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Name: Dan() MacKinlay

Bio: itinerant pamphleteer and minstrel

Photos: dan's photo libraries

Lowest hanging fruit ( 21st Sep, 2006 )
heaven and earth ( 14th Mar, 2006 )
tag ( 2nd Mar, 2006 )
freudtrip of the rootless ( 14th Feb, 2006 )
10 years old ( 9th Feb, 2006 )
hoon is thai for puppet ( 11th Jan, 2006 )
xmaspartan ( 11th Jan, 2006 )
where people sleep ( 12th Dec, 2005 )
on confidence in a strange city ( 20th Nov, 2005 )
well, that was easy (2 letters home) ( 12th Oct, 2005 )
moon to my tide/staring at the sun/2 weeks of posting backlogs to clear in 2 days ( 28th Aug, 2005 )
on sex and travel ( 28th Aug, 2005 )
Smother Tongue ( 28th Aug, 2005 )
Snapshots of of laziness ( 27th Jul, 2005 )
Itinerunty ( 22nd Jul, 2005 )
open sewer orchid ( 16th Jul, 2005 )
i'd like to thank ( 3rd Jun, 2005 )
the runniness of a long distance loner ( 29th Apr, 2005 )
spreadeagledwings ( 27th Apr, 2005 )
bystander ( 23rd Apr, 2005 )
hook and loop fastening ( 21st Mar, 2005 )
loose change agent ( 13th Mar, 2005 )
Spatialisation ( 15th Feb, 2005 )
secret texta magic ( 7th Feb, 2005 )
Always was, always will be, the parliamentary triangle ( 27th Jan, 2005 )
danformation freeway ( 25th Jan, 2005 )
The shortcut key to Sydney ( 21st Jan, 2005 )
Evapouration ( 17th Jan, 2005 )

Lowest hanging fruit

why am i crying?

heaven and earth

A dash of ice crystals in the mid atmosphere refract rays of sun and glimmer yellow against the dusty pink sunset, reminding people of custard and beaches and raw meat and lense flares and other sublunary commonplace items that the earthbond can harmlessly project onto heavenly phenomena; later the sun will set and reveal an infinite void sewn with saucepans and belts and scorpions. i am riding across the sydney harbour bridge on a borrowed bicycle, where i am hiding in my friends houses and living in a sorta half way house of half-house-wayfaring so i can pretend i am somewhere i am not committed to.

i planned it badly and have nothing to live on; i wouldn't say that i have escaped the cash economy per se, but i seem to be living in the love economy, where the goodwill of my friends is feeding me for now. (thanks guys.) i am reminded of the weird mirror image pair of heavenly and earthly economies in chinese mythology, where the money sacrificed in earthly existence accrues to you in the afterlife. Right, i'm here to make money for a sacrifical burning, and to get the fuck out, possibly pausing briefly to make some nice dinners for all my manyfold sponsors.
ack! no, it's not true, australia, i don't intend to use you so. but this country fits ill right now, and it seems most natural to tolerate it by ignoring it. close my eyes and think of england. things seem disjointed. the people i came to see have moved on themselves. i get lost walking to the shops, there are stars in my eyes and they make it hard to see. i feel... homeless... or disembodied, watching myself from the outside, like that time betwen when your heart stops and you go down the tunnel of light, which is boarding gate 47 if you squint hard enough. What i mean is, this may take some adjusting.

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