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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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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Snap Volley Nights

Maxie dreamt of making a snap kick on the tennis ball road soccer ball as it volleyed in front of him in that golden split second in front of goal...and so it came to pass one drousy Perth summers eve that he found himself there in position and conquered the strangeness of the game and the glowering unforgiving stickiness of the tarmac and blew that volleyed kick through the goals, picked up midflight and snapped its reality goalward. It was two-on-two dynamics and he and I roared around the empty stadium slapping imaginary hands and being hugged by the invisible crowd that spilled over the hoardings as only invisble crowds don't. We were Kings and 1-nil up as the lightness severed our ship from the night.

1 comment:

Mad Ned said...

Beautiful. Lucidly took me to a drowsy Perth summer's eve and then, triumphantly, I was in the crowd going wild. "What a goal!!"