For the start of my own contribution to the project. I intend to create a series of images & texts featuring a poem called 'Killing The Dream'. Which was included in my last post on the FFBLOG titled - The Man with the X-Ray Eyes http://blog.furtherfield.org/?q=node/316
It will be a series of images/txt until the poem ends - 1 for each day... Kill The Dream I walk, meandering from the paths getting lost and enjoying it no responsibility, no reference other than to the experience of the moment the city is nothing but a fading dream running out of steam, shunting, grunting the world is spinning, larger than the cities small provincial jaded gleam there's more to life than conforming to the grind of perpetual dis-ease and at this precise moment, I know it feel it, know that life is, big, big , big..... I walk the hills, feel the wind on my cheeks blasting its obvious reasoning, conceptual rigour disappears, becomes just another clique circle of confines, limited and daft, unreal concern time is short and I feel that I must abort the confusion, this city kills love, sneers at beauty by using irony, institutionalized language in an isolationist bed of separatist schemes (Marc Garrett 1994.) Wishing all well. marc _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
