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Field Study's Man in E11 was temporarily lost for words on the mean streets of London.

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Caledonian Road - 17th March 2014 Field Study's Man in E11 had pretensions to be on or at the cutting edge of experimental psycho-geography. There was, I assured him, little or no chance of that achievement in the dullard and dilettante mind field of Julian Beere. He, the field student, was unconvinced. He had been reading various seminal texts to try and develop 'psycho-' propensities. 'Downriver' is one of the 'texts' and I fear he may have been immersed to the point of total plot loss in it's weighty darknesses. This morning our search party followed a trail left by the sliced remains of a sacrificially slaughtered wellington boot. We followed the meandering rubber line and found ourselves on Caledonian Road, overwhelmed in an elastic time bending force field. Writhing around, made worms of; our vermicular spasms would have appeared as comical street theatrics and buffoonery, but for the fact they were invisible to the ordinary eyes of passers-

What has happened to Field Study's Man in E11?

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                                                                               unravelled, disappeared, a victim of some wayward cut up poetry experiment. He should have known better than to joke about the spirits of the Beat Generation - 'that'll learn ya!' We are looking for him, exploring every nook, cranny and niche of his vacuous field in the vain hope of finding some trace of his spurious mythology. 

Field Study's Man in E11 insists Iain Sinclair howled at a waning crescent moon somewhere near Tower Hamlets Cemetery.

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Field Study's Man in E11 got home last night looking quite disturbed. He kept on asking if I could hear a dog howling. " An apache dog howling!" he whimpered. "What?"  "There, there it is. Can't you hear it?" I couldn't. "I think you are hearing things," I suggested. "Yes, yes, a howling!" he insisted. "No, no - hearing things as in things that do not exist to be heard. Figments. Auditory hallucinations.What is 'an Apache dog' anyway and where or who did you get this idea from?" I demanded, sighing heavily, resigning myself to yet more of our nonsense. "I've been to see Iain Sinclair. He was part of an event, a panel discussion, The Changing Faces of the East End, organised by Shuffle Festival , at St Clements Hospital (26/2/14) - linked to the redevelopment of the site of St Clement's Hospital for housing by East London Community Land Trust (ELCLT)." "How