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By Our Selves: the DVD/BluRay is out

Kickstarters rejoice:

The dual format DVD/BluRay of By Our Selves will be out on 30th November and is available to pre-order now.”

Those who missed the opportunity to contribute to this project, you can finally pre-order your DVD/BluRay copies.

Click on the image below and head to the Soda Pictures website now

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Iain Sinclair: A Life in Film by Daniel Marc Janes in the Los Angeles Review of Books

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(updated*2) Official launch of the 70×70 book at the LRB

Finally confirmed:

http://www.londonreviewbookshop.co.uk/events/2014/10/70×70-unlicensed-preaching-iain-sinclair

Additional announcement by PURGE:

http://us4.campaign-archive1.com/?u=c6f1444e1ee08f268635fc69e&id=be858e455b&e=c4e0c84bfc

DEAR FRIENDS*

THIS THURSDAY 23RD OCTOBER WE PUBLISH IAIN SINCLAIR’S NEW BOOK
UNLICENSED PREACHING: A LIFE UNPACKED IN 70 FILMS (pages above)

at LONDON REVIEW OF BOOKS
14 BURY PLACE
LONDON WC1A 2JL

CONTRIBUTIONS FROM / CONVERSATIONS WITH
Alan Moore
Barrie Keeffe
Colin MacCabe
Andrew Kotting
Chris Petit
…and many more…

PETIT WILL BE IN CONVERSATION WITH SINCLAIR AND COMPOSER SUSAN STENGER
ON NOT WHAT HAS BEEN
BUT WHAT (AND WHERE) NEXT

 

The 70×70 book went to print today

The follow message from the aliens at Purge appeared in the mailbox today:
THE 70X70 BOOK WENT TO PRINT TODAY.
PUBLICATION DATE AND OFFICIAL LAUNCH AT LONDON REVIEW OF BOOKS ON 23RD OCTOBER. BUT WE’RE HAVING A PRE-LAUNCH WHERE FOLK CAN GUARANTEE 7 FRAMES FROM THE NEGATIVE OF HIS BIRTHDAY FOOTAGE INSERTED INTO EACH ADVANCE COPY – AVAILABLE AT THE SAME PRICE.
SEPTEMBER 28 AT ICA.
UNBELIEVABLE PROGRESS.
Iain70x70BookPURGEsite

Last Writes: 70×70 @ The Barbican

Here is a short piece written by Iain Sinclair for the 70×70 grand final.

According to the Psalmist: ‘The days of our years are threescore and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.’

Thanks to Paul Smith (for the original and unworkable notion) and to Stanley Schtinter (for working it), my first bonus year after that biblical allotment has been about flying, bunker to coop, Hackney Picture House to Elephant and Castle, talking about (and sometimes staying to view) a catalogue of 70 films. On a number of occasions, Chris Petit has stepped in for me, and improved the day with his insights into the current state of play; the era of decommissioning, films without film, museums of loneliness. Gareth Evans is always somewhere at hand, melting down defunct projects and alchemising them into something new.

The party comes to an end at the Barbican this coming weekend, June 7 & 8. Footfalls are welcome.

On Saturday we will screen a bunch of films rarely if ever seen (never in public places). The show begins with a 16mm piece made in Dublin in the early ‘60s, with Tom Baker (of future Witchfinder General fame), and continues, by way of a 1967 documentary about Allen Ginsberg, to 8mm diary records (in the spirit of Jonas Mekas) recording communal life in Hackney. Maggid Street,a fictional extension of this activity, was cooked up with the collaboration of the sculptor/poet/performance artist Brian Catling. And later finessed with graphics by Dave McKean. Catling, now a celebrated international artist, and author of The Vorrh (sold to major publishers in USA and UK), will be present. And there will be discussions with Chris Petit and Susan Stenger, whose compositions and sound retrievals form a major component in several of the films.

On Sunday, there will be a programme of more public features, television and sponsored film commissions. Three of the films, not available on DVD, were made in partnership with Petit: The Cardinal and the Corpse, The Falconer, Asylum. They will be followed by films made by Andrew Kötting, which will include the collaborative pedalo voyage from Hastings to Hackney, Swandown. And a trailer for the latest Kötting/Sinclair madness, By Our Selves, a tramp in the footsteps of the poet John Clare, Epping Forest to his home village, north of Peterborough. Clare is inhabited by Freddie Jones. Kötting is hidden inside a Straw Bear. There will be further dialogues, debates, with participants. As well as predictably unexpected bonus items.

One of the final 70×70 shows – a great triple bill – drew an audience of four people (three participants and a single outsider). I was not discouraged. Indeed, that afternoon felt very much like the best obituary for a certain kind of cinema and for the whole concept to travelling across London to locate the special places where films are curated.

The Barbican gathering won’t happen again, not for me. Most of these films will disappear into lock-ups and insecure vaults. (Apart from the Kötting pieces, which will be vigorously and constantly promoted by the performer/artist. And available at the touch of a website.) I look forward to finding out what happens. As the last chapter of this fiction of listing and (mis)remembering.