THE ZETETIC WEBSITE - PHOTOGRAPHS BY ALEXANDER BRATTELL
PORTALS
AND SPIRITS
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Shown at Upstairs at the Clerk's House 118 1/2 Shoreditch High Street London E.1 15 April - 23 May 1999 |
Elegance,
Bow |
In the foundations of the Tower of London is the remains of a 150 ft stone lined shaft dating back to Roman times and believed to be an astronomical observatory. Being so far below ground means that the ambient glow of the moon is cancelled out, under these circumstances it is also possible to see stars during the daytime. The Wobbler Volume vi, 1996 |
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Reflected
Portal, Poplar |
Think of London, a small city. It’s dark, dark in the daytime. The people sleep, sleep in the daytime. If they want to, if they want to. I’m checking them out, I’m checking them out, I got it figured out, I got it figured out. There’s good points and bad points. find a city, find myself a city to live in. Talking
Heads - Cities, 1979
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Directive,
Blackwall Tunnel |
The air of London is damp and depressing. It suggests the conciousness of sin. Whether one has a suite in the Savoy or an attic in Hoxton, the same spiritual atmosphere weighs upon the soul. Aleister
Crowley - The Confessions, 1929
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Solstice,
East London |
They had an extensive reputation. They made their home in Victoria Grove - that was merely their centre of operation, for they were incurably given to rove. They were very well known in Cornwall Gardens, in Launceston Place and in Kensington Square - they had really a little more reputation than a couple of cats can very well bear. T.S. Eliot - Old
Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, 1939
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Genus
Loci, Bishopsgate |
London Stone, in Cannon Street was an altar set up by Brutus in honour of Diana, his divine guide. so long as the stone of Brutus is safe, so long shall London flourish. Brutus, as king, built his palace on the future site of Guildhall, where effigies of giants were one day to stand. Geoffrey Ashe
- Mythology of the British Isles, 1990
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Wharf,
Rotherhithe |
With a shriek of "I see London", he fell - fell against the hard, moonlit rock, fell into it as if it were water, fell through it, vanished, and was seen by the boy no more. E.M. Forster -
The Celestial Omnibus, 1912
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