Maggid Street was configured in 1972 as a chapter in a Hackney-based 8mm diary film undertaken by myself, Renchi Bicknell, Tom Baker and others. Having just published my Ginsberg memoir The Kodak Mantra Diaries, I decided to attempt a lowlife gothic fiction that would feature another Albion Village Press poet, Brian Catling (future performance artist and Oxford academic). The accidental narrative, shot on outdated stock rescued from Kingsland Waste Market, was improvised as an alchemical fable.

A vagrant, played by Jeremiah Healy, is taken in by a south London surgeon, who subjects him to a series of violent procedures, in the hope of recovering the inner daimon, the spark of light. The film is silent, but shaped around an unspoken sentence by the doctor. ‘Once, I believed that I could take a thing of mud and, by treating it with water and with fire, bring forth a golden-winged angel.’ (Iain Sinclair/2009)