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POW NEWS MAIL-OUT OCTOBER 2006, by Daniel Silk on Oct 26, 2006 11:18:18 GMT 1, New
FAILE - McBETH
Boy-girl-boy New York art triangle, Faile, release a beautiful, haunting new five colour screenprint just in time for all you last minute shoppers to get your loved ones that special something for Mexican Day of the Dead.
MODERN TOSS – SPACE ARGUMENT #2
This actually had to be re-printed so a spelling mistake could be corrected (and you thought they didn’t give a flying fcuk)
LUCY MCLAUCHLAN – HANGING AROUND
Won’t be hanging around for long.
I LIKE DRAWING – NEW BOOK
A book of colour postcards by Ian ‘Illegitimate lovechild of Lord Byron and a Tesco’s carrier bag’ Stevenson. Each postcard makes absolutely no sense, so don’t try coming back for a refund after you’ve got them home.
BANKSY
We’re now releasing the first of the six Banksy L.A. prints.
We weren’t going to bother but apparently a few of you might be interested.
THE GRANNIES – They say youth is wasted on the young, but sitting on your arse all day eating mints and watching telly seems wasted on the elderly. Here’s a picture of two old dears knitting themselves a sweater.
We’re putting all six images up on the site so you can see what’s coming and won’t spend all your pocketmoney on the first one you see. The second print (trolley hunting) will follow as soon as we’ve cleared the backlog from the first one and so on and will be staggered from now until Christmas. Or sometime next August if you keep on calling up day and night. All orders have to be made through the website as the system’s fully automated now. Please don’t try and order them over the phone, the computer actually enjoys doing this stuff, you know.
The Large Print Giveth and the Small Print Taketh Away:
Due to unscrupulous wannabe art dealers buying up prints for profit and not out of love we’re limiting all editions to one per person signed or unsigned. (we can tell if you’re cheating because we go through the paperwork).
If we were good little capitalists we would just hike the price, but at least we’re going through the vague motions of keeping this stuff accessible. Your help on this matter would be greatly appreciated.
SANTA’S GHETTO
Our squat concept store will be taking place again throughout this december. A chance to come and actually talk to the prints face to face and stare vacantly at the staff. More details to follow next time...
AND IN OTHER NEWS
Welcome to the POW blog
The Tory’s David Cameron is doing it so here at POW we thought alright, let’s see what all the fuss is about – lets write a blog. The problem is I really have no idea how it’s done. I’ve read them, I’ve seen their work. These so-called bloggers take one everyday or not-quite-everyday incident – ie. a strange Romany man on a bus; a woman running for a train, and weave some kind of deft magic and meaning into them. The Romany man becomes a Mafia don with a horse’s head in his bag, the woman running for the train becomes Lady Heather Mills McCartney pogo-ing for a double seat.
Apparently, the really good ones do this with humour. I noted this in my notebook, the moleskin one from WHSmiths marked Deconstructing the Blog: The Myth and Magic of the Quotidian Humanness of Modern Existence. That title indicating how important I think it is not to get too up yourself over things like this.
The point is I’m struggling here. A) Because if you or I were ever to see a strange Romany man on a bus we’d just see a strange Romany man on a bus and B) because we don’t ever see strange Romany men on a bus or if we do we realise too late that our wallet’s gone.
Where are the schizophrenics, the Romanies, the women running for trains with attendant personal epiphanies? I’m starting to feel like everything is always going on one carriage down, or behind me, or just as I leave the pub. That bizarre incidents are happening all around me but ten seconds later or three doors down. I’m starting to feel like those cops in movies about the secret life of America’s Depression Era. The ones who walk into Speak Easys just as the tables with the roulette wheels, gambling chips and prohibition booze flip over and all there is is a suspicious-but-unpindownable energy hanging over the room.
So this blog is going to be a plea to the other bloggers to let us into their club, to include us in their occult acts of sympathetic magic, to allow us to undergo the Secret Initiation whereby the hidden world of the blogger opens up to the rest of us. And if there’s a handshake, c’mon, teach us that too. Just don't make us wear a cassock or run naked gauntlets of paddles in some cold candle-lit marble tomb. That stuff is still best left to the Tories.
© Nick Tucker 22/10/2006
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FAILE - McBETH
Boy-girl-boy New York art triangle, Faile, release a beautiful, haunting new five colour screenprint just in time for all you last minute shoppers to get your loved ones that special something for Mexican Day of the Dead.
MODERN TOSS – SPACE ARGUMENT #2
This actually had to be re-printed so a spelling mistake could be corrected (and you thought they didn’t give a flying fcuk)
LUCY MCLAUCHLAN – HANGING AROUND
Won’t be hanging around for long.
I LIKE DRAWING – NEW BOOK
A book of colour postcards by Ian ‘Illegitimate lovechild of Lord Byron and a Tesco’s carrier bag’ Stevenson. Each postcard makes absolutely no sense, so don’t try coming back for a refund after you’ve got them home.
BANKSY
We’re now releasing the first of the six Banksy L.A. prints.
We weren’t going to bother but apparently a few of you might be interested.
THE GRANNIES – They say youth is wasted on the young, but sitting on your arse all day eating mints and watching telly seems wasted on the elderly. Here’s a picture of two old dears knitting themselves a sweater.
We’re putting all six images up on the site so you can see what’s coming and won’t spend all your pocketmoney on the first one you see. The second print (trolley hunting) will follow as soon as we’ve cleared the backlog from the first one and so on and will be staggered from now until Christmas. Or sometime next August if you keep on calling up day and night. All orders have to be made through the website as the system’s fully automated now. Please don’t try and order them over the phone, the computer actually enjoys doing this stuff, you know.
The Large Print Giveth and the Small Print Taketh Away:
Due to unscrupulous wannabe art dealers buying up prints for profit and not out of love we’re limiting all editions to one per person signed or unsigned. (we can tell if you’re cheating because we go through the paperwork).
If we were good little capitalists we would just hike the price, but at least we’re going through the vague motions of keeping this stuff accessible. Your help on this matter would be greatly appreciated.
SANTA’S GHETTO
Our squat concept store will be taking place again throughout this december. A chance to come and actually talk to the prints face to face and stare vacantly at the staff. More details to follow next time...
AND IN OTHER NEWS
Welcome to the POW blog
The Tory’s David Cameron is doing it so here at POW we thought alright, let’s see what all the fuss is about – lets write a blog. The problem is I really have no idea how it’s done. I’ve read them, I’ve seen their work. These so-called bloggers take one everyday or not-quite-everyday incident – ie. a strange Romany man on a bus; a woman running for a train, and weave some kind of deft magic and meaning into them. The Romany man becomes a Mafia don with a horse’s head in his bag, the woman running for the train becomes Lady Heather Mills McCartney pogo-ing for a double seat.
Apparently, the really good ones do this with humour. I noted this in my notebook, the moleskin one from WHSmiths marked Deconstructing the Blog: The Myth and Magic of the Quotidian Humanness of Modern Existence. That title indicating how important I think it is not to get too up yourself over things like this.
The point is I’m struggling here. A) Because if you or I were ever to see a strange Romany man on a bus we’d just see a strange Romany man on a bus and B) because we don’t ever see strange Romany men on a bus or if we do we realise too late that our wallet’s gone.
Where are the schizophrenics, the Romanies, the women running for trains with attendant personal epiphanies? I’m starting to feel like everything is always going on one carriage down, or behind me, or just as I leave the pub. That bizarre incidents are happening all around me but ten seconds later or three doors down. I’m starting to feel like those cops in movies about the secret life of America’s Depression Era. The ones who walk into Speak Easys just as the tables with the roulette wheels, gambling chips and prohibition booze flip over and all there is is a suspicious-but-unpindownable energy hanging over the room.
So this blog is going to be a plea to the other bloggers to let us into their club, to include us in their occult acts of sympathetic magic, to allow us to undergo the Secret Initiation whereby the hidden world of the blogger opens up to the rest of us. And if there’s a handshake, c’mon, teach us that too. Just don't make us wear a cassock or run naked gauntlets of paddles in some cold candle-lit marble tomb. That stuff is still best left to the Tories.
© Nick Tucker 22/10/2006
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