Horny to shoot in a moroccan ghost town, I left the thriving city of Fes to the completely abandoned Volubulis, a grand Roman settlement dating to the 3rd century BC. (see http://whc.unesco.org/pg.cfm?cid_31&id_site=836 for the archeaological evaluation of Volubulis) Looking at the mosaics, the gardens, the columns, the wide palatial rooms - people fell in love here and their children danced here. Worshipped gods here. Made animals kill people for show here. LIVED HERE. Something in my nature is always drawn to vestiges, as if I have the power to trace an escape route from my logical mind by approaching an solar origin of any kind. I picture the brotherhoods of Morocco here - playing songs to the spirits of the sea, and those Saturnian spirits, for women who are the daughters of Dionysian trance. Following the pagan blood sports long dried, I find the pictorial game of a Roman Islam will echo behaviors impossible to resist orbiting while equally impossible to continue in practice. OUR SITUATION... |