Thanks to Jason Adams from the New Centre, for suggesting me to join this conversation on this supercommunity.
This is a very interesting context to share our thoughts and ideas. The topics and post, seem to reflect on really exciting and relevant issues to be discussed now.
So here they go, a few thoughts on this inspiring project by Karrabing Film Collective and the comments- response posted by Stephen Muecke and the others around it :
At the speed all is taking and in between dreams and very early morning vigils, since yesterday night, when very late I started to read both texts Povinelli's and Muecke's ( including the haunting minute point two secs of the youtube demo video on the film project) a huge wave was building its momentum. This huge wave was of anger and frustration at learning about the ever aberrant outcomes of our pathetic Anthropocene era. Sorry but can't still come to terms to any positive side of it. Even if listening yesterday afternoon to this great talk by Bruno Latour, sort of relaxed the worry a little.
That massive wave, sided with many others, previously dreamed by the ancestors of the project's actors in Australia, and by some of us too, seems to tell us about a certain immanence, a liquid powerful force that means something.
Since I was a small child, this big waves also appeared to me in dreams.
Dreams of monstrous, horrifying waves coming and swallowing us.
Those early dreams, where repetitive enough to make me pray for them to go away and never have them back. But not only they never left me, actually, they became part of my nights and life, across time.
In some dreams, the waves where coming from far, and even if I saw them building up from the horizon, I end up staying and waiting for my fate.
I could drown but also be embraced and flow, feeling the rush of water and wet energy of turbulences and a massive vertigo rush.
But on other dreams, I can't cope with the idea of the immersion, and I scape and run wile other people seem to not realise that this very far away water towers are fast as light.
Then, is all about finding shelter and having been wise enough to react as soon as I see the walls of curly water rise up literally in micro secs of the dreaming-time-speed, from where the sky touches the sea line.
Or alternately, I am walking in a scene, where the water has already passed, all awash and wet. This is for example, (as it was the last time I dreamt) a half of the city of Barcelona.
Of course , having that sort of dreams as part of my life since so early, all that relates to waves, gets in to my guts.
As it is my body that reacts to their images and drawings, even their mentioning.
When the guy at the Karrabing Film Collective's short demo, is talking about little waves - with his blurred voice as background of repetitive slow beats - I could not help but feeling that wave immediately.
He talks about little waves, but what are little waves if not the early stages of the bigger ones ? another voice next to him says: no..! is a big wave...
So that this recall of waves and waves, and its links to the Aborigen experience of dreams, was also a deep immediate affect added to the rest of information gathered about the project ( a great one! ) and the context of it, plus the thoughts its risen.
On this speedy associations, a few images from past filmic experiences came to mind, also too fast to select or to judge why:
Walkabout's by Nicolas Roeg 1971 and the then unknown David Gulpilil, representing purity and wiseness on a very 70's way to remind us of how decadent and guilty we where.
Simultaneously more sequences from Where the Green Ants Dream, by Werner Herzog 1984, appeared with its amazing depictions of more abuse and grim adventures of pitiful white men.
But the intense memory that aroused the already familiar feeling of deep ancestral awe, was connected to the film The Last Wave by Peter Weir.
This Last Wave, was just the kind of wave I had been dreaming about so many times and that I continue to dream till this days.
Its images of drowned folks floating inside their own cars or rooms still haunting me deeply.
It was then in 1977, when the film was released, that I had become more aware of the power of dreams, it coincided with Freud's book: The Interpretation of Dreams and the readings of Henri Lefebvre, where this clash between our worlds and how they where constructed, our cities or civilisation etc, versus those considered retarded, where all observed and criticised.
It was also the time I had discovered George Kubler's amazing book, The Shape of Time, and as I was a post-hippy and a proto-punk, the fury, the hatred and the despise about my own world had escalated enough to be compared to a massive wave too.
Now Now Now: this idea of the Big Wave appears today as an accelerated embodiment of mass matter on revolt. For a need for help to wash out our dirt, our toxic waste our disastrous effect on this planet. Mean wile, Tsunamis and the melting of the poles add to this feeling of liquids and waters gathering, rising, collectivising, circulating, amounting, speeding and improvising too.