Saturday 15 September 2012

My Space; Yours



“He thought of all living species that train their young in the art of survival...yet man, whose tool of survival is the mind, does not merely fail to teach a child to think, but devotes the child’s education to the purpose of destroying his brain, of convincing him that thought is futile and evil, before he has started to think.”
            -Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

How to educate the future. How does one educate the future. This is what I am in the business of. I need to be prepared so that they may be prepared. Analyze and criticize. Create open spaces for them to grow in. The concept of spaces. Public Space. Private Space. The Universe. Our place in space. The merging of spaces. The private to the public. The public to the private. What are our rights as humans? What rights have we lost as being humans? The deserved and the undeserved. Identify yourself until your identity disappears and then you will belong to a new space. The uncreated space. The order of the order. The cycle has not left you. You have left the cycle. There is suddenly a you here and it is born. It cannot be unborn but you can. Do not ever become reborn. If I can educate you, what does it mean? What special privileges am I, as a teacher, given? Where should I go? What should I do? There is this whole world to show you but it is changing. I cannot show you it. I cannot show you the world. I can equip you. The finding of space. Of Spaces. We are of spaces. Of blank pages, of silences waiting to be filled or left alone. Loneliness is not the worst thing that can happen. Words that leave room for discussion create space. Words that are rude or unsatisfying create space. The space between you, and I; the evolution that left us isolated. It is loneliest at the top, so they say. The space of saying and what is not being said. The Milky Way. The galaxies. The stars that are dead before we know it. The dirt that gives space for roots to grow. The growing of. The rising up. The up and of. The onward. The empty space of windows. Windows that are created to give us more space. To Reconnect. To look into and out of but not through. If one opens a window, one creates space and noise; one creates senses but not instinct; one is given words but no real movement; if one opens a window one is taking action but doing nothing; unless one leaps. Unless the fall is great. Always there is space. There are rooms in houses just filled with spaces. Beds filled with spaces. There is so much space here and so much using up of space and changing of space and isolating of space and exploring of space that it might be likely we are overwhelmed. What is the fit in here? What is the of and the doing? What of it? Resistance is futile. We will live because it is in our instinct to do so and so, and so then, it is the possibility of education to fulfill your instinct to live and live well. I am not sure yet what this means. 

Wednesday 12 September 2012

I. The River Will Come Home, My Love



The river will

go to rooted trees and feed them relief from heat, clean air,
take winding paths and flush them full it’s a mouthful
take fish to the surface, swell with the heat of movement, carry on carry river
take away muddied shores with dead fish, cool your hot bare feet, shake thin flat rocks from the back, cool the mud.
sound like   the volume turned up too loud on static TV where the static is
white
sound hypnosis                       it is on repeat always moving
new ancient, sounds like bees and the city tuned out when the city is background noise, breath over and over and over
in the heat 
come home

is birds, is the soft voice of space and the taking up of space, is the wet wind, is the footsteps of earth, is the heavy hand that erodes calmly, is a white road in winter when you loved it best when it carried herons like feather-dusting snow, now left
exhausted, the river comes home, is large; yet
you may float and may not even float
but may soar: the river carries/air carries, what is a fish but a bird of the water?
You think the ocean has millions of undiscovered species, you could be one of them as the river steps so could you, one step to the ocean where light pushed water
to land, where rivers meet open mouths with thunder and still
the river -

my love

around the bend.