The reason I was up at City Hall on Friday was to see Rob Mackenzie pick up his cheque for being commended in the National Poetry Competition. I believe the winners are due to be announced today in the Independent, but I can’t find them on the website. The Poetry Society are putting them up on their website tomorrow, though.
Anyway, *applause* to Rob.
The WP theme comp I mentioned entering before seems to have been a peculiarly elaborate hoax, though I can’t see what they gained from it. Anyway, there’s now a new WordPress Theme Competition set up by people miffed at the collapse of the last one. I’ll probably enter it – after all, the alternative is just releasing my theme. The prizes are less exciting, but at least they exist.
From Benin. They’re most famous for their remarkable bronzes, but here’s a C16th ivory mask:
The mask is in the British Museum.
I went to an event at City Hall today, the details of which shall be revealed on Sunday. City Hall is right next to Tower Bridge, and I was thinking what a strange thing it is: a Gothic mechanised bridge. Particularly since the Victorians didn’t obviously erect such things in a spirit of fun or irony. I guess they just didn’t see anything odd about it.
The bridge has a peculiar relationship with the Tower of London. They stand there together, both in the same coloured stone and a similar style, and invite you to think of them as a matched pair. The Tower, of course, is genuinely medieval, but depending what mood you’re in, either the influence of the bridge lends the Tower a false, Disney quality, or the Tower gives the bridge a spurious air of ancientness. It’s hard to believe that 800 years separates the two of them.
There aren’t many medieval buildings left in London, mainly because of the Great Fire, and curiously enough another of them has a very similar dynamic going on – Westminster Abbey, which sits next to the rampant gothicity of the Houses of Parliament. If the Abbey was surrounded by glistening glass and steel office blocks, it would seem more genuine.
Poetry MP3 blog The Lipstick of Noise is back up and running.
Sometimes I read something which makes me think someone has been putting hallucinogens in my coffee. I notice the trailer doesn’t actually have of Vinnie Jones speaking; could this be one of the truly disastrous accents of modern cinema?