Posts Tagged ‘culture’

We have just spent several evenings in the glorious company of the cast of This Is not A Murder Mystery.
We’ve thoroughly enjoyed the six-part series. The production values are set very high, with a superb cast who fully inhabit their characters (they may not be the characters of the actual artists, but that is part of the subtle shifting of perspectives).

‘directed by Hans Herbots and is based on an original idea by Christophe Dirickx and Matthias Lebeer and written and created by Dirickx and Paul Baeten
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/This_Is_Not_a_Murder_Mystery

This is in the form of a classic Agatha Christie English country house murder mystery.
The plot centres around a grand country house, back in the 1930s. There is to be a major Surrealist exhibition, for which several main artists have been invited for a week to prepare and exhibit their works.

We have Salvador Dali, and Gali (played by Spanish actor Iñaki Mur, and Russian actor Regina Bikkinina respectively)
Man Ray partnered with Lee Miller (Frank Bourke and Florence Hall)
Renee Magritte, with later Georgette Magritte (Pierre Gervais, and Mathilde Garnier)
Max Ernst (Mike Hoffman)
There are also Sheila Legge, performance artist (Lauren Versnick), and Nash Leslie (Oscar Louis Högström).

The exhibition invites include Peggy Guggenheim, Nancy Cunard, Picasso, Sigmund Freud.

‘the director Herbots was quoted by Variety as saying that they chose “newcomers instead of established actors” because they did not want “famous faces drawing attention away from the characters…The show is a real ensemble piece, and I thought it was very important to find personalities that match but were also able to create conflict. We managed to get a really interesting ensemble”.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/This_Is_Not_a_Murder_Mystery

As you can see a close-matching continental cast has been chosen – and it is they who give the whole series a sense of expansiveness and creative fervour. Filmed in Belgium (Antwerp, I think) and Ireland, it gives a great appeal.

I am trying not to give any or too many spoilers. But…
there are several murders, each using an image from one of the artists, in turn, beginning with Renee Magritte.
Renee Magritte is the main character throughout, and also the one most on the outside, the others ask Why are you here?and he feels his isolation from the start. He slowly recognises his kinship with the more out-and-out Surrealists.

There are some truly spectacular scenes, images.
If you do get to watch the series, then the penultimate scene, the unmasking of the murderer is truly spectacular, I have not seen a scene so well done. The acting is superb, and the visualisation of such a stunning event is perfect.

I highly recommend the series.

Who won the 6th European Seagull Screeching Championship 2026?

Their official page cannot be found.
We can only piece together bits of information from pay-for sites and he dubious social media sites:

16 countries provided contestants, we learn from Instagram, along with vid-snippets.
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DXn97VUj99Q/

New York Times has good colour and warm photos,
https://www.nytimes.com/video/world/europe/100000010134350/belguim-europe-seagull-competition.html

See also
https://www.facebook.com/Reuters/videos/contestants-faced-off-in-the-belgian-coastal-town-of-de-panne-on-sunday-at-the-a/997770812823329/

If the official information comes through I’ll let you know.

Scottish Common Ridings

Posted: April 20, 2026 in Chat
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or, better, Border Scots Common Ridings.
No matter how it’s written, they are Under Threat.

Expense – insurance, facilities hire, all the little necessities, are becoming far too expensive to finance.
The cost of horse owning is now no longer a matter of choice, but one of necessity, the horse must pay its way.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/c0j67p13z6qo

One Ridings’ group has been scouring their region to find someone to take on one of the major roles of the Riding, that of Cornet. But no one was interested.
There are three main roles, that of Cornet, Cornet’s Lass, and Pursuivant.

For more on The Common Ridings of the Scottish Borders see my earlier post:

Every so often you come to a place where you feel the need to question, re-evaluate, what you once took as known.

I don’t remember now why, but something prompted me to have another look at Buddhism.
Buddhism is something I seemed to have valued at the back of my mind, for a long time. How it was always there and quietly directing my inclinations.
But did I have it ‘aright’, to allow it to do this?

It is quite an eye-opener when you look at it disinterestedly.
It was mention of the Diamond and Heart Sutras as the very core of the teachings made me look, I think. I searched these out and… were there translation problems? Was it cultural and time-based dislocations, but they read as incomprehensible.
How could millions of people devote their lives, over millennia?
How could Buddhism come about?

I found an excellent essay on academia.edu that gave the socio-economic conditions at the time of Gotama, this goes some way into answering my questions

It’s the nitty-gritty, though, how was it managed in person?
Shortly after attaining enlightenment Buddha gave a sermon, included in it was abhorrent misogynism. In fact it was the normal misogynism of the ultra-religious, and of the cultures of his time. It took five years of pleadings for him to allow female disciples to his teachings.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Criticism_of_Buddhism#Buddhism_and_women

He would only minister to half of the population.
The enlightened Buddha had not overcome the limitations of his cultural and religious background.

What I took to be the great innovations, the lack of belief and reliance on gods, supernatural beings and supernatural accomplishments, came down to reliance on one’s own meditation-intuitions, to feel your way forward by following inner promptings, and ambition to get there, of course.
http://www.dhammatalks.net/Books13/Piyadassi_Thera-The_Buddha-His_Life_and_Teaching.pdf


These were also parts of the many sects of the period and later, because we must remember most commentaries on Buddhism were written in later periods, each with its own distinct views of the world, and of how life was valued, made meaningful.

This self-reliance I also find questionable. It is backed up by deep immersion in the religious texts of the period and area, the Vedas.
Do we then interpret our inner experiences in light of the teachings laid down in the texts, and tinkered with by Buddha’s teachings? What ‘self’ is this, a manufactured self?
How wonky is most people’s natural inner experience. How reliable are we?

Questions arise all-through: so many religions are based on withdrawal from the world. There must be studies of this phenomena.
We have a world, a body… to spend one’s life in withdrawal from it all, is that ‘life’? Or is withdrawal a perversion of life, not a natural order? And therefore this meditation-intuition, is that inner knowledge but clothed in the current clothes of religious systems? Do we alter our bodies to fit our clothes?

In other commentaries the sources have Buddha refer to his part in the ongoing Buddha lives of all times, how he remembers each one.
But each Buddha, by definition, had broken his chains with the world, time, being. Would his knowledge and memories still be accessible-retrievable?

Dhammatalks gives an account of his death:

Then the Master entered into those nine successive stages of meditative absorption (jhāna) which are of increasing sublimity: first the four fine-material absorptions (rūpa-jhāna), then the four immaterial absorptions (arūpa-jhāna), and finally the state where perceptions and sensations entirely cease (saññā-vedayita-nirodha). Then he returned through all these stages to the first fine- material absorption and rose again to the fourth one. Immediately after having re-entered this stage (which has been described as having “purity of mindfulness due to equanimity”), the Buddha passed away (parinibbāyi). He realized Nibbāna that is free from any substratum of further becoming (parinibbāna).62
http://www.dhammatalks.net/Books13/Piyadassi_Thera-The_Buddha-His_Life_and_Teaching.pdf

The question is, how do we know? Did he give a running commentary?

I seem very disparaging in all this, it is mainly because I took so much on trust.
It is the first stage of my disappointment.
Many fine and enduring insights, and very important deeds, have come from Buddhism over time.
Those cannot be taken away.


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for Virginia Guiffre, and the untold others

What if the monarchy ended up being down-graded or discarded?
There have been anti-monarchists as long as there have been monarchs.
But, this present calamity…!

What would there be in its place?
– Just look at that very strange outpouring at Diana’s funeral.
And the peculiar ceremonials of crowning the new monarch.
Unlike anything else in the British humdrum world.

What could possibly fill that hole?

Certainly not any politics or politicians.

What is the current mood in Britain on the monarchy?
How do you find out?
Not through social media. I doubt even through newspaper columns and letters. It’s bound to be in constant motion as the current catastrophe unravels.

Never a particularly bright one, Andrew; who knows the damage he has done though, to trade, but most importantly, to people

– Queen Victoria’s son, Prince Albert, had a very dubious reputation also – wasn’t there a peculiar type of male piercing named after him?

Elizabeth II had her memorable moments, not many, but they were there. On Trump’s first meeting she is reported to have said of Trump marriage, ‘She must have an ‘arrangement’.’
When Boris Johnson, political clown, was deposed, she was reported to have said’ Thank goodness, I didn’t want that idiot at my funeral’ (or something similar).
But she protected him, for years, gave him millions. The hushed-up doings and people connected to the present monarchy have been long known.

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I had been indifferent to the Monarchy for quite some time, and then the Queen made a visit to the town I lived in. I was present, so had a gawp.
It was the mood of the place that affected me: carnival,
something almost unknown in that prosaic place.
That lift of the spirits – not just time off work – but a real lift; the effect was somewhere, an unused place, within people.

Make no mistake, it certainly was not nationalism.
It was something else entirely, something completely ‘off the board’, as the saying is.

No, the alternative to the monarch has to be non-aligned, capable of bridging a wide range of temperaments and opinions.

Of course we then come down to responsibilities of the incumbent.
Expense, and funding of the incumbent.

And not forgetting the strains and warping tensions, perceptions, dimensions, of anyone have to live that goldfish life.

Then we get to that repugnant sense of entitlement.
The one where other people’s lives are seen as ‘lesser’, where others can be made use of because the user deems himself protected, even ‘honoured’.

  • Yes, the concept of ‘honouring,’ and knighting, and peerages, certainly needs an overhaul.

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I have often wondered whether it was possible to have a ‘European-style’ monarchy, where the members are part of (a larger version of) society. People involved in the world.
With still a sense of specialness.
Without specialness the dullness becomes overwhelming.

I have often wondered also, whether having a new, modern Parliament building, and no ceremony, would produce a more workable government.
The present building produces a particular mind-set; a new building could help smooth out transitions to more egalitarian, fairer, more stream-lined systems.

I have often wondered when I am going to gain access to the real world, where systems work, people have aspirations, and fairness, justice….

The Golden Age of Games

Posted: February 14, 2026 in Chat
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This must truly be the Golden Age of games. 

I mean table-top board games, here, analogue games.

I am in awe at some of the incredible subjects that games now cover.
For example try

 Hansa-Teutonica, 

a game based on the medieval Hanseatic League

https://tabletopia.com/games/hansa-teutonica

Or,  

Viticulture

yes that’s right a wine-grower’s game-compendia.

But this is the one that truly caught my imagination:

The Great Library

https://tabletopia.com/games/great-library

A complex and incredibly detailed exploration of scribes, scriptoria and all the assets needed to become the fountainhead of a period’s knowledge.

For the Lovecraftians, there is 

The Arkham Horror

Not your thing? Then try 


Weather Machine


another complex game, the exploration of the theme of weather and how to manipulate weather-systems.

The knowledge systems games use are amazing. Here we become meteorologists, science-based players, gathering all materials in order to experiment with weather-change.

www.eagle-gryphon.com/products/weather-machine

The designer and illustrator Vital Lacerda and Ian O’Toole are particularly good.

But to be really up to date, pertinent, how about 

CO2 Second Chance 

by the same game designer as Weather Machine

‘In CO2 you will be utilising your money, workers, and market manipulation skills over CEPs to construct renewable energy power plants. These power plants will be built in the continents you decide on, and each area will have randomised stipulations. You will send your workers to work in your constructed power plants, gain knowledge in the different renewable energy sources and send them to energy summits to promote global awareness of the issues the world is facing. While engaging in these activities you will be checking off the requirements needed to beat the game. The less you have checked off by the end of the round, the more pollution that gets pumped into the atmosphere, and the more pollution that gets pumped out the more likely you are to fail the game.’

https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/214887/co2-second-chance

These tend to be science-based games. And this one brings home how dire the present industrial thinking on transport and storage of CO2 really can be.

What is particularly impressive is the imaginative scope, coupled with great visuals – the  illustration level of expertise is very high.

The best games are not battle games but depend on outwitting your adversaries. 
Crafty-ness, skill, feint.

The particulars of place, and the specifics of persons, are the main grid references in the career of Celia Birtwell.

There are many images for characterising her life: she is fireweed, blown seeds fruiting everywhere; she is honeysuckle, weaving and winding through her time and age to blossom with exotic scents; she is… it has to be a floral/faunal image, especially garden variety.

The grid points depict moments of surges of growth; these are interspersed by, at times long periods of quiet, of underground rooting.

Where the grid points of place and person coincide we see the major growth spurts.

The first grid point is Salford, (Manchester, northern England) the year 1941. You will not find her on the electoral register for that year; it was a year without a census.

Where was her schooling, who were her friends? She has learned that private is indeed private, but that a personal life can become public property.

Our next grid point is Salford College of Art, the year 1956. No records exist of her Textile Design course; I have enquired. Who, again, were her friends and colleagues?

Moving in on another trajectory we find Raymond (Ossie) Clark, Warrington (Lancashire, northern England), 1942: “Born in the middle of air raid!” voluble; lively; tyro. The meeting, ‘The Cona Coffee Club’, Tib Lane, Manchester. It was a ‘bring your own record’ place; already we have the ‘bright young things’; an identity of their own; the age of the teenager. This was Manchester waking up and hopping to a new rhythm.

And so they met, one incandescent and fiery, the other grounded, earthed, maybe a little pagan.

Like any wind that could stir in those static post-war years, it blew south. We next plot them separately in Notting Hill, London, 1961; Celia worked in the Wig Department of the Aldwych Theatre. They were provincials, Northern, working class; they had all the credentials for crashing London barriers. But the confidence to hawk designs around those venerable fashion houses came from set designer Anthony Powell, painter Hugh McKinnon. Her designs sold straight away.

The Clark-Birtwell collaboration became a working reality. We hit 1965, they had dedicated outlets: the Quorum Boutique, London, and stars queuing at the door.

Celia designed the fabrics, and Ossie tailored them into outfits, shirts, dresses. They clothed the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Pattie Boyd, Marianne Faithful, Twiggy; later Jimi Hendrix, Telitha Getty, Paloma Picasso. From the fashion aristos to the real aristos.

1969 and the relationship became a marriage, with children. But that was not the age of marriage-with-children. Ossie loved the rock star scene, spent most of his time out there; Celia meanwhile hunted out Vita Sackville-West’s wonderful garden at Sissinghurst, and Kew Gardens; taking notes from Bakst’s Ballet Russe costumes; from Picasso, Matisse. The gaps opened up. They were always there. The marriage fell apart in 1973.

A booming business; a van driver who would one day provide live, happening music: Dave Gilmour pre Pink Floyd, “He never spoke.”; Brian Jones camped out in a flat above the shop.

Paris 1969, and the person entering the graph was David Hockney, bronzed from California, suave from success. He produced the wonderful Mr and Mrs Clark and Percy, now accorded Greatest British Painting status.  But the painting shows the strain of the relationship: the cat was not Percy but Blanche; the body language is all askew. It was originally read by the hip art establishment as a depiction of modern marriage: new establishment mores, full of alternative interests and directions, yet stable. She looked in that painting, she said, “too bovine”: she was not that placid, so acquiescent.

After the break-up Celia disappeared from the chart. She had regular work with the Radley label, but time was taken bringing up two sons, one needing extra care, and teaching at Art Colleges. This was the 70’s; and very remedial times where a woman’s, not to mention a mother’s, place in industry and fashion was concerned.

It was not until 1984 we see another grid reference, when Hockney encouraged her to launch once more into the marketplace. And the place, Westbourne Grove, her own shop.

Scoot to 2006 and her fabric and clothes designs for Top Shop sold out completely within forty-five minutes of the store opening its doors.

In 2007 we chart the Elle Decoration Design Award for Fashion Contribution to Interiors. Because her work now covers Fashion, Accessories, Furnishings, Wall Papers. With ranges of Classic, Couture, Jacobean fashions in glorious silks, with pink and gold designs, with silk organza, cotton and linen, sometimes flannel, her work continues to grow, expand, gain recognition.

I have given the grid readings but not the topography; privacy became something of a major concern in her life; she saw what happened to Ossie; the publication of the Diaries was one step too close. She shielded the children from the more lurid details.

The grid points can be read also as loom settings: the fabric woven is rich, strangely textured in places, but in the whole exquisitely pleasing and accessible, malleable and delightful.

She now has the stability, and a client-base to die for.


www.celiabirtwell.com

Andrew George has become quite an authority on the Gilgamesh epic, translating cuneiform fragments, piecing together the epic.
The Epic of Gilgamesh, A New Translation, by Andrew George. Published by Allen Lane, 1999.
ISBN 0 713 99196 8

We have to remember that there is no complete epic, all that we have are one substantial set of fragments from the one source, and lots of other very fragmented texts from over a period of time, and territories.
It s debatable if anyone other than ourselves have ever read the tale in the form we now have it, patched and cut-and-pasted from myriad fragments from other other places, other time periods.

The earliest versions are based on a hero called Bilgames, a young king of Ur. Enkidu was his servant.
His territory was challenged by another city’s king, and the inevitable fighting ensued. Of course, Bilgames won, and sent the other king home.

It is remarkable how this domestic ‘squabble’ became transformed into what we now have as the Epic of Gilgamesh.
In our epic, Gilgamesh is two parts god, one human. Enkidu has become the wild man, living among lions, gazelles, knowing their speech, drinking from the same water holes.
The speed of events surprised me on re-reading. No sooner is Enkidu brought into the human world, the city of Ur, bond-friendship with hero Gilgamesh, than they are off on a dangerous advnture against Humbaba, god of the cedar forest.
Why, is never explained.
They return from that when the goddess Ishtar takes a liking to Gilgamesh, but he spurned her.
She appealed to Anu, her father and greatest of the gods, and they sent down the ‘bull of heaven’ against Gilgamesh.
Together the two heroes kill it (!), and once again spurn Ishtar – and Enkidu also, in a very rude fashion.
Of course someone has to pay for that, and it is Enkidu.
Gilgamesh learns about mortality, death. It terrifies him.

What happens next turns very strange. Gilgamesh leaves the human, civilised world, and enters Enkidu’s wild world, searching for the answers to life and death.
He made it to the tavern at the end of the world (Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?) then through into unworldly realms, to the Noah figure who resided there with his wife. He had been a mortal man whom the gods granted immortality (- and to his wife!).
Incidentally, the great flood was released by only one god, Enlil, and seen as a great mistake by the other gods.

The great hero Gilgamesh failed at the tasks he was given by Uta-Napishtu/Noah. He was denied full immortality.
In recompense he was allowed to take some of the deep-sea herb of rejuvenation, ‘like sea-holly’. Only for it to be stolen later… by a snake.

Other versions had him as a king of the underworld, others as returning home to Ur.

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Gaps appear all over the place, a lot where it is most crucial. What is said at the crucial Gilgamesh-Humbaba challenge?
Maybe this is the cause of a lot of discrepancies in the story: how the two heroes spurn Ishtar only to appeal to her and venerate her; their dependency on the help of Shamash, the sun god, for guidance, advice. Many other niggles in the tale.

Shamash grew worried, and bending down
he spoke to Gilgamesh:
‘O Gilgamesh, where are you wandering?
The life that you seek you will never find.”

Said Gilgamesh to him, to the hero Shamash:
‘After roaming, wandering all through the wild,
when I enter the Netherworld will rest be scarce?
I shall lie there sleeping all down the years!

‘Let my eyes see the sun and be sated with light!
The darkness is hidden, how much light is there left?
When may the dead see the rays of the sun?’
from Tablet IX

Italics ‘… indicate insecure decipherment and uncertain renderings of words in the extant text.’

It is worth wondering how accurately the ‘extant text’ conveys the existential tone of this piece above.
What are the language tones of ancient Sumerian, Babylonian, Assyrian texts?
Would Shamash grow ‘worried’, and did he did worry about this sort of thing, and/or knew it as such? Would he know himself to ‘grow’ worried? Our concepts are not necessarily adaptable to those times.



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I once made an argument that this version falls into two halves. The first brings Enkidu in from the wilds; the second sends Gilgamesh out into the wilds.

  • ‘The wilds’ – that tale from Bede about the sparrow in the mead hall. I have often wondered about that: it spends most of its ‘existence’ out in the wilds, a short quick dash through the comfort, warmth, light, humanity, of the mead hall, then out again
    The wilds are brutal. And yet we share part of our nature with them – how big a part? Does its growth build up every so often and need sating or trimming back like overgrown gardens?

My argument hinged on the importance of the female figures: Shamhat, who brought Enkidu in; Ishtar who Gilgamesh spurned; the keeper of the tavern at the end of the world.
Each one plays a crucial role, but it is Ishtar who turns the Gilgamesh-world inside out.

On re-reading, though, the female figures do not play such crucial roles, their position in the hierarchy is a lot less than I remembered.
It does still seem to fall into two antithetical halves.

Oh well.

Waiter’s Races 2025

Posted: October 31, 2025 in Chat
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We know of the Paris Waiter’s Race, with its 100 year’s history, with exceptions

https://www.vogue.co.uk/article/waiter-race-paris

Did you know that Leuven also has its own Race?

Also, see my post:
https://michael9murray.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=11809&action=edit

Well, now here we have Antwerp’s own Grand Waiter’s Race:

https://www.vrt.be/vrtnws/en/2025/10/27/grand-waiters_-race-on-antwerp-s-market-square/

It is a pity I cannot give you the photo image, it is a joy (though it must have been chilly, in those short-sleeve uniforms).
The date was Sunday 26th October. And it wasn’t just a race, but an obstacle race!
During the Grand Waiters’ Race, around 60 participants first have to pour three perfect Bollekes or glasses of Antwerp Pale Ale as well as a glass of Duvel. Then with a full tray they complete an obstacle course. For every drop spilled, a penalty second is added.
(op cit)

It was won by Leslie Castelleins, and her colleague Joppe De Beule came in for silver. Both from the same brasserie!

Some speak of outdoing other city races, of making it all about speed: who is fastest, having all intact on their tray at the end… but, come on,
Enjoy.

Japanese Drumming

Posted: October 5, 2025 in Chat
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Trio per Uno トリオ ペル ウーノ – ジヴコヴィッチ

Three young Japanese women, precision artists, give an outstanding performance.

The demure dress, and the huge skill. Wonderful.