20-30 years ago it was where everyone dreamt to go. It was Eldorado, Utopia, Samarkand, Paradise, Jerusalem and Klondike of the soul all wrapped into one. In people’s minds. I’m not so sure whether it is anymore. Nothing wrong or negative about Australia, but it ain’t all that anymore, is it? Not compared to how it used to be in people’s longing minds.
First of all, its fauna scares the shit out of me. I’m not too fond of the ocean. It frightens me. Water, I have great respect for. It’s the god I bow down to most. Out of fear. I bow down to everything from its life-giving to its power when it decides to gather high and fast and... murder.
We might travel to Jupiter, BMW might build a real X-wing everyone can afford and we might invent condoms with built in abortion as an extra, just for the hell of it, but water will never be tamed. Australian water is especially crazy as there is none in most parts and where there is it’s fuckin’ filled with shit that will kill you in a blink.
Then, lately I’ve begun to find Australian culture weird, with that the whole place. I can’t put my finger on it. I guess the closest I can explain it is those scenes in The Truman Show where everybody’s pretending everything’s alright. Surreal. You sense something is wrong yet you play along and pretend it’s alright. That’s how I imagine I would feel landing on a jet in Australia.
I don’t know where this is coming from really. Every single Australian I’ve met has been more than decent. Maybe it’s the TV productions? There is no greater weird coming out the English speaking world than what Australia muster. Some ranch in the outback’s with doctors flying kriss-kross above, the greatest drama among them is a foal wandering off beyond a creek. 30 minutes drama about that foal. Nothing more dramatic ever happens and they do give a shit yet at the same time they shrug their shoulders like everything will be alright and even if it doesn’t who gives a shit. We’re in Australia. The rest of the cunts in the world are in France, Argentina or Sweden, freezing their cocks and nipples off right about now.
I watched Wake in Fright yesterday. (1971) John Grant, a bonded teacher, arrives in a rough outback mining town planning to stay overnight before starting his holiday. But one night stretches to several and with the aid of alcohol he plunges headlong toward his own destruction.
It’s one of the weirdest films I have ever seen. And it only added to my everything above.
I would love to visit Australia yet at the same time I feel a bit worried, like a Twilight Zone kind of place.
First of all, its fauna scares the shit out of me. I’m not too fond of the ocean. It frightens me. Water, I have great respect for. It’s the god I bow down to most. Out of fear. I bow down to everything from its life-giving to its power when it decides to gather high and fast and... murder.
We might travel to Jupiter, BMW might build a real X-wing everyone can afford and we might invent condoms with built in abortion as an extra, just for the hell of it, but water will never be tamed. Australian water is especially crazy as there is none in most parts and where there is it’s fuckin’ filled with shit that will kill you in a blink.
Then, lately I’ve begun to find Australian culture weird, with that the whole place. I can’t put my finger on it. I guess the closest I can explain it is those scenes in The Truman Show where everybody’s pretending everything’s alright. Surreal. You sense something is wrong yet you play along and pretend it’s alright. That’s how I imagine I would feel landing on a jet in Australia.
I don’t know where this is coming from really. Every single Australian I’ve met has been more than decent. Maybe it’s the TV productions? There is no greater weird coming out the English speaking world than what Australia muster. Some ranch in the outback’s with doctors flying kriss-kross above, the greatest drama among them is a foal wandering off beyond a creek. 30 minutes drama about that foal. Nothing more dramatic ever happens and they do give a shit yet at the same time they shrug their shoulders like everything will be alright and even if it doesn’t who gives a shit. We’re in Australia. The rest of the cunts in the world are in France, Argentina or Sweden, freezing their cocks and nipples off right about now.
I watched Wake in Fright yesterday. (1971) John Grant, a bonded teacher, arrives in a rough outback mining town planning to stay overnight before starting his holiday. But one night stretches to several and with the aid of alcohol he plunges headlong toward his own destruction.
It’s one of the weirdest films I have ever seen. And it only added to my everything above.
I would love to visit Australia yet at the same time I feel a bit worried, like a Twilight Zone kind of place.
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