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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…

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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.

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Written by LW

December 15, 2012 at 1:01 am

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