Field Trip Happenstance Poetry Psychogeography Symbol

This Land…

Machrie Moor Arran

This land

these      rocks and stones

vessels of deep time

being                 before

being inscribed

in landscape

before      being

named and claimed

as landscape.

This land

a made place

a place             made

to build, dwell


Gone now

gone.          Only

ghosts and bocans


the stones      over

peat bog, moss

moor and lichen.


Breathe and feel

the chiliastic serenity

of this uncanny land.

I rediscovered this photograph recently which was taken a couple of years ago at Machrie Moor on the Isle of Arran.  We were on holiday and I went out at around 6.00am to go for a walk before the family were up.  It’s about 2.5km to the stones from the closest road, which is long enough to immerse yourself in the feeling of the place.  The photograph is of the main grouping of stones which stand amongst a ritual landscape consisting of seven stone circles, several chambered cairns and hut circles.  A highly evocative liminal landscape to wander alone in the thin morning light wrapped in light drizzle. Whilst written at a different time of the day, I cannot better the feeling described by John McArthur in The Antiquities of Arran (1861):

We have never witnessed a wilder and more grandly solemn scene than these old circles on the Mauchrie Moor, looming in shadowy indistinctiveness of an autumn moonlight…as we wandered amongst the old ruins, the weirdly stirring legends of the past haunted our mind, til the wreaths of mist seemed to float about like shadowy phantoms and the circling monoliths and hoary cromlech appeared to rise from the heath, like ghosts of the heroes of old, bending around the grave of their buried chief.

On my way back to the road, I’m reflecting on  the tales of local folklore and particularly the stories of the bocans (malign spirits) which are said to inhabit the area.  I’m rolling some sheep trintle in my hand  – those soft wisps of wool which get snagged on fences or whin.  It was as quiet as a remote landscape could be. Only the occasional bird call, a tuft of wind, the soft fizz of drizzle. Amongst all the greens and browns, I’m distracted by an impressive growth of witches butter, that bright yellow, almost golden fungus and head over for a closer look.  I’m just about to step over a large tuft of moor grass, when, as is their wont, a pheasant takes wing from almost underneath my foot, squawking like a banshee.   As the bird ascends in that awkward, unbalanced, flapping squall a tail feather whirligigs down from the sky which I manage to catch just before it hits the ground.

A gift from the moor dwellers to soothe my pounding heart.

Pheasant Feather/Sheep Trintle Cloud
Pheasant Feather/Sheep Trintle Cloud

Now playing: Eliane Radigue – Koumé, the third part of Trilogie de la Mort.

Field Trip Observation Psychogeography

Bouncing on Sacrilege: Deller, Debord and Jumping for Joy

Sacrilege, Glasgow Green, 5th May 2012

It is futile to search in our theories of architecture or dérive for any other motive than the passion for play.

Guy Debord (1)

As we enter Glasgow Green, my daughter takes aim, like an archer pulling a bowstring and points to the horizon. “There it is!”  We both follow the trajectory of the imaginary arrow and gaze over the vast expanse of green common land.  From all directions,  ant-like threads of people are drifting towards the iconic structure of Stonehenge sitting in the landscape.  The lines of people are converging and congregating around the monument and we can hear the distant sounds of carnival.  Feeling the totemic pull of the stones, we set off to join them.  This is why we have come.

Except this Stonehenge is Jeremy Deller’s ultimate bouncy castle version. An interactive art installation named Sacrilege and part of the Glasgow International Festival of Visual Art.  Such is the popularity of Sacrilege, that, on arrival, we are assigned to one of the two holding ‘pens’ which allow up to one hundred people, at a time, to assemble and wait for a fifteen minute ‘interactive experience’ with the exhibit.  As we sit in the sunshine, and soak up the celebration taking place amongst the stones, it really is a joy to watch the utter delight on faces as they attempt to run, jump, roll, lie or simply walk. Toddlers are happy to bounce up and down on the spot whilst the older kids are going off like pressure cookers, doing cartwheels, forward rolls, playing tig and body slamming into the iconic henge.  Adults are given licence to do pretty much the same if they can keep up.  A tribe of teenage goths stick to the perimeter, appearing to be disoriented by the brilliant sunshine and riot of lurid green plastic. Some pilgrims simply take refuge at the base of a stone and observe.

Empty Sacrilege

What also contributes to the Sacrilege experience is how the area is completely cleared between pen changeovers. For a short period of time  the empty installation is replete with possibility, creating a sense of playful anticipation in the crowd as shoes are kicked off,  jerseys discarded and bags are heaped in piles.  The good-humoured security crew attempt to enforce their mock authority as they patrol the ‘control zone’ between crowd and structure, yakking into their walkie talkies.  An anarchic youngster unable to contain herself, sneaks under the rope and makes a dash for the centre before being retrieved, kicking and screaming, by a slightly embarrassed parent. The heid bummer security guard with the megaphone barks out instructions  (“no shoes, heavy bags, human sacrifice”) and the rope is finally dropped with all the ceremony of an Olympic starting gun. It’s a mad, mad rammy to clamber on to the structure and within seconds all ontological baggage is released by the sheer thrill of being and bouncing in the moment. When our turn comes around we (I!) soon find that fifteen minutes of plastic stone hi-jinks is pretty exhausting but exhilarating. We are part of a communal assemblage, literally jumping for joy. Sacrilege indeed.

Jeremy Deller 'Sacrilege' Glasgow Green. 5th May 2012

I’m not overly familiar with Deller’s work, but afterwards it struck me that there is a lot more going on with this bouncy castle than at first may appear.  I’m reminded of Ralph Rumney and Guy Debord’s attraction to the ludic ideas of Huizinga who proposed that spontaneity, play and festival should be a vital part of daily life and a potentially transformative agent to break free from the ‘stultifying nature of boring, non-ludic life’.  Hussey suggests that Huizinga’s arguments had a revolutionary significance for Debord who was intrigued by the suggestion that games or spontaneous play could be experimental forms of new social behaviour.  Rumney claims to have introduced Huizinga’s Homo Ludens to Debord which was instrumental in providing him with a vocabulary for thinking about and anticipating ‘the construction of situations’. If nothing else, Deller has certainly constructed a situation. I’m also reminded of Bakhtin’s notion of the carnivalesque whereby the participation in carnival can remove individuals from the social hierarchies of everyday non-carnival life and allow  the exercise of normally repressed energies to flower. Perhaps Sacrilege can be viewed as a practice of Situationist détournement.  By hi-jacking the iconic image of Stonehenge, and all of its associated cultural baggage, Deller has created a new artwork that celebrates free assembly, mass appeal and the carnivalesque. Perhaps more importantly it is playful, fun, cheeky and joyous.  Not terms that would leap to mind should you visit the original Wiltshire version these days.  I understand that Sacrilege is now heading to ‘the Olympics’ and it will be interesting to observe whether the Glasgow experience will be ‘allowed’ to translate to a very different cultural space.  Will anyone be able to pitch up at will, freely assemble and take part? We shall observe with interest.

Sacrilege II, Glasgow Green 5th May 2012

And as we join the dehydrated but elated crowd drifting over the green common land to the winter gardens of the People’s Palace, we also take the chance to view the people’s history of Glasgow.  A history of grim social conditions and top-down imposed planning failures, leavened with histories of resistance. My daughter is particularly taken with two iconic artefacts from popular culture: Billy Connolly’s banana boots and Alex Harvey’s leather jacket.  Two performers, who also know/knew something about invoking the carnivalesque.

So here we are, with freedom
within our sweaty, greedy, grasps.
So remember this, boys and girls,
when freedom comes along…
DON’T pish in the water supply…

Alex Harvey

Now playing: The Sensational Alex Harvey Band – Live


(1) Guy Debord, ‘Architecture and Play’ Potlach no. 20 (May 30, 1955).

(2) Andrew Hussey, (2001), The Game of War: The Life and Death of Guy Debord  (London, Jonathan Cape).