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We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. The original forest is in the distance, Varosha Resort out there somewhere.

These places are a nexus of fragments and scattered remains. With its strange grasslands and nebulous island in-worlds, and nestled between savage and savant, the savannah is the ideal human environment. The fable bridges a gentle way across.

M. L. Darling intends this space as an opportunity to follow the veins of fable across a landscape with a simian commitment to an aesthetic of evolutionary dreaming.

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Friday, October 16, 2009

Morpheus in the Middle Ages




Satyrs (Ancient Greek: Σάτυροι, Satyroi) are a troop of male companions of Pan and Dionysis — "satyresses" were a late invention of poets — that roamed the Savannah and mountains. Last sighted just north of Varosha Resort.

Pan and Dionysis are gnarly dudes. Everyone said so. Even Artemis. Go Love.
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2 comments:

M. L. Darling said...

It is true, Mr Darling conceded, he was often intoxicated and sexually aroused and well deserved his reputation for assaulting nymphs, and stealing cattle.

February 1, 2010 at 11:52 PM
Unctoul said...

Why is your leg bound in polythene?
- Got a randy bull down there. Give it what it need!

February 2, 2010 at 12:02 PM

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