“The or eyes”

Idetect – as a utility of representation, can be used in reference to negative speech. For example, it may be used to describe this example’s definition of ‘Gallantry’…

Polite attention or respect given by men to women.
“no young man offers to carry this burden for her: such gallantry is out of fashion”.

“No young man” implies something, but does not state something as fact.


Birth of Idetect

idetect – invisible I

detect – visible I

IDETECT – The miscarriage A

I detect is the unseen presence of letters in every action. While this presents a similar difficulty to that of representation, the meaning highlights the dissembling nature of subjective unawareness. All the while an instance of Idetect, misses its meaning through inferred absence, whilst acknowledging that anything perceived as cryptic or mystic are, self described in their presentation.The written word then, is a script of pre-informed meaning. Once agreed upon, this evokes what the authors and readers can be made aware of, which is always the ‘other’ the presence of a similar self of infinite iterations and stances. Usage of text and the run-on of symbols, allow for regressive and transformational inaccuracies. So common are these discursive practices that when asked to trace thoughts the warren of reason draws out a gaze and demands the script of idetect. This task, in and of itself, floods with imperfection and poor copies. Flavours and significance are then devoid of extra-lateral symbolic inference. Idetect is all that is missed in writing. A lost letting, both symptomatic of cultural differences as well as historic mistaken identity. An excavation here is required, to dig down into the layering, and then finely brush through the dust. As all you would need to miss a letter, or lose your fitting in the wrung of a ladder. A moment, a mistake are all that it takes to run an mis-errand.

So which letter is missing?


When I get the opportunity to speak to people about Tasmania, there’s always a common thread, some recurring topics that resurface time and again.

1. The lifestyle/standard of living/quality of life; and

2. The close proximity to the bush.

3. The beautiful natural surroundings, clean air, fresh water and friendly community.

4. In Tasmania you aren’t a small fish in a big pond – You have a voice that can make a difference. People will listen to you and remember your name.

5. The local sense of adventure. Each of us have a willingness to explore, but our tolerance is different depending on where we are from and where we live. In Tassie we have perfected the balance. Free-time, Safety and Convenience are the trinity that welcomes everyone to explore the world they live in. In Tasmania you are welcome to explore the land, delve into it’s deep history and challenge yourself and grow in ways you didn’t know were possible.


Stats are booming- treaties, toilets, bellies and rooming. Bubbling pipes break and splinter entrenched fellows, dugouts and drops. Running taps. Evil explosions that make your glands ache. Ebbing pain flaunts it’s way across your face, turning your teeth, grinding and hollowing. Dried bones of my humanity scatter along the old highway routes. My dollars are worth so much.

Your time and energy is robbed by my priori. Second class. Toilets smelling of polished brass. Brash attempts to flatten nature. Gurgling harrowing screams that hollow me out. Pipes and all.

Not right now

I shan’t be present at the meeting.

I won’t be there I’m afraid.

I can’t find the time, sorry

I don’t want to take up space

Pose on

He broke his back the usual way by falling down some stairs. His coccyx, or tail bone had been a source of some pain for months after landing awkwardly the day of Anne and Pete’s wedding.

He’d been polishing cutlery in the main dining hall and been asked to deliver them outside, out through reception. After an hour of polishing he’d slipped on the thick maroon carpet and thrown glittering blades of polished metal clattering off the walls.

He’d landed plumb on his buttocks and had the wind knocked out of him, sliding once and then rolling into face down position. Knives and forks gently poking into him as he moaned an inward breath and pressed his face into the cold marble floors.

The cutlery that he had laced with poison was somewhere among the jumbled reflective metal. He worried that perhaps he was laying on them and that he may have opened himself up in falling.

In the time it took to worry, people emerged from some of the adjoining rooms. He was helped to his feet, though the stood at an obtuse angle, bent at the tail like a poor impersonation of a duck.

He waddled from the room, after unbinding himself from the helpful arms and white gloved hands that had picked him from the floor. Swiftly he escaped somehow managing to prop himself in such a way that he could drive.

Phyllis and Errol both guest of the groom experienced heart attacks that evening and subsequently passed away. A strange occurrence of misfortune, especially bizarre to the guests, as they had all eaten and drank much the same contents, from much the same utensils. And so the coincidence stood and the marriage went ahead.

Cannibal Cruise

‘If a large enough rent could be created, the surface may be turned anew. The world is a cell and at it’s core is the larvae necessary for a new beginning’

Society of the 21st century was in distress and distanced itself from reality. Quietly anxious and confiding all hope in others that would willingly give up their lives to solve the problems and puzzles of the working world. The pursuit of happiness was rife with misuse. Shame hung off humanity like a cape, soon it became the carpet we walked and finally it surrounded us with shadows, when the sun began to lose it’s shine. With itself, humanity pursued a hard line of willful ignorance. The borders of science continued to spread, and with it the factory of consumption. Natural resources feeding transportation, housing and food were squandered in these early times and perpetually grew more scarce in the times following.

Scientists and Engineers of the time explained that we would come up with a means to break down and recycle everything, and in some ways this has become true. Plastic, heavy metals and radiation, as I write this, now cover and infiltrate the global being. As staph infection burrows down through the skin, the litter of humanity has burrowed in, with most of humanity tracking down and deep into the earth. At first we built up towards the stars. But our future was not written into constellations and soon we were digging our cities into the ground. Massive vaults, deposits of humans in lock box graves. More metal, more construction – a fatal last move in a losing game of chess. Burying ourselves in the bosom of the earth, fearing the pregnancy of our own demise. We dug in, or at least… most of us did anyway.

Now, arguments ‘after the fact’ have been something I’ve managed to leave to historians – as we choose to learn lessons and cast our vote in any such direction, it helps to have the guidance of past mistakes. But the argument over what happened and how it shouldn’t have been, is something I will not permit. This is my life now and the dump that marks my living reality of flotsam, jetsam and detritus hails anyone of any society or social class. All are damned through the association of proximity. All livelihood came crashing down in the fallout. While Tsunamis demonstrate themselves in Denver, there is no ice in anyone’s drink. No factory or stable source of electricity that has been established. Now the tumbling waves are scabbed with plastic and poles, floating fabrics and the smell of rot. When the fish died, the famine began and there was a global exodus from the drowning coastal cities. Some societies became nomadic, while others attempted to flee. The irony of a global closed borders policy meant that half of modern civilization was up against the wall or fence, begging for a status they would never achieve.

A crayon image – The world is a dumpsite; flooded and overrun by the oceans. All natural sources of water have the taint of radiation. Rain is acid, the oceans have alkalized. What was once the pacific, is now known as Clagg. The mixing of oil-spill and dense plastic deposits were alighted, burned and fused to create a mass so large it created the largest continent. From above it is a black scab of debris, a smoldering fusion of toxic waste. Similarly in the pacific the failed ‘lime project’ has changed the density of the ocean which in turn has created a malign ecosystem, sickness, mutation, flesh devouring bacteria, radical evolutionary abominations. Some feathered, others milky eyed, furthermore algae covered salamanders that have thrived in the mess and degradation.

Our outpost is North ‘Quarantine nation’ within the arctic circle is all that remains. We are sustained by annual snow-melt as here is the only location uncontaminated water can be found. The cold climate is our barrier from the bacteria, as well as any creatures bold enough to thrive in this era of misery and reclusiveness. Humanity is now but a fleet of military vessels and a small solar powered water-shack that housing 11,900 people.

The junker that we’re using for our mission is the decommissioned ice breaker ‘Renewal’. It was retired shortly before the Meltdown, and was used as a tourist vessel going from Denmark to Greenland. Now my team are tracking a similar path towards mission end – Mariana Trench, south by south-west.