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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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Your contributions are welcome.

email: morpheusdrlng@gmail.com


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Shape shifter in search of coordinates.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Sirloin and the Beloved

Upon an artist's pallet
a finite muck shone pocked.
Prefigured in its poison
and merged in arabesque,
the misguided lobe was shrivelled and adrift.
The horoscope was caste to irradiate the slaves,
the siege was short
and profit was adduced.

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