Each Eye is Haunted

I was living in Nottingham when I first heard the story of Roland Hoggard and the St Pancras clock. Roland lived only a few miles away in Thurgarton. When I eventually managed to get Roland on the phone, to arrange an interview, he was less than enthusiastic: “I suppose we best get it over with,” he had said.

What I imagined would be an interview aimed at unpicking the strange iconography of the relocated clock, turned into a day-long exchange on Roland’s theory of time, and his complex relation to objects, mediated by his mother’s animistic imperative to mend “poorly things.”

You can read my account of Roland and the clock in issue 68 of Cabinet magazine.