Tag: KLFRS

I have wasted my extra hour today, the end of British Summer Time. Waking at my usual hour, 06:00, I meandered down to my study, doing a couple of the word puzzles that The Benefaktor mentioned in a previous post, and popping on my tea kettle to 80^oC. This far north (Badenoch), dawn is half an hour later than say London at this time of the year. The extra hour gained by putting the clocks back is important, and I relished the ability to do some preparation for this week’s blogs. The Foundation Doktor’s posts on alternate days are also taking the pressure off.

Half the way through my mug (and midway through typing up my planned blog) I heard a noise from the porch. I wondered initially if we had shut one the cats in the porch, but quickly discounted that because I had both on my knee after their competitively gobbled breakfast. They shifted grudgingly in anticipation as I moved to go through to investigate. On the flagstone floor lay a long thin white letter envelope. It was not stamped or franked, but had the following words typed directly onto the paper:

‘Newly discovered Curt Finks story.

292 words in story (including title).

107 words in covering “letter”.

Use in any order you like (all 399 words) to create your own short story.’

I felt the envelope, noting the characteristic bulge at the bottom corner. I opened it carefully, with tray at the ready, to catch the neatly chopped pieces of paper. Each snip had a word on one side, but no number on the reverse. I sifted through them looking for a pattern, noting some apparently highlighted snips. This was going to take some reconstructing.

After breakfast, Ali joined me. He mansplained the lack of a postal service on a Sunday (as I knew he would) and attempted to find a quick answer to the puzzle (which I knew he wouldn’t). He sauntered off, defeated, to ready himself for the day’s service. I tinkered around, blog forgotten, until around 10:40 GMT (service forgotten). I would be in trouble. I had established that there were indeed 399 snips, and took a photo.

I’m posting this under my pew, and set you this challenge:

Produce a coherent story from these 399 words, by 23:23 on 19 November for a chance to win a related original artwork by yours truly.

GANTOB

29 October 2023

Help me find the most plausible use of these words. Email your entry (one per household) to 100percentvinyl2@gmail.com or direct message me on Instagram or Twitter(X): @GANTOB2023. Entries must be typed, in the body of the message or in a standard word processor format. No late entries accepted – closes at 23:23 on 19 November (your timezone). Use all 399 words and no more. Choose your own punctuation and add or drop capitals as required. Please include your full name and postal address. The artwork sent to the winner (one prize only, winner chosen by GANTOB) will be unframed, A4 size, produced from printer paper and Pritt stick on 300g/m² hot pressed grain satine paper. A stop-motion animation of the artwork will also be dedicated to the winner in due course.

*** CHECK OUT THE UPDATED RULES (AFTER THE FOUNDATION DOKTOR’S APOLOGY 5 NOVEMBER 2023) ***

I would like to clarify a few points before I take on the task of writing a few blogs.

I have been bringing myself up to speed with the GANTOB project, reading the pamphlets that are available from KLFRS.COM, the emails to which GANTOB and The Benefaktor both have access via a shared gmail account (after turning off the confusing “conversation” view), and the GANTOB2023 social media posts and messages. This has not felt like an intrusion. It has been research, or at very least audit. I have found out some interesting details, such as where Curt Finks originally came from. This was revealed in the first version of pamphlet 11, which was originally called Konversion Factor, issued in an edition of one.

I am way out of my depth with many of the cultural references in both GANTOB and The Benefaktor’s writing. These are not things that are usually covered in the podcasts or playlists that I listen to. And Instagram and YouTube do little to diversify your knowledge, though over the years I have become something of an expert in how puppies wake up their owners, who always seem to be asleep in broad daylight, meticulously groomed, in perfect sheets.

I have plenty of time to read on the train. I change at Peterborough and again at Ely, with time to walk around the town and have a meal. I grab another book from Toppings and catch the train to Norwich in the nick of time. In Norwich I visit the library and a local newspaper office, before limping back to the family home in time for a predictably saccharine homecoming and bed as quickly as possible. The following day I head to Suffolk for further research, using my Mum’s car.

But that is a convoluted way to reach my clarifications, which are not, you may be disappointed to hear, about Curt Finks. My discussion with GANTOB before I headed on my trip did not go well. GANTOB listened to my story of meeting The Benefaktor, my “retrieval” of his phone and plans to join the team. She had read my blog. She snippily said: “You’re Chas to The Benefaktor’s Morph” and rang off.

I need to say here and now that I will not accept the criticism. I am not “amoral, narcissistic, and dimwitted” and neither am I a friend of The Benefaktor. I have other plans.

FOUNDATION DOKTOR

28 October 2023

No characters shall be harmed in this post. The death referred to in the title is Roland Barthes’ theory of “La mort de l’auteur”. He wrote that the reader’s interpretation of a book is more important than the author’s intention, and that each reading brings new insights. As a minor author now myself, I have been reflecting on this concept recently.

Wikipedia notes that Barthes’ idea was developed by the school of New Criticism in the US (1940-1970). The ‘”intentional fallacy” declares that a poem does not belong to its author; rather, “it is detached from the author at birth and goes about the world beyond his power to intend about it or control it. The poem belongs to the public.”’ That sounds very grand, but also democratic.

I am asked a lot about the identity of GANTOB and The Benefaktor. That is not important. I am a former travelling salesperson, but not The Travelling Salesman. There are probably unintentional clues about the types of things that I have sold in my 30 years in the job, in my book, blog and videos. That is also unimportant. I could also say that I have written a book, pamphlets and a blog, but I am not a writer. Indeed, what makes a writer?

The start of part two of 2023: A trilogy by The JAMs – the page by Roberta Antonia Wilson, channelling George Orwell or whoever else – is, for me, the most important part of the book. She writes:

“Reading back through [book 1]… it feels like it has been written for an audience of less than half a dozen. It feels like I was just trying to layer the whole thing with all sorts of reference points to impress… well, whoever it is, I don’t know”.

Well, if this blog is intended as a re-enactment or re-positioning of 2023: A trilogy, then it appears to be on the right track. The readership numbers are carefully monitored by WordPress, and hover at around 10 people a day. And layers of characters and references? Tick.

Curt Finks died twenty years ago and was never published. Today his writing may, or may not, be about to be hung on the wall of four GANTOB readers. 2023: A trilogy has been re-read by at least one person this morning. In part two of this blog you will be invited to make your own kontributions.

GANTOB 27 October 2023

“Zeroing in on the cause of your fever will help us guide treatment”, came the reply, as a host of faces crowded around the bed. Yellow, red and brown tubes were filled, followed by two receptacles that looked like Lee and Perrins Worcester Sauce bottles. X-rays inspected on laptop screens pushed around on trolleys (“COWS: computers on wheels” they call them), rather than the light boxes you see on the TV; no more Dr Kildare. Worried faces. Voices above the beeping of drip machines, syringe drivers and an alarming hospital bed.

Urgent referrals, with the same questions repeated from the different specialists who visit throughout the day. Telescoping time, on lubricated joints, slipping in and out of dimension.

Still for a moment, after all the bustle, I look around the room, taking it in properly for the first time in daylight. Removing equipment and furniture from our view, the room is glaringly white, bathed in artificial light with the red alert storm outside.

Quietly working in the background are nursing staff, also all in white. Periodically a doctor or domestic pops in, uniforms providing additional colour. Offers of food are declined. Nil by mouth, under strict orders of the consultant.

Most of the day is spent sleeping, interspersed with bursts of sharp pain or nausea inducing trips along long corridors, also mainly white, apart from the occasional poster, often legacies from the Covid pandemic.

Jargon fills the air during ward rounds and when on the receiving end of the multitude of tests and investigations.

I work with The Foundation Doctor to capture the experience, dictating the words as she types away on her mobile during snatched breaks. Holding the little screen to my face she helps me select accompanying photos. Google Images usually rises to the challenge, with my amateurish snaps backed up since I acquired a smart phone.

Evening falls, and the room returns to its black and white as the lights are dimmed and blinds drawn. Doctors change shift, but The Foundation Doctor is back finalising this blog with me in her time off.

Certain details are still missing from my story, and other memories are tangled up in my fever dreams. Blogging is helping my recovery we agree, progressively documenting my thoughts as prompts for future “forgetful days”. Anchored in my bed I have a three-letter acronym nagging away, poking about inside, teasingly, just out of reach.

THE BENEFAKTOR, ABLY ASSISTED BY THE FOUNDATION DOCTOR

23 OCTOBER 2023

The Benefaktor beat me to it yesterday, in his unexpected return. I have seesawed between relief and resentment ever since. I’m glad he’s not followed the fictional John Lennon Jr’s fate at the hands of his equally made-up partner-in-crime Yoko Ono Jr (AKA the original GANTOB). However, it sounds as if he’s in bad shape, still in hospital more than a week after his fall, with physical limitations and significant gaps in his memory. This gives me some hope, however, as it is less likely that I will be implicated in his “accident”. I have sent him a message saying there is plenty of opportunity for both of us if he sticks to blogging on alternate days. If I am posting this as planned on Sunday 22 October then he has stuck to this plan.

I am fully occupied packaging up the products of my first joint venture with The Benefaktor, now that the double-sided frames have arrived: A re-enactment of The JAMs’ LP 1987. You may have seen the videos of the making🎥 and unveiling🎥 of the first prize. It was only after posting it I realised we hadn’t mentioned Curt Finks, either on the side with his Brent Goose Rock story, or the flip with goose photo. Curt would have loved telling us that the birds were not Brent geese. But he would not have been impressed with us “sampling” his work without mention of the author. I will perhaps rectify this on the second copy that I am packaging up now. But I will not be made to feel guilty about it either, because The Benefaktor and I have probably spent as much time reproducing the story in paper and glue as Curt did writing, and he and his wife Norah then endured tagging the birds in the East Anglian fens.

In contrast, it felt too easy cutting out strips rather than “snips”, and sticking whole rows of words in a single action. So we agreed on a “koncertina“🎥 approach to reduce the white space, adding texture and interest, mimicking the GANTOB/ Benefaktor original. This repeated the difficulties pressing the additional thickness within the glass panes into the chunky frame, and the screeching noise that transformed the cats to a bundle of teeth and claws. I close the doors before inserting. I also have a plan for the offcuts. I credit Curt in biro and keep packing. 

GANTOB

22 October 2023