Another home terminal (or terminal homer)
who bought Children of Albion early (probably about 1971,
a reprint date gives that away).
I have no memory of the afterwords, never read it.
How it worked for me was to put some emphases onto
pieces in a puzzle i was becoming aware of and point
me into directions i recognised as of being necessary
more than others i had been schooled into. It wasn't
a gateway or a menu but simply an affirmation of
other ways in which i was already heading, an encouragement
i guess.
It might even be Pete Brown, whose Piblokto (?) i'd
heard and seen (will never forget his story about the
old man dressed in flowers who goes around after an
event and tidies up) at the Roundhouse and the Stones
in Hyde Park thang - ugh misspent - ill-gotten youth
those tedious cobwebs! who gritted or greased the
connections for me. Towards the Polytechnic of Central
London conferences of 1974, brought together by Eric
Mottram and Chris Brookman.
For myself, events are more resonant than anthologies,
the ephemeral and its generative residue in motion holds more
strategy than the simulacral proof of the anthology.
Anthologies generally reveal residue of potential
gathering, certainly intriguing as(s) such, but
all too conubial in the ermine I denture. It is
however too easy to be the indider in such matters.
What mattered to me about COA was simply its
significant presence, its liminal registers.
So, here's one from Pete Brown in there
Road
They tore up the old road
and buried it under a new one
I didnt mind
love and love
cris
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