Showing posts with label famous huts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label famous huts. Show all posts

Friday, 12 May 2017

Thomas Robert Guest 1754–1818



ANNC (Prehist).514
Object typesvessel
Descriptionvessel
Materials: ceramic
Dimensions: 3.81 cm x 5.3975 cm (top) [height x diameter]
Date: Bronze Age (Britain) (c. 2500 - c. 800 cal. BC)
Period: Bronze Age (Britain) (c. 2500 - c. 800 cal. BC)
Associated Places: Winterslow Hut Barrow Group, Wiltshire, England (place of excavation)
Associated Persons: Allan Borman Hutchins (excavator)
Acquisition: Presented by the Rev. A. B. Hutchins, 1847.

`In field not far from road which leads from Amesbury turnpike into Bulford'. Prob. either BuLFORD 2, 3, or 4. Ex. A. B. Hutchins 1824 or earlier: primary (crouched?) skeleton, grooved dagger, and beaker beneath immense sarsen; 2 secondary cremations in urns, one being LBA with applied horse shoe bands. (Wessex grave 52.) Mod. Wilts. Hund. of Alderbury, 209 Arch. xliii. 350, fig. 27; BAP 373. Dagger in ASH; beaker lost? Urn in SAL (formerly in ASH.). 





















The Winterslow Hut, Bronze Age, 1500 - 1150BC
Reverend Allan Borman Hutchins, the Curate of Grately, excavated a large bell barrow near The Old Pheasant Inn at Winterslow in 1814. Within the barrow he found at least three burials. The oldest was a male buried with a beaker pot. The middle burial was a cremation accompanied by a biconical urn. The final burial was also a cremation contained in an urn along with a bronze razor and a quanitity of hair. The hair has been reanalysed and is now thought to be sheep wool rather than human hair. One of the burials contained a number of amber beads, probably from a necklace. The smaller urn is in the ‘Trevisker’ style distinctive to south west Britain and is named after a site in Cornwall where it was first recognised.


The Winterslow Hut was an inn, now known as the Pheasant Inn. It was a famous coaching inn where William Hazlitt once resided and wrote his Winterslow Essays and which, at different times, was visited by Charles and Mary Lamb and Rudyard Kipling.



 It was here that the Exeter mail coach was attacked by a lioness in 1816. The lioness was part of a menagerie on its way to Salisbury Fair and severely mauled one of the horses plus a large Newfoundland dog before being recap-tured. The coach passengers with great presence of mind locked themselves inside the inn while the keepers recaptured the lioness from under a granary. Several of the inns on the turnpike and coaching roads in southern Wiltshire were 'Huts'. There was a Cribbage Hut at Sutton Mandeville, which must have been named from the card game that was played there. The word 'Hut' may have derived from its meaning of a shelter for troops which seems to been in use from the mid 16th century. The inn provided shelter to travellers for the night and may have begun life as a wooden hut.


A Bronze Age round barrow cemetery situated to the northwest of 'The Pheasant Hotel'. The cemetery comprises at least 13 round barrows, mainly bowl barrows visible as earthworks and cropmarks. Nine of the barrows were identified by Grinsell (1957) and designated as Winterslow 4-12. Five were visible as earthworks and four recorded as levelled earthworks. Two additional barrow sites were also recorded by Grinsell (undated) and another by Stephens and Stone (1939). Aerial photographs also show many circular cropmarks, interpreted as barrow sites within the vicinity of the cemetery. Ordnance Survey field investigations in October 1970 identified four of the barrows as definite earthworks and two as slight earthworks. None of the other barrow sites could be determined. The site of one other barrow site was recorded, it was visible as a very slight earthwork. Nine of the barrows have been scheduled. Two bowl barrows survive as substantial earthworks - one is 23 metres in diameter with a maximum height of 0.8 metres. The other has a diameter of 15 metres and maximum height of 1.2 metres. Both have traces of the barrow ditch visible. Three other barrows survive as slight earthworks ranging from 20 metres to 30 metres in diameter. The sites of three more barrows are visible on aerial photographs.



Friday, 2 August 2013

Here in this terminal hut,

he began to piece together some sort of existence. Inside the hut he found a set of psychological tests, out of curiosity he ran them on himself. Although he had no means of checking them, his answers seemed to establish an identity. He went on to forage, and came back to the hut with some documents and a coke bottle.


At times when Xero approached the forlorn group sitting on the embankment, his shadows formed bizarre patterns on the concrete, transcripts of cryptic formulae and insoluble dreams. These ideograms, like the heiroglyphs of a race of blind seers, remained on the grey concrete after Xero had gone, the detritus of this terrifying psychic totem.

To begin with she wants to spend all her time writing poems on the damaged typewriter. Later, when not writing the poems, she wanders away to an old solar energy device and loses herself in the maze of mirrors.


All sorts of rubbish is lying in the sand: a typewriter with half the keys missing (he picks out fragmentary sentences, sometimes these seem to mean something), a smashed neurosurgical unit (he pockets a handful of leucotomes, useful for self-defence). Then he cuts his foot on the coke bottle, and spends several feverish days in the hut. Luckily he finds a drill for trainee astronauts, half of an 80 hour sequence.


towards a rusting quonset


The Terminal Zone


He lay on the sand with the rusty bicycle wheel. Now and then he would cover some of the spokes with sand, neutralising the radial geometry. The rim interested him. Hidden behind a dune the hut no longer seemed a part of his world. The sky remained constant, the warm air touching the shreds of test papers sticking up from the sand. He continued to examine the wheel. Nothing happened.

Sunday, 10 March 2013

in every dream home a heartache

Edward Kienholz, Roxys, 1962.


 Hamilton  Just what is it that makes today’s home’s so different, so appealing? 1956

This is Tomorrow

 Hamilton Just what is it that makes today’s homes so different? 1992

Sunday, 12 August 2012

famous huts / tvergastein


And just outside the door is a tiny grassy space, ringed with a small stone wall. “Watch out,” Naess warns all visitors. “Don’t step there, stay on the rocks. That’s my garden.”  Cabinet

Saturday, 19 May 2012

Bleek and Lloyd

!nanni  27 May 1881
1. Shaka (a creeping plant the fruit of which is said to be eaten raw by the Natives of !nanni's country.), 2. Shaka flowers, 3. [ditto] fruit, 4. !kun, Bushman, 5. !kun tchu, Bushman house, 6. !yu !n'ubbu, The leaves of the !yu tree (which have fallen on the ground.)

1. |xue tchu, |xue's hut, 2. smoke of the fire, 3. Tchu tsi, entrances, 4. Path., 5. grass which has fallen off the hut., 6. Firewood, 7. |xue's back apron of monkey skin, 8. Its strings, 9. |xue shu-ssi, |xue's (day) place for lying down

tamme

The Digital Bleek and Lloyd includes scans of every page of the 110 Lucy Lloyd |xam notebooks, 17 Lloyd (mostly) !kun notebooks and 28 Wilhelm Bleek |xam notebooks. It also includes Jemima Bleek's solitary Korana and !kun notebook and four Lloyd Korana notebooks in the Maingard collection of the Library at the University of South Africa, as well as Dorothea Bleek's 32 notebooks. All the drawings and watercolours made by |han≠kass'o, Dia!kwain, Tamme, |uma, !nanni and Da are also in the digital collection.

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Hold tight, we're in for nasty weather




I still notice the burned house, mornings, when I walk along the beach. Well, obviously I do not notice the house. What I notice is the remains of the house. One is still prone to think of it as a house, however, even if there is not remarkably much left of it.

markson /wittgenstein's mistress

According to the principle by which it is only in the burning house that the fundamental architectural problem becomes visible for the first time, art at the furthest point of its destiny, makes visible its original project.

agamben / man without content / 115



















It is said of an old African man who is dying that he is a burning library - except that [as compared with the old African man] the burning of a library [which is itself a souvenir object] is an accident: in principle, the library lasts. Whereas, in principle, death is inscribed in life itself [this is why the man is old], as its 'normal' or 'natural' term, so to speak.

stiegler / discrete image / echographies/ 148

Thursday, 3 November 2011

polish yer hexayurt

On Tuesday November 3d, and the tenth of his sicknesse, he became worse than before, all his former accidents encreasing exceedingly, his boundings being turned into convulsions, his raving and benumbing becoming greater, the fever more violent; where upon bleeding was agiane proposed by Doctor Mayerne and the favourers thereof, who still affirmed that he did mislike the too sparing proceeding with his Highnesse; alledging, that in this case of extremity, they must, if they meane to save his life, proceed in the cure, as though it were to some meane person, forgetting him to be a Prince whom they now had in hand, otherwise he said, for ought he saw, because he was a Prince he must die, but if he were a meane person he might be saved. This day for the easing of the extreme paine of his head, the hair was shaved away, and the pigeons and cupping glasses applied to lessen and draw away the humour and that superfluous blood from the head, which he endured with wonderfull and admirable patience, as though he had beene insensible of paine; yet all without any good, save perhaps for some small seeming hope of comfort for the present. Now began the pilots who guided this frail barque of his Highnesse’s body almost to despaire to escape the ensuing tempests; some of whose lookes did now more than ever discourage the rest. For this night he became very weake, the fever augmenting, the raving becoming worse than ever, in which he began to tosse and tumble, to sing in his sleepe, proffering to have leaped out of bed, gathering the sheets together, the convulsions being more violent.

















...in order to leave the reader no other way out than the way in... Lacan / Ecrits / Five / The agency of the letter..

Thursday, 19 May 2011

Monday, 27 September 2010

The Gold Rush

In Charlie Chaplin’s The Gold Rush,” de Certeau recalls, “the swirling winds of a blizzard push the cabin in which the tramp is spending the night to the edge of a cliff . After waking up, he walks across the room to go out the door. With his footsteps, the cabin starts dangerously to lean, with the doorway opening onto thin air. If he opens the door he will fall to an instant death. When he backs up, he brings to cabin back to rest, but he is enclosed in a desperate state of affairs. Now and again his feet go forward, then retreat, gingerly touching the floor that pivots on its invisible axis.”

armstrong/ reticulations 322

Tuesday, 6 July 2010

Nadja

… the Manoir d'Ango where I was offered the hospitality, when I wished to be undisturbed, of a hut artificially camouflaged by shrubbery, at the edge of the woods; here, while in other respects occupying myself with whatever I liked, I was able to hunt owls as well.

Nadja/ 23/ Breton