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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.
Please join us.
Your contributions are welcome.
email: morpheusdrlng@gmail.com
3 comments:
Damn Petri. You have seriously got some incredible artistic talent!
"I am forced to the appalling conclusion that I would have never become a writer but for Joan's death... I live with the constant threat of possession, for control. So the death of Joan brought me in contact with the invador, the Ugly Spirit, and maneuvered me into a life long struggle, in which I have had no choice except to write my way out"
- Queer, Penguin, 1985 p.xxiii
Bunker Fuel #3.
We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. Thoughts wander with me. Prior to sleep, from the Fall, the world has been divided into two cities. The origin of those inflammable sticks known as “Lucifer-matches” enjoys a special, quite low-profile genesis of its own.
Here are two shots of some glorious street art from Melbourne. And it's in the realm of fair robotic facsimiles that The Underpass really comes into its own.
Results 1 - 10 of about 4,520,000 for (Where are you?) poem. (0.20 seconds). Mad Plumber.
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