Just a couple of weeks ago I found myself cutting out shapes from magazine pages and scrap paper.
Nothing particular in mind, just another odd compulsion. But I’ve been me all these years now, I’m used to this, I don’t give it another thought.
Some good will come of it. Meanwhile, I’ve got a heap of hands and fish and butterflies and cats and things. As you do.
Then this began to evolve.
Now I’m as curious as the next person: What does this mean?
Last year I was doing this (again, no idea why).
So I carry on, still not knowing, but enjoying the bejeepers out of the process.
Perhaps that’s reason enough, right?
The words that I remember as I play join the page, they get buried in the mix.
Somewhere under and amongst these layers sit the words:
“Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it.
To deprive it of oxygen.
To shame it. To mock it.
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With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness – and our ability to tell our own stories.
Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe
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The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling – their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability.
Remember this:
We be many and they be few.
They need us more than we need them.
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Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”
– from Arundhati Roy, War Talk
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