#Rhizo14:active isotope, a radiating brand, a pin-prick.
"What brings you here my friend?"
Strong feelings? Passion? Anger? Excitement? Hunger? Thirst? Curiosity? Navigation misplaced, mouse mistaken?
Massive, Awesome, delighted, enchanté to meet you thus!
Read with me a while, if you will. My sense will only be written forwards but understood long afterwards, backwards.
My apologies, I offer no sensible solace, only light entertainment as my passion dawns on us.
"Man is in love and loves what vanishes, what more is there to say?" Y.B. Yeats
We will be long gone in the ether and without a care in their world. I have enjoyed much good company, have shared some laughter but when all is said and done are we just a non-event?
I prefer myself in movement, in action thus. This much I can do. We have curious work to do my friends. Still Hungry? Chaos is a lure for gaze but hard to digest.
What do you do now? Who do you speak to for what reasons? For light entertainment to pass their time? Your time is their money.
God we need fun, what more is there? God we need poetry, when they only give us time for prose.
Don't dream too long.
Fear, breeds fear. There are terrifying people who have terrifying dreams who care not for you or I. They are darkly entrained in a time of uncertainty. They will give you all the damned certainty you care for. Rules, regulations, rewards, punishments, purges, the eternal life meme. These people, these chief Ants are on the rise my friends, they sense their time is coming once again. They will stop at nothing. Flee not from freedom.
#Rhizo14 is carnival.
This event, these few days are joyous, a moment to dream, to discuss, to...alliterate. Marginal rather than massive, open ended rather than open, on-line is not enough... for courses run their course. The carnival is illusion, we dress up, we turn the world on its head, we celebrate and then we go back to the drear of their deal. The new deal they have for us is un-negotiated, unread, undemocratically, but minutely detailed in their (our) small print. They have a lesson plan: no child left behind. Behind what? The Jesuits were always right. Get them when they are young, malleable. Mad yet? Have you no thirst for adventure, the wide open spaces? Stand up! Buck their trend, our chaos is their corral.
Excited? Take a space, deconstruct their ranch, organise together a new reality. The instructions will be stolen from our reality TV. Cheat their certainty. Sing, dance, skate, build, design, haggle, imagine a community in which you would care to live. School is out, let us put away childish things, childish fears. Organise.
They fear a mob.
People care, people are generous, they would love a better lot for them, for us, they are awaiting a lead not a promise. We are not all maggots.
#Rhizo14 was a network
Some one, somewhere set it in motion. We did much together but let it not stop at this. He made some sense of this chaos. He didn't do it for them.
Build the communities in which you can be free when the carnival is over. I look forward to your news my friends.
My time here is nearly at its end.