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Another LMDC London expose of shame: Images of Pope's Head Alley in Cornhill, City of London - taken on Sunday 29th December 2002 around 4.15pm

where in September 1730, did Peter Vivian's actions cause him to be indicted for a Misdemeanor, "in assaulting John Brailsford, with an intent to commit the detestable Sin of Sodomy"

(It is stated in the fine print that Peter/Pieter Vivian was probably a refugee fleeing the Dutch anti-homosexual purges of 1730)

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Sequence of Events

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Front of the Royal Exchange, near Pope's Head Alley, Cornhill Cornhill, City of London

  • Front of the Royal Exchange, near Pope's Head Alley, Cornhill. Around 4:14pm, 29th December 2002. It was the intention to get daylight photographs, but cleaning up after a collapsed flat ceiling (due to prolonged water damage) delayed this foray into the wilds of the City of London.

  • Cornhill, City of London

Sign overhead - Pope's Head Alley Pope's Head Alley

  • Sign overhead - Pope's Head Alley
  • Pope's Head Alley looking towards Lombard Street

    As cited in Rictor Norton (Ed.), "The Trial of Peter Vivian," Homosexuality in Eighteenth-Century England: A Sourcebook. Updated 8 September 2000 and within "Select Trials, for Murders, Robberies, Rapes, Sodomy, Coining, Frauds, And other Offences, London: Printed for J. Wilford, behind the Chapter-House, in St. Paul's Church'Yard, 1735, vol. 2, p. 378.", it was in this alley one day in September 1730, that Peter Vivian's actions caused him to be indicted for a Misdemeanor, "in assaulting John Brailsford, with an intent to commit the detestable Sin of Sodomy". Quoting from the testimony of John Brailsford:

    John Brailsford: I was going thro' Pope's-Head-Alley in Cornhill, and stopt to make Water. The Prisoner came up to me, set his foot upon mine, caught hold of my Privities, and clap'd my hand to his. I presently seized him, and told him, I would pull his off. Immediately another came to his Rescue, but I clap'd hold of him too, but not being able to hold them both, the Prisoner got away, and ran into the Post-Office Yard. He stumbled at the step going in, and so he was taken again, and he and his Comrade were carried into an Ale-house, but his Comrade jump'd out of the Window and escaped. The Prisoner desired us to let him go, for he said he had suffer'd enough in having his Shirt and Ruffles torn.

    John Brailsford's colleague, William Prior gave collaborative testimony:

    William Prior: I was with the Prosecutor, but he standing up to make Water, I walked a little before. He call'd me to his Assistance and we took the Prisoner and his Comrade and carried them to an Ale-house. The Prisoner was very Solicitous to be let go, crying often, My dear, My dear, First time, First time. And he made several Offers to kiss the Prosecutor.

    The Jury found him Guilty, and he was Sentenced to stand once in the Pillory at the Royal-Exchange, to suffer one Month's Imprisonment, and to pay a Fine of 5 Marks.

    As noted by Rictor Norton, "It is probable that Peter Vivian was a refugee (his actual first name would have been Pieter) from the purge on homosexuals in Holland in 1730, as he would have arrived in England not long after 21 July 1730, the date that the States of Holland issued a Placat, posted in every town, that set off wide-scale persecution. Sodomy was to be punished by death, and those who offered their homes for its commission were also to die, and their corpses to be burned to ashes and thrown into the sea "or exposed as unworthy of burial", that the names of the convicted - including the fugitives - would be publicly posted. Some 250 men were summoned before the authorities; 91 faced decrees of exile for not appearing. At least 60 men were sentenced to death."

CCTV in the Cornhill side of Pope's Head Alley Pope's Head Alley towards Lombard Street

  • CCTV in the Cornhill side of Pope's Head Alley. Making it unlikely anyone would attempt a similar assault to perform the "detestable Sin of Sodomy" in this particular alley.

  • Pope's Head Alley towards Lombard Street

Did John Brailsford stopt to make Water here? This image could have been significant but is too out of focus

  • Did John Brailsford "stopt to make Water" here? The reader is left to ponder where John Brailsford "stopt to make Water". Which was then followed by Peter Vivian's assault "with an intent to commit the detestable Sin of Sodomy"

  • This image could have been significant but is too out of focus

This image could have been significant but is too out of focus Pope's Head Alley towards Cornhill

  • This image could have been significant but is too out of focus
  • Pope's Head Alley towards Cornhill

Sign for Lombard Street Lombard Street at twilight Rendered image of Lombard Street at twilight as processed by Lyle Kroll using his secret algorithm

  • Sign for Lombard Street
  • Lombard Street at twilight
  • (added 26th February 2004)Rendered image of "Lombard Street at twilight" as processed by Lyle Kroll using his Photos to Illustration rendering algorithm.

Pope's Head Alley towards Cornhill Pope's Head Alley towards Cornhill

  • Pope's Head Alley towards Cornhill
  • Pope's Head Alley towards Cornhill

CCTV in the Lombard Street side of Pope's Head Alley. Blurred image of Pope's Head Alley looking towards Cornhill

  • CCTV in the Lombard Street side of Pope's Head Alley. Making it unlikely anyone would attempt a similar assault to perform the "detestable Sin of Sodomy" in this particular alley.

  • Blurred image of Pope's Head Alley looking towards Cornhill

A twilight, blurred view of St. Mary Woolnoth (by Nicholas Hawksmoor) The clock at St. Mary Woolnoth

  • A twilight, blurred view of St. Mary Woolnoth (by Nicholas Hawksmoor)

  • The clock at St. Mary Woolnoth. It would seem that the writings of T.S. Eliot (" To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours") can no longer be relied upon with respect to such things as relative accuracy of clocks in the "timekept" city of London. The time was actually around 4:15pm to 4:20pm at this point in the photo-session.

    Personal experience is that many clocks in the futile city of London seem to be of very poor to aweful quality in keeping the time that accurately (December 2001 to December 2002).

    (refer to T.S Eliot's The Wasteland and Notes on the Wasteland. The notes seem to be inaccurate in describing "St. Mary Woolnoth: An Anglican Church designed by the famous architect, Sir Christopher Wren." as it is normally described as being designed by Nicholas Hawksmoor.

  • Extra feedback:

    Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2004 23:03:05 +0100
    To: "L. Cranswick" [lzc@dl.ac.uk]
    Subject: random stuff

    "Yo, surfing the net for Saint Mary Woolnoth, and Google directed me to... Lachlan Cranswick's Homepage!! And the futile City of London.

    So here's the random stuff. You quote T.S.Eliot as mentioning the place where "Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours" and you comment that London Clocks don't keep time so well. All true. But are you aware of the coded message in the TSE quote? Basically, medieval monasteries kept a cycle of prayer which divided the day into eight segments: matins,lauds, prime, terce, sext, nones, compline, and vespers. It was known as "keeping the hours". I believe a bell was rung every three hours to call the faithful to prayer (similar to the muezzin in Islam, now I come to think of it). Anyway, being a christian, latinist, and medievalist, TSE naturally contrasts the medieval devotion to God to modern man's devotion to mammon, by noting that capitalism has taken over the bell ringing. Eliot at his very best, ranting like an old testament prophet!!"

A twilight, blurred view of the front gate of St. Mary Woolnoth (by Nicholas Hawksmoor) A twilight, blurred view of St. Mary Woolnoth (by Nicholas Hawksmoor)

  • A twilight, blurred view of the front gate of St. Mary Woolnoth (by Nicholas Hawksmoor)
  • A twilight, blurred view of St. Mary Woolnoth (by Nicholas Hawksmoor)

Looking towards the intersection at Bank at Twilight Looking towards the intersection at Bank at Twilight

  • Looking towards the intersection at Bank at Twilight
  • Looking towards the intersection at Bank at Twilight

Poetry Links and stuff

Past and Present / I Remember, I Remember
(Thomas Hood, 1799-1845)

I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor bought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups--
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,--
The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And throught the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.

I remember, I remember
The fir frees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.

Upon Westminster Bridge
(Sept. 3, 1802)
(William Wordsworth, 1770-1850)

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear

The beauty of the morning: silent, bare,
Skips, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky,
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beatifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at this own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

London, MDCCCII
(William Wordsworth, 1770-1850)

O friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being as I am, opprest
to think that now our life is only drest
For show; mean handiwork of craftsman, cook,

Or groom! - We must run glittering like a brook
In the open sunshine, or we are unblest;
The wealthiest man among us is the best:
No grandeur now in Nature or in book

Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,
This is idolatry; and these we adore:
Plain living and high thinking are no more:

The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,
And pure religion breathing household laws.

London
(William Blake, 1757-1827)

I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.

But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.


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