Being a journal of the goings on in and around the Goldmark Gallery.
The pictures, the people, the pots, the pleasures, the preposterous.
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
McCool Aid
There's a corner of the gallery that's been very quiet recently. Men hunched over computers, discussions about leading and indents, and reams of galley proofs marked-up in red ink spilling out on the floor. This has all been in aid of McCool, more from the pen of poet and Kings Cross psychogeographer Aidan Dun, and another simply beautiful book produced by Goldmark's (it says here). Actually, I have to say it looks stunning. You can buy a reading copy for a tenner, or, if your books line-up on mahoghany shelves and you talk about them in a low whisper with your spectacles on the end of your nose, there's a highly desirable hardback that comes not only in a handmade slipcase but with three CDs of Mr.Dun intoning into a microphone. Goldmark has made just a hundred of them at £100 each plus a bit for posting and packing. I'd buy one now if I hadn't got an equally impressive gas bill to pay, just for the decent typography. And if all this wasn't enough, I came across Mike Goldmark staring at a computer yesterday like Stanley Kubrick over a Moviola, directing the final edit of a film we've made of the poet and his table lamp. McCool is launched today in the German Gymnasium opposite St.Pancras railway station. Mr.Dun'll like that.
Lord Carrot has spent so much time wandering about the Goldmark Gallery in Uppingham and not buying anything, he was told by the proprietor that he might as well live there and write about it. So leaving his near-derelict country house in the incapable hands of his elderly butler, Lord Carrot has been given an attic room which he shares with a stack of Paolozzis and a Frink bust of William Walton that doubles-up as a hat stand for his bowler.
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