Archive | October 2014

Recent Mapmaking (2014 so far) part 5

This is the 5th post in a series that I still call psychogeographical maps (or cognitive mapping). Quoting certain sections and using a selection of photographs to widen the project, which at its core still has the intention to be a Cognitive Mapping of Now – aiming to be useful for locating the current socio-political mood, and the psychological impacts of it.

The 1st post can be found here.

The 2nd here

The 3rd here

The 4th here

A collection of the 2014 maps can be found here.

3 October 2014

London St Pancras to Westferry on foot, DLR to Greenwich, Bus to Deptford, on foot to New Cross Gate, Train/tube to Willesden Green.

Maps got destroyed. Little clear memory that remains.

“Find my mood caught out by the city this time around. Not tall enough today to stand up to city of tall asks. Strangely comforted by Greenwich. Always destined to head to once-to-be-familiar pubs in Deptford/New Cross. Hauntological hysteria intensified by 1990’s dance music. Lost in an intoxicated mood. Listen to slowed-down dance track in New Cross Sainsbury’s  – it doesn’t feel real, I feel like the ghost this time. Too far gone.”

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Willesden Green to Southbank on foot, then on to London Bridge. Tube to Moorgate. On foot to St Pancras via Barbican.

“Come to realise why I could have never lived here. All thought liquidated by city. Round in circles in City zone. No reason to communicate anymore. A Meloncholic walking drone – no desire to be anything else. Just keep Walking, Walking, Walking.”

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“Arriving in Calder Grove, The Red Kite car park. The Red kite is pure simulcra, before it is anything [else]. Built to look like an ‘Olde Worlde’ pub. Even though it is no more than 12 years old, the self-advertised ‘vintage’ look fooled a friend into thinking it was much older. Yet it isn’t even a locally-orientated simulation [of an old building]. These pubs (like the one at the Dodworth junction) evoke a style of  building that historically belonged [only in] South and Eastern England [not Northern England].”

“[Driving from the east into Leeds] The landscape changes abruptly from the early 20th century suburbia dream to the mid-20th century social housing reality. The dark red brick houses, typical of Northern England, tower-blocks appearing as we get closer to the centre. Yet [this] tower-block skyline is almost hidden from view [from within] the seemingly unbroken consumer/business-man landscape pf the centre. In many ways such [a] blotting of the central landscape brings to mind the ‘cleansing out’ of undesirable features in the 18th century designing of country estates”.

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“Something strangely reassuring about the [reasonably[ tightly-packed sprawl of Manchester proper. A would-be [more desirable] capital city? Quintessential red brick [housing] blocks, overlooked by supermodern complexes – like a safe metropolis compound? As if I could momentarily imagine this (that almost feels like a parallel world to Yorkshire over the Pennines) is free of the anxieties dealt by neoliberalism. Imaginary, yes. The reassuring feeling can only be felt in urban spaces I don’t spend much time in. I wish to be a citizen, a true city person; not a peasant or consumer (which, in reality, I am a mix of).”

“As the taxi approaches the chain pub complex at the roundabout (Redbrook/Barugh Green) the taxi driver says he’ll be voting UKIP at the next general election. I think we got to this point of topic due to talking about trying to survive on low-pay. He [tells me] UKIP have announced they [would] bring in an £8 per hour minimum wage. I find it hard to imagine how a party of right wing (largely well-off) reactionaries would ever truly action such a policy. yet, harder still is trying to explain to people how [I believe] UKIP aren’t really in their interest. Yet they’ve [UKIP] seeped into many peoples’ fears and desires. I exit the day with a sense of foreboding for the near future, feeling there’s very little I can do to alter this path”.

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A Comprehensive Account of Neoliberalism’s Impact on Everyday Life.


I’m not usually one for recommending books on my blog. However, this book has moved me to do that, due to the sheer weight gathered behind its conclusion that the main problem affecting us in our times is neoliberalism. I first read about Paul Verhaeghe’s What About Me? via an incredibly powerful article by George Monbiot in the Guardian. Maybe I’m wrong, but I sensed I could almost taste the relief of millions of people on their daily cyberspace-commute when their eyes landed on the heading of Monbiot’s Guardian article Sick of This Market-Driven World? Well You Should be – because I think it’s becoming clear that an increasing amount of us feel exactly this way. Monbiot was driven to write this article in response to reading Paul Verhaege’s book and being captivated by its conclusion. (In fact I think it is more than likely that it also has inspired his more recent article

George Monbiot is very good at dividing opinion, even amidst those who share his general belief that the powerful forces in the world are trashing the planet. But his two Verhaeghe-inspired articles have likely brought people together more than anything (in fact the comments criticising the articles, seemed like people feeling they needed to be seen as a disagreeing-knowledgeable individual, which in itself reinforced the ideas of the saturation of individual experience with market-competition that Monbiot was writing about, as in “I’m more knowledgeable that you”).

Verhaeghe’s book is basically a conclusion on absolutely everything ‘under the neoliberal sun’. It is a comprehensive account of the totalising nature of the neoliberal ideology.  Verhaeghe largely writes from experience in both in the psychiatry and education professions, yet only really needs to keep his eyes open outside his jobs to see the same ‘neoliberalising’ processes spreading like a social cancer. Verhaeghe writes that “…what started out as a meritocracy…turned into a neoliberal evaluation system. [Calling it] neoliberal because the emphasis is entirely on quantitative production”, and it ends up being based as much on the distortion of truth that is Social Darwinism as the ideology of Nazism was; yes the book really does come as close as it can to describing the horrific logic of neoliberalism.

The ideal human being (as in the individual we are all implicitly pushed towards being) is a rational, attractive, but most of all (extremely) successful player within the capitalist world – he/she who can accumulate most success is the winner. Anybody who fails to be successful is overcome with a sense of individual failure, even though he points out that the chances of success were both rigged and slim from the onset. Both Verhaeghe and Monbiot speak of how the most common derogatory term in the age of loneliness is Loser. Success is seen to be all. I think most of us today in the post-austerity age spend nearly half our energy fighting off feelings of failure, daily. Verhaeghe calls this society the Enron Society after the notorious system of the US-based Enron company, who placed all staff in an each against all quantitative evaluation system, where those with most points are lauded whilst those who get least points are made redundant, not before being publicly humiliated. You don’t have to look far in contemporary culture to see forms of this playing out.

The weight of Verhaeghe’s indictment makes it startlingly clear what I’ve felt for years, but somehow been unable to article without it coming across as an extremist opinion. But what is so important about this book is that Verhaeghe comes from the clinical profession of psychiatry – he has no poltical axe to grind. He’s come to his conclusion seemingly by accident, over years of watching the social cancer (my own words) of neoliberalism grow. Surely this makes his conclusions all the more harder to dispute; he can’t be dismissed as “just some loony lefty”.

It also felt so important to me because it has helped me arrive at a conclusion that I’ve been feeling for years, but now feel I can articulate confidently. After years wrangling over what the biggest issue facing us is, within my work and within my head, I am convinced that the most crucial task of our age is to overcome, or pull apart the social reality built by the neoliberal system. Until neoliberalism is defeated one can forget about challenging the looming grave issues such as climate change, and the spiraling violence and exploitation around the world; which is why all the major parties in the UK, except the Greens (who the mainstream media wish to dismiss as being mainstream anyway) are utterly useless to us until they start talking about neoliberalism.

The reason as to why it has become so invasive is also the reason why it is so uncomfortable to properly challenge. Verhaeghe uncomfortably points out that the problem isn’t somebody else. Although in this brutally unequal system it has created obviously others have it far better than others – with no agency for genuine justice from within the system – neoliberalism is so insipid and hard to spot as a social construct largely because it has internalised itself within us, we have become neoliberalised. In a blog I wrote about myself a few weeks ago I openly admit I am Entombed in Self-Centredness – I’ve always accepted that I am diseased with the social reality which we so obviously need to transcend. It is sometimes easy to mistake isolated sentences of Verhaege’s as being Thatcherite themselves (Thatcher, who along with her transatlantic friend Ronald Reagan, was so crucial to beginning the neoliberal social reality), but when he talks about the youngsters who expect life on a plate, without putting the work in, he incitefully tells us “these youngsters [who he called The Lack] are not the product of the welfare state [the easy target for reactionary response to our social crisis]. They are the waste product of a consumer society that is well on its way to finishing off the welfare state”. It is clear that we are responsible, but no more responsible than we are victims.

To some extent I think it’s fair to say that reality probably hasn’t altered that much for the richest of the rich (only in the ease in which they accumulate further wealth now); you could certainly argue that all way through history the rich have been lonely beings in lonely rooms. They had wealth/power, material security, whilst the rest (generally speaking) had poverty/no power, a grim long-view, but yet they had community. It seems to me that neoliberalism has changed things so that we are all as lonely as the richest of the rich now. They have imposed their existential reality onto us, so we are all lonely now, but whilst still in poverty, with a grim long-view.

Perhaps this final point leads me towards what somebody who isn’t coming from a particular political standpoint such as Verhaeghe can tell us more than anyone. That quality of life can be better for all of us if we left behind the social reality construction of neoliberalism. Verhaeghe certainly doesn’t believe in the opposite to chronic inequality, total equality. And if I’m honest I for one dispute this, as I believe, even though total inequality isn’t possible, a perpetual searching for it would be the ideal (after all, as somebody historically belonging to the English proletarians, I will never truly be able to accept the English ruling class). But what is important about Verhaeghe’s proposals is that a non neoliberal life, where the pursuit of other things once again usurp the pursuit of purely financial gain, is shown to benefit us all. Right now, all of us, rich or poor, ‘success’ or ‘loser’, lauded or humiliated appear to be far more likely to be lonely and unhappy that we could be. Verhaeghe’s book compels us not to let our discontent with the world wane; because this isn’t how reality has to be.

Anyway, Ill go back to making art now, as I know my book review skills are still sorely lacking – I just hope I encourage more people to read this book. My next large scale drawing is on its way to completion; The drawing is called Feverish, but don’t expect it to be about Ebola; the fever is neoliberalism.

The Mary Celeste Project (The Scene of The Crash) – Art Video

<p><a href=”″>The Mary Celeste Project (The Scene of The Crash)</a> from <a href=”″>John Ledger</a> on <a href=””>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>


This video work takes my previous video-work The West Riding of Yorkshire: A Psychogeographical Account and makes it more concise whilst taking certain aspects of the video further.

Using (overly) familiar places, components in an eclectic and discontinuous urban area spanning the old West Riding county.

Using this landscape to examine near pasts, lost futures and dead dreams to understand the wider contemporary social condition.

The work focus’s on two lost futures and the un-locatable present, the condition of the which is largely caused by the loss of the previous, and their haunting presence. The first lost future is that of popular modernism, which died in the latter quarter of the 20th century. The second lost future being the naively optimistic early to mid 1990’s, and its utopianist gaze at the (then) coming new millennium. The un-locatable present, here refers to a specific intensification of life under digital capitalism, looking at the severe disorientation of the passing of time since the 2008 financial crisis.

The video-work and wider, ongoing project has been inspired by the beautifully calm,yet highly politicised films of Patrick Keiller; Mark Fisher’s writings on Hauntology, and Fredric Jameson’s essay on Cognitive mapping. They have also be inspired by my own feelings of loss of narrative and of being out of time, amidst a feverishly neoliberal reality. Indeed the growing weight of this sense of being ‘out of time’ is what differs the original West Riding-based video-work with The Mary Celeste Project (The Scene of The Crime).

The title of this video refers to an iconic ‘blip’ on the skyline of Barnsley town centre: a building that was abandoned half-way through completion due to the 2008 financial crash, as if the constructors had simply been zapped out of existence, and now exists as a ghost ship upon the inner ring road – haunting us with faded the utopianism of the 1989-2008 exuberant new capitalism. But the title refers to the entire subject of the film; that of a sense of a future that has vanished, leaving an empty shell of itself.

Dead dreams

Electric Picture House Open (upcoming exhibition)

I will be exhibiting two of my works in the upcoming exhibition, Electric Open 2014, at the Electric Picture House, Congleton, Cheshire.

The exhibition opening times:

10th October – 1st November

10-5pm, Monday to Saturday

Preview Friday 10th Oct 7PM

I will be Exhibiting these works:

The Planet’s Mental Illness (2012)


Mind Camp (2013)


Recent Mapmaking (2014 so far) part 4

This is the 4th post in a series that I still call psychogeographical maps (or cognitive mapping). Quoting certain sections and using a selection of photographs to widen the project, which at its core still has the intention to be a Cognitive Mapping of Now – aiming to be useful for locating the current socio-political mood, and the psychological impacts of it.

The 1st post can be found here.

The 2nd here

The 3rd here

A collection of the 2014 maps can be found here.



17 September 2014

“[The] train now grinds to an halt of the middle of nowhere [between Sheffield and Meadowhall]. Just sits. Cramped, and overpriced. Old, rickety, late trains – and the ticket conductor has the cheek to ask to inspect everyone’s tickets. Cheated is the feeling; for living outside London; for living in the UK; for living in a privatised world. One thing I do hope is that Scotland vote for independence, and show us how a rail system should be run.”

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20 September 2014

Wakefield to Leeds to Bradford to Halifax to Huddersfield to Leeds to Wakefield

Too tired to make notes…..





24 September 2014

“Sat outside the flimsy, skeletal, Mary Celeste [as in, never-completed] structure. Talking about the gangsterism prevalent in a lot of small (and large) businesses, [makes] this entire area, much of it urban wasteland, take on an incredibly sinister feel. Bleak, dark, ominous – often a reflection on how the world feels on a whole right now. Men parked in flash cars, [dressed] in suits, suddenly [feel] threatening; like wraiths – guards of this injustice-drenched landscape.”

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29 September 2014“ [In London] Approaching the Brutalist success story ‘The Barbican’. New development (aiming at being incorporated under the Barbican success logo) has hoardings covered in grass imagery. As I look at the Brutalist skyscrapers, perhaps due to this age of incoming third world [level] poverty they conjure that that ‘deep Asian dystopia’ of dark towers hitting a smog-filled sky. The hoarding writing says [“creating Britain’s future”]. Yet this (the Barbican) was another era’s future! It feels stolen now – a future only for a very few.”

“Navigating the ‘tributary roads’, hoping they’ll take me to the torrent, over-capacitated, coastal river …The Old Kent Road (the new River Thames, making its way to Dover’s Europort).”

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29 September 2014

“[In New Cross] Feel like if I sat in this once-temporary old haunt for much longer I wouldn’t be able to go up again [as if it was some sort of final resting place – the very strange sensation I got when I temporarily moved down here in the first place]. Trapped in a time bubble like the final episode of Sapphire and Steel.”

[Central London] “Everybody is exercising! [Everybody jogging!] Super Professionals – wired-up to capital. In these places capital has achieved its utopia. Bike shops (designer of course). [Even] exercise shops; toned bodies parading [like window mannequins].”

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