Field Study's Man in E11 asks, for whom doth the bell toll?
Just when they thought they had lost each other for good, Field Study's Man in E.... and Julian Beere found each other. As the bell tolls, they contemplate the interconnectedness of their being with the aid of anecdotal evidence....
It was Friday 3rd January and I was out and about doing my humble job as a purveyor of paper ephemera. I was tasked with purveying in the City of London and thus I purveyed with a peculiar enthusiasm reserved for the daytime denizens of that particular area of London. My mind was really elsewhere, embroiled in the dreary details of life at home; so menial was the purveyance that I could be, and was, in the midst of a full blown psycho-domestic about the various inadequacies of my lodgings and yet still purvey with ease. In my preoccupied state of mind I am sure I overlooked and ignored many, perhaps most, of the diverse details and resonances of that historic area. I have made excuses for my mediocrity by considering it as a gift to artists who specialise in exploring and revealing the overlooked; I am the ignorance or naivety they need to qualify and justify their creative practices. I will gobble their middens, their deep excavations, their burrowing into life beneath the surface upon which I reside so lamentably.
I found myself in St Paul's Churchyard, standing in a puddle and looking at the much looked at iconic building and, in pre- and post- occupation, barely gave a thought to what I might be overlooking. A slight interruption, a lull in the psycho-melodrama going on 8 mental miles away, saw me reach into my pocket and reach unimaginatively for my android phone. I imagined and then tried to ignore the sneering ridicule of an eminent deep topographer who derides the use of such gizmos; I tapped and smeared the camera app' into being. I began photographing ("you dullard, you middle clarse tosser!") the spectacle of railings and plants entwined. This activity might have appeared as a sort of official inspection of the site (and sight) as I was donned in a high visibility jacket for the purposes of alerting motorists to my presence as a cyclist. Without the jacket I might appear out of nowhere and become another cycling fatality.
St Paul's Cathedral - January 2014.
It was when I was about to leave the site that the prosodic features of "you middle clarse tosser!", which were unfamiliar, became uncannily familiar. The tones and contours of 'you' wrapped around the 'middle', gripped it tight, and expelled 'clarse' with a mid-falling intonation and sibilance that diminished only to lurch back with a full rise of venomous accusation - "Tosssssssaaahhhh". It could only be Field Study's Man in E17/E11 (in EC1)!
"What are you doing here?" I asked, in a manner that was necessarily discreet. I did not want to appear to be talking to the iron railings and its tenacious organic guest. I was aware of the possibility I was on CCTV and that to fully express my hurt there and then, at an imaginary friend who had abandoned me, would risk attracting some unwelcome attention. I thought he had left me, in disgust at my wallowing in a slough of despond brought on by yet another poor housing situation; that he could not live or emanate in such wallowsome conditions. It transpired my suspicions may have been a slight upon the field student's character.
Field Study's Man in E11/E17 recounted how he had climbed upon the back of a honeybee to take a closer look at a varroa mite. The honeybee was in the middle of ablutions, blissfully unaware of the approaching field student. It was startled and launched into the air in an attempt to free itself from the unwelcome grip of the field student. The field student tried to reassure the honeybee that his attentions were wholly scientific and that he wanted to study, close up, the sucking actions of parasitic mites - including the sound of the sucking. 'I have no intention of subjecting you to a dissection', he tried to reassure the bee. The bee was unconvinced and suspected that this 'field student' was one very weird pervert. The bee, however, was weakened by the 'suckery' of the mite and did not have the strength to free itself from the field student. The field student persuaded the bee to fly towards the City of London, to try and connect with the traces, residues and legacies of Robert Hooke. The field student proposed, 'If we can find enough of them we may be able to travel back in time to become subjects in his masterpiece, Micrographia'. The field student believed, having attended a seance, that he was the ghost of the louse portrayed in Hooke's historic work. This was an opportunity to reunite with his lousy ancestor and so free himself from the dull realities and mediocre fantasies of one 21st century pseudo-Londoner (of a mere 15 years).
....and are to be sold at their shop at the Bell in St Paul's Church-yard. M DC LX V.
Alas the forage for the stuff of Hooke came to an abrupt and near tragic end when the bee expired mid air, finally ejecting the mite and field student. The mite wasted not a moment in latching on to the field student as they plummeted towards the south side of St Paul's. The descent ended abruptly with the field student becoming wedged in an imbroglio of interconnected mineral, vegetable and pseudo-childish imagination. His head, swollen with eternal embarrassment, was stuck in the railings. He began to try and chew his way out, biting at the twisted entwined shrubbery. He promptly lost his teeth because some joker sculptor had recreated the railings - transmogrifying vegetable into mineral and vice versa. The cannily unfamiliar prosody of the field student's abuse may have been due his lack of teeth.
I wanted the field student to elaborate on the connections he had made with Robert Hooke via the honeybee and parasitic varroa mite. His mouth was too sore, he claimed, as he thrust his field notebook at me, barely mumbling something about 'elastic timepieces' and a 'time/mite anagram machine'. I found the 'Hooke Hooke Report'.
The Hook e Hook e Report - December 13/January 14
Time Anagram.
In this, for the reasonable, dated 1660 :- the discovery of practical accuracy 23.
Hooke, in purposes, discovered the bitter 1670 anagram, his dispute in law, - CEIIINOSSSTTUV - a development of the Hooke Hooke Elasticity Solution:
- balanced Christiaan describing bears
- variation meaning enabled
- portable societal tension
- a force watch death elastic favour with timepiece extensions.
The first elasticity time described culminated (with note) in the enabled force of this watch for whose reasonable royal death dated Hooke as elastic 1660 Hooke. His spring folio of portable work, in which balance is controlled for purposes he describes, has both A balances. He discovered this timepiece on the bear's watch - a been but bitter spring sic extension.
Conclusion:
The A invention - time anagram (MITE) has linear held disputes described in culminated times (MITES)
Time/Mite Infestations
Honey eggs are the same after the suck of time pupation, the blood on mite hemolymph of the sustenance female's compromised pupation cycle cells. The mite develops leaving and honey young hemolymph larva. Adults spread bee bee infections, young enough for several infests. Capped mites host the same and some of 'The Larvae', as after the 10 day hatch. The female infests bee cell blood, the capped sustenance from the bee mite female's reproduced bees. Mite drones developing as hemolymph host the honey young lays. The pupation mites spread hatch cycle mites.
In conclusion, the bee suck cell bee eggs compromised the typical infections in the preferentially young brood.
Thank you Field Study's Man in E17/E11/EC1, this is very helpful and I would like to say, illuminating but...
I removed the time/mite traveller from the railings. I asked myself if it would have been better to leave the wayward field student stuck in the railings, and if 2014 is really the time and place for such a sad invention. We took some time to appreciate a sculpture not far from where we were reunited. The field student mumbled pathetically about the mite hurting and would I please get it off him. I think you will just have to manage your pain, I said indifferently.
The Robert Hooke Biodiversity Bell
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