Is there such a thing as a collective subconscious? If so, it is little wonder that the Tasmanian mind is widely populated by the still-elusive thylacine.
Thylacines roam the mindscape
Author: Linz
Oneirothylacinery
They visit Mr Nold each night, always in a different guise. Are they trying to tell him something about the future they might have seen had we not made them vanish from the physical landscape of Tasmania? How deep is the meaning of dreams? Feel free to work it out for yourself.
A Word about a Bicycle
Mr Nold states: ‘I was attracted to Irish writers at an early age. Pethaps from seeing the notorious TV interview with a scronulated Brendam Behan, which was satirised on a track of Peter Sellers’ first 10-inch LP recording, called, I think, The Critics. We could recite it by heart. Then Borstal Boy and the plays were swiftly consumed, engendering an interest in the writers and painters of Ireland, Jack Yeats foremost among the latter..
‘James Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist As a Young Man and Dubliners led me to his entire output. While I could not claim to fully understand Ulysses in its entirety, its brilliance and musicality appealed greatly. Then came O’Casey, the playwrights, and Beckett’s Waiting for Godot and so on.
‘When I found a paperback of At Swim-Two Birds in Sydney in the early 1960s, it entertained and impressed me so much that Flann O’Brien instantly became my favourite writer anywhere, any time. It was a while before his other books appeared, but when The Third Policeman was published posthumously it became and remains my all-time favourite book. Then The Poor Mouth lured me to the Blasket Islands, Tomås O’Crohan and those who followed him. Flann O’Brien, along with Joyce and Beckett, is now rightly considered a corner boy of the Irish Literary Triumvirate.
‘This graphic version, as stated within, is a tribute.’
It’s said that The Third Policeman may be, in today’s Newspeak, somewhat ‘challenging’ for some readers, so to point the way to actually reading and enjoying it, Mr Nold has created About a Bicycle, an illustrated key to the themes and intricacies of the book — and you can now download it free of charge.
You can find out more about Flann O’Brien and The Third Policeman on this Wikipedia page.
Thylacines Rampant
They’re everywhere in the Tasmanian subconscious…
Thylacine Haunting
Mr Nold’s nocturnal dreamscape is perpetually populated by performative thylacines — it almost amounts to a quasi-supernatural manifestation. In what forms will these elusive marsupial phantasms next emerge?
Thylacines Out of Season Piling Up.
THE STAFF here at bazznold, due to INTERNECINE distractions has undergone some Alterations of Editorship. R. Nold himself has become Crepusucularly involved in attempting to record for posterity his daily life in song and dance, yet still fulfil his obligatory bazznoldian duties to spread this necessary message. He always claims he has “staff to do that”, but he does not.
ABOUT”THYLACINES OUT OF SEASON”:
The mission is this: we must dream the thylacine back into existence, as almost everything that exists now was dreamt of first, and often in ‘science fiction’. Stringenly disseminate, study and inspissate our phantasial images.
Artists are removing online digital images from fear of AI interference and exploitation.
The “Tasmanian Tiger”, last proven sighting 1936, Beaumaris Zoo, Hobart.
Maybe we’re not next, but slouching there.
{NOTE for Design dept.: ADD Tas Coat of Arms]
Thylacines at large
Mr Nold’s inner world teems with Thylacines. Some are fleeting forest shadows; others are paradoxical visions; all have the underlying Tasmanian wish that they haven’t entirely vanished from the island’s wild and enigmatic landscape — and many believe they really do linger in remote and inaccessible places.
More Thylacine dreams
From the mists of Mr Nold’s imagination rise thoughts of a numinous and now possibly lost Australian beast pervading the spirit of still mysterious Tasmania…
Statement of Purpose. A Word from Mr R. Nold Himself.
Here at bazznold it is hoped that some of my lifetime’s detritus may be securely saved for future generations in the Cyber Wonderland we have all come to love and respect for its permanence and guarantee of Immortality offered by the worldwide web we are all caught and stuck in, awaiting the arrival of the GodSpider we are here to nurture and preserve until such time as there is no longer any Where or Whysomeness in which our droppings can Live Forever. It is to be hoped that all Civilians who visit this Cyber Condaminium will be enlightened and sustained for their “Journey” going forward in cliché-ridden certainty ever deeper into the Mystery as it folds, unfolds, and shifts inexorably onwards to ultimate shapelessness.
More Crepuscular Capers
Cappy Crepuscule and his Rhythm Boys are at it again with their version of ‘Three Little Words,’ a song written in 1930 by Harry Ruby (music) and Bert Kalmar (lyrics) and made famous by Duke Ellington. It also featured in the Amos ‘n’ Andy film Check and Double Check in the same year and has been covered many times, most notably by Nat King Cole, Ella Fitzgerald, Sonny Rollins and Stan Getz. Cappy and the Boys render it here in their own distinctive style.