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“Content which masquerades as meaningful when it is in fact facsimile.”

Too right. Large parts of this blog are cut and paste.

“The meaning is an object with which to toil. But what does it mean?”


I’ve no idea but that was just the little exhibition by the cafe. #lukemccreadie. Zabludowicz Collection.

When I went into the main bit it looked like this…

#donnahuanca #scarcymbals

But you can’t just say… “I’ve seen a picture on Martin’s blog, that’s fine, I don’t need to go.”
Because it’s wonderfully sensory you see with a rubbery smell, a sinister humming and periodic naked performers.

5 Colin Stars,


Martin x


I looked into the bottomless pit.
I looked through Facebook.
A sense of self is fabricated via a supply chain of objects, ideas and experiences.
It’s just us… our perseverating embrace… I think I prefer it that way.
Ceaselessly circulating.
Ceaselessly stimulating.
David’s proposal was to make a work on how America broke his heart.
I didn’t do anything because I was scared.
There was, like, crying.
Yes, I feel you baby.
I wish it was different.
I had to take my shoes off.

(Some words).




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MY SOCIAL DOGGY post 3 (formerly thedoghouse)

Read my latest on the social network for dog lovers.


What’s this then?



A pile of old bricks?

No silly, it’s a modulation of space in relation to your own body.


There is a lot of stuff @_thewhitechapel #londonopen2015.

Some words: bricks, nudity, pottery, mud, lovely water colours, feelings, neon, stones.


Martin x 


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This a post I wrote for a doggy social network- ‘The Dog House.’

I’m a man (dog) about town.

London Town.

A dilletante, a flaneur, a bon viveur…

And as the weather improves there are a million more big and small things to enjoy in London.

My owner and I like nothing better than to glide around inside the capitals cultural hubs as well as in those tucked away gems… The shiny massiveness of the Tate Modern or the quirky and inspiring (and free) galleries of Bethnal Green.

But equally we enjoy the outside from the grandness of the royal parks to little gems like the Brunswick Road Green space in South Tottenham (my manor… You don’t know it…)

And there is no better excuse for a walk than a dog. To get out, to see, to contemplate… What’s on your doorstep.


Martin – ‘The Dog What’ xx



Today we walked round York.

First we went to York St Mary’s.

It was a church. There was art there.

Some words: “Through the refashioning of these inanimate objects we confront our own spacial presence within a collective soundscape.”

It was free.


Yesterday my mum and dad got married.

Some words:

‘Understand, I’ll slip quietly

Away from the noisy crowd

When I see the pale

Stars rising, blooming over the oaks.

I’ll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,

With only this one dream:

You come too.’
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “First Poems.”


Next we we went to the Castle Museum.

Some words: quality, old, stuff.


Some very special words:

Edward Monkton, ‘Love Monkey.’

“Come here,” she said. “I have something for you too.”

In her hand was a tiny golden heart. It was as worn and as scratched as Love Monkey’s own

…and it was the most precious thing that he had ever seen.

Love Monkey put his arms around her and they held each other for a long, long time.

“I shall treasure this heart for as long as I live,” said Dream Monkey, running her fingers over its ridged and dimpled surface.

Then they looked into each other’s eyes and, feeling the joy of truth in their souls for the first time, they began to laugh.

And often they sit together still, holding each other’s hearts in their warm hands, lifting them to the light…and laughing.


Martin xx



Rugby was shut.


Martin x



A treasure hunt amongst the old treasures.

Grayson Perry, Who are you? At the National Portrait Gallery.

Some words:

The queen, posh and becks, chris huhne, cheddar, some bloke off the xfactor, a hijab, the archers, the class divide, transexuality, war, vases.


margaret thatcher, earls, arthur scargill, ladies, princess Diana, kings, prince Charles, queens.

Go. It’s free, all that.