Lost and Found in E11

Field Study's Man in E11 was grieving over the loss of a whole colony of bees or "beeres" as he prefers to say. I asked him to quit using that pun; it annoys me greatly and this is precisely what seems to encourage him to persist in using it. I wonder how you would describe that as a personality trait? Mindf****r? I forgave him for the mind-fiddling as I knew he was traumatised by the loss. However we were 7 weeks into 2014 and, but for a crap cut-up neo-beat pastiche, there had not been a new year report from the allotment apiary. I insisted he engage his stiff upper lip and "make the damn report (Field Study's) man!!!"   I believe in tough love and I was not going to tolerate the lip wobbled speech of a pathetic gibbering field student. Every wobbled "w", fumbled "f" and tongue tied "t" (wtf) met a gruff demand for him to go back to the beginning and start again. It has taken us a long time to piece this report togeth

Field Study's Man in E11 returned from the allotment caked in a foul smelling mud. The stench was rank; a powerfully noxious blend of sweat and vomit, in which the emetic field student seemed quite comfortable and even pleased with himself, particularly when he belched. His eructations added to the odious miasma which hung around him like a strange aura. He reminded me of a mongrel terrier we had, a great rabbit-er, which would roll in cow-pats and any stinking thing else, to mask her smell for the hunt. I retreated as far from the field student as I could in an effort to avoid the rhizomatic intrusions of his stinking muddy field. I tried to ask him what on earth, or in the earth, he had been doing. Each time I opened my mouth I gagged. We resorted to writing each other notes via a very cheap reporters notebook. Where have you been?       Climbing in the high canopies of the purple sprouting broccoli forest. Hovering above a field of newly emerging lovage.

Lost and Found in E11 tries to review an essay from, Patrick Keiller, The View from the Train: Cities and Other Landscapes. Verso 2013. Patrick Keiller occupies a respected place in a field of studies sometimes referred to as 'psychogeography'. The publication cited above represents a body of work admirable for its eloquence, inventiveness and creativity in a variety of media addressing various problems in and of the contemporary landscape. Keiller may have reservations about being cited as a proponent of 'psychogeography' - that as a discipline it broadly lacks the intellectual and academic rigour which underpins his work. Here in, Lost and Found in E11, we are trying to develop our appreciation and understanding of our place (in the world). To do so we have sought out learned texts and other emanations exploring the meaning of place. We find ourselves in a state of doubt about the muddled politics and suspect values of our cultural consumption, that our '