Doth the Splendid Army weaken with the cold winds of choice ?????
posted by: Andy Forbes 09th September 2009
I had a dream I was in a transparent tent and I was knitting underwear –Alien underwear. It had to be waterproof apparently for an underground pantomime there was a photograph of a whisper that a security guard was cooking falafel for 15000 people but before I could taste the delights a huge curtain dropped in front of me when it rose again I saw through the cracks a giant silent towering high hat, my mobile rang and as I picked it up I saw Craig Walsh with angel wings but I couldn’t tell if he was giving me a reassuring peace sign or telling me to fuckoff when I hung up I noticed mechanical beetles running over the tent, horrified I tried to escape but I was caught in a maze eventually I found myself slipping down a poll however I didn’t hit the ground I found myself high in the sky in a balloon sailing above belongil fields where I could see the police below had surrounded a crash site it looked like an Alien craft had landed but as we dropped altitude I realised they were talking to me and the craft was a balloon another or this balloon I thought I awoke to a seemingly never ending drum roll until I realised I was dancing in a spontaneously performed and well choreographed dance piece by The Temptations I think it was “get ready cause here I come” .... did I mention I was nude.
What’s going on art brats have those dirty itch’s got infected yet?
Is the splendid Army disbanded and pulling out of the once occupied territory?
Is their apathy flapping about in the soiled glory of this unresolved conflict?
Or do I find thee Splendour Army plotting and divining a monumental yet subtle abomination of interactive joy, a grandiose engagement of all the senses for our beloved Festival goers.
Perhaps I find thee Splendid Army divided a dislocated now relocated poltergeist of art fodder oscillating against the vibrations of collaboration divided into aesthetics and artistic purpose and now satisfied to produce individual crusades and if so shall I call you by your new name Art Combatant.
I am currently painting a house in Mullumbimby a colour called “tumbling water” it’s almost white with a shade of green and it reminds me of you all and I also found this photo and I think this is a perfect illustration of your Splendid Army.
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