Preview: Palenque Falls

Palenque Falls Country Club was a routine job, until the “Desert Rats” took control. The “Rats” were a small coterie at Mitty Associates who, radicalized by climate change, revolutionized our renovation of Palenque Falls. They slandered it 24/7 in social media. Under cover of night (and in broad daylight with the help of accomplices) they vandalized its water pipes. Its life blood cut, Palenque Falls was in the throes of desertification. The fairways curving through the landscape, and the greens dotting it, turned brown. The clubhouse, the members’ pride and joy, deteriorated ruinously.

Eyewitnesses reported:

Floors go nowhere, stairways disappear into clouds.

A garden of cast-off bricks.

…(an abandoned chair) rather poignant suggesting the transitoriness of time and the universe and also you can get a better view of the scaffolding in the roof.

It’s done slowly with a certain degree of sensitivity and grace so that there is time for the foliage to grow through the broken concrete, and there is time for the various colors on the wall to mellow under the sun. So you get this kind of really sensuous sense of something extending both in and out of time, something that doesn’t belong to the earth and really something that is rooted very much into the earth.

The “Mitty Dissociates,” another moniker for the rebels (which they adopted with glee), were a cancerous liability destined for the chopping block, until the firm, after gauging public reaction (wildly supportive in some circles, notably the young), had a change of heart. Rather than being fired, the Disassociates were given bonuses. The logic: There might be a future in the entropic business.

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Smithson, Robert, Hotel Palenque (1972)

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Robert Smithson’s Amarillo Ramp in 2016