some of my other music meanderings: https://nullimmortalis.wordpress.com/2014/05/04/war-requiem/#comment-14198

Today’s Skylines (the Prepared Groyne Sonata continues):
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Mort au Monde

Today’s skyline. The geofacial makeover continues, as a new beachhead emerges overnight around Clacton-on-Sea against the political as well as the climactic storms about to hit this area:

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I received today my copy of the 25th anniversary edition of ‘Best New Horror’: yesterday’s beachhead against today – the first volume in 1989 of a successful series of anthologies. One of my stories (Mort au Monde) was then included in this book and, although today I am, like the coast, being accretively made-over, I am very proud of this ancient achievement in its new setting.

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‘Nemonymous Night’ and Clacton-on-Sea

This novel by DF Lewis was published by the acclaimed Chomu Press in 2011. It has something to do with Clacton-on-Sea in Essex, where the author has lived for 20 years.
Now Clacton is about to go BIG. Possibly not as big as the novel itself, though.

The text on the original back cover of the book:

You have been suffering with dream sickness, and a Hawler has suggested you take the sea air for a rest cure. Perhaps you have been strolling along the promenade by the sands of Clacton-on-Sea, wondering whether your life is a dream, and if so, whether it is a real dream, or merely a dream of a dream. You put your face in the space of a seaside cut-out board and on the other side you see… a giant carpet in the wild spiral of a tornado burrowing into the earth, the weave of its multidimensional design revealing the capering of carpet apes, the things that haunt ceilings, the places where poultry becomes meat… You remove your face and find yourself back in the same day as before, with both sides of the cut-out board the same dream or unimaginable reality. But now you and everything else have together become completely nemonymous.
For the full treatment, insert your face in the space of Nemonymous Night by veteran Weirdmonger D. F. Lewis. Let the captain of this earthcraft take you from the left foot of man-city to the nemo of the ‘no me’. On a guided tour of the under-carpet of Inner Earth, decide for yourself if Greg is Greg or really Mike, if Beth is actually Susan, what it is the Hawler does to cure the dream sickness, and whether Mike or Susan might, in fact (or fiction), be you.

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Today’s Skylines Beyond

The whole lower promenade between here where I live in the bungalow house on the borderland and the route to Frinton at Holland Haven is now fenced off, as the groynes and rocks I have photographed for years on this site are altered or destroyed.
A visionary scene, even by sunlight, of Hodgson’s Night Land.
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Giles Watling was appointed last night as one of the conservative candidates for the forthcoming historic Election of Clacton, a receptacle of Essex…
It seems apt he is most famous for Bread during Thatcher’s Britain, a protestant among catholics, one small p, two small c’s.

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The Essex Glastonbury Romance

I am writing this in reply to what Matthew Parris of The Times is reported here to have said about Clacton-on-Sea where I have lived for the last 20 years.
As partially demonstrated by my photographic reportage of the Clacton area on this blog in recent years and my long-term absorption of not only the area’s piecemeal particularities but also its gestalt, I contend it is a spiritual receptacle akin to the abbey ruins, chalice well gardens and Tor of Glastonbury in Somerset which is a genius loci that I first encountered by visiting it and feeling it for myself in the 1970s with my then young family, as originally impelled by my reading ‘The Glastonbury Romance’ by John Cowper Powys (a book whence I quote here).
Clacton is a genius loci, too, a destiny, a crossover conflux that deserves better than those who are currently using or abusing it. Or perhaps it will now be harnessed for its optimum potentiality seeing that it has thus been clumsily delivered a higher profile by those who don’t yet fully understand such potential.
Only today, just as an aside, I discovered for the first time, without really looking for it, the artefact below hidden away in a corner of the crazy golf near Clacton pier. It was as if I was meant to find it today.
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PS: I was born in Walton-on-Naze (part of the Clacton constituency) in 1948.

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Dismantling Reality…

…as the coastal work started in the last few days – about to change the face of this website’s many skylines, groynes, rocks photographed over the years … in parallel with the ‘defective’ Clacton election on 9 October that may change British political history, let alone the imminent Scottish vote!

At Holland Haven this morning:

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Car swell

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I tried to avoid all the TV cameras in town yesterday as I walked to Underwoods to collect my repaired car … There seemed to be a heavy swell on the sea that echoed the calm sunny day unexpectedly turning gusty….

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The Propeller Pencil

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April 13, 2014 · 1:22 pm

Clacton Pavilion

My better half and I have just had a splendid Sunday lunch here in the Armstrongs Restaurant section of the Pavilion Bowl to celebrate her birthday today. A beautiful sunny November day (the first unrainy birthday she can remember!) and we had views over the sea and Clacton Pier while eating our meal, together with a pleasant Art Deco type ambiance that was also helped along by tasteful piano playing, including OUR song, A Whiter Shade of Pale!

And wonderful table service. We shall go again.

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This was what the same Clacton Pavilion looked like about seven years ago (my photos):

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And more Pavilion photos in stages that I posted in 2011 HERE

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Helter Skelter

“When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again.”

Seems significant to me, thanks to the Beatles.

The HELTER SKELTER on nearby Clacton Pier was toppled in yesterday’s ‘hurricane’. Below are some photographs of mine, two before and one after.

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Abbey’s Game

As a writer who lives in Clacton-on-Sea, may I make the point that Abbey today was genuinely the nicest DEAL OR NO DEAL contestant ever – and it was such a shame she didn’t have the luck, too.

Her painting – CHAOTIC MOVEMENT (or was her original title CHAOS MOVEMENT?) – also gave me pause for thought. Hope the holiday in Morocco went well.

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