nah, i spent a lot of time skiving about as a student and converted all that edumacation into the not that impressive career path that you see before youproudly unacademic and anti-authoritarian. now it turns out you were a swot in school! i feel betrayed
it was brilliant. spent all the student funding* on travelling, then spent the year in the library reading up on all the places i'd visited, then scraped through the unrelated coursework by the skin of my teeth,this is bad
i never did a single digFirst year archaeology is a lazy haze fest. Until you do your first dig. I realised then that it was much better to work in later prehistory and early historical sources than experience arthritis in waterlogged trenches before middle age. Pretty cosmic when that penny dropped
I guess Coil played a part in the archaeological imagination, Jarman too, fuck even old Copey. The archaeological imagination and creative writing are old friends. Everyone worth a read has ploughed into these furrows. Go for it, the world is borked for a bit. Why not blaze a light through a poetic jumper no-one else has imagined
i wanted to be an archeologist when i was a child but i got bullied out of it at school. charles olson, jh prynne (and peter riley) are massive on the archeology
i never did a single digmy degree was pure books