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Bicycle Taxidermy:

An eccentric side project born out of too many sleepless nights at the Royal College of Art and a homesickness for the rugged Highlands. Bicycle Taxidermy first began on a couple of memento mori for my father’s once prized but long discarded mountain and road bikes.

A somewhat sentimental take on a mass produced object becoming defunct, the handlebars are given the care and craft of a preserved family pet(!) The bikes have now been re-appropriated as a family heirloom.

Crafted in London; the taxidermy service mounts a client’s steed on a scorched or bleached European oak plaque made by Mick, a local joiner. Chrome mounting brackets fix the stem above a stainless steel epitaph etched in Argyll, Scotland, the plaque denotes the horned beasts model, pet name, dates ridden and a commemorative verse. Just fill in the epitaph field on the site and I’ll get it engraved and send out the plaque for you to mount yourself…


As we get on with our grieving, we might send a metrical birthday message to Muriel Rukeyser; she was born on this date in 1913.  A novelist, playwright, memoirist, reporter, and social activist, Rukeyser is best remembered as a poet– the greatest poet of her generation, as judged by Kenneth Rexroth.

Whether it is a speaker, taut on a platform,
who battles a crowd with the hammers of his words,
whether it is the crash of lips on lips
after absence and wanting: we must close
the circuits of ideas, now generate,
that leap in the body’s action or the mind’s repose.

– from “Metaphor to Action”

The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.




Written by (Roughly) Daily

December 15, 2012 at 1:01 am

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