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Pulp
Authenticity
Goodness
And in its
fragments it
contains sparkling
gems: the man
who has come to
the edgeland to
watch out for an
Iridium flare, the
TV crew filming a
knight in armour, Geoffrey Hill’s sandlorry
called “Albion”, memetic storage containers,
turns of phrase like “the barley sugar of
broken indicator glass” or “a magic carpet
with rigor mortis” (a pallet), pens swinging
on their chains in an abandoned bank, the
scarlet funnels of a liner rusting in the long
grass of a defunct holiday camp, the No
Parking Whitebeam, and corporate events in
a grounded Concorde.
Shoard
Psycho
Burden
Nothingness
There’s no W. G. Sebald, no Nick
Papadimitriou, no Keiller, no Stephen Gill’s
Archaeology In Reverse … but there are
plenty of Googlish snacks. And there is Tim
Edensor. The authors don’t seem to have
managed to walk with this “connoisseur of
industrial ruins”, but they quote (and then
ignore) something key from his work: that
edgelands “often exist in a hiatus between
the end of one industrial era and potential
future redevelopment”. If Farley and Roberts
had bothered with the academic world they
might have stumbled upon Tom Nielsen’s
‘excessive spaces’ or Francesco Carreri’s
‘voids’, even Bataille’s ‘accursed share’, and
that might have helped them to grasp that
what Edensor is describing are not spaces
with “an apparently ‘blank’ status” with
potential for a half-hearted, theatrical
rebelliousness (“licit and illicit pastimes…
sex and drugs and rock’n’roll. Well, okay,
sex-and-drugs-and-rock-‘n’-roll photo
shoots”), but in-between spaces that still
carry the potency of their former utility,
where you can die if you don’t watch your
step, where
you may need
to retreat,
where
producing a
camera will
send men
scrambling for
their cars or
assembling to
be videoed
from the waist
down.
Boom
Crabman
(who also took the photos)