The Vorrh is an impressive book. Prior to it my only other exposure to Brian Catling had been Bobby Awl (Etrusan Books, 2007), a book Alan Moore had cited in one of his interviews (on the topic of his then in progress opus, Jerusalem, with regards to the issue of length), which is perhaps how a lot of us find our books; that is, through the authors whom we like. Moore went on to write a feverish and completely deserving introduction to the first installment of Catling’s Vorrh Trilogy, and states in a subsequent article that he had to physically distance himself from the second book else he got too taken in by it before he could finish Jerusalem.
My insatiable hunger -insatiable- for all things Catling, and the body of work that came before his book, whether it be his work as a poet, sculpture or performer is the drive for this blog, which is perhaps better described as a repository for all this information on the net that I cannot help uncovering. A blog about an artist, rather than by one. An imperfect means of archeology, it is twice removed from its subject; the first limitation is one of media, that is, the material on the net, the second being distance. It is unlikely that I would ever have the chance of attending an exhibition much less a performance. What is said probably reflects more of me than any other person. Posts are constantly being updated.