A couple of things making me think.
- Friend comments that I really should start blogging again (thanks Nick!)
- Red wine.
So here is something that I truly believe. In these dangerous times, if you have an ounce of creative instinct in you, it is unethical not to create. Make good art.
This joy in protest, in the face of ugliness, this beautiful resistance. This harmony in the face of being torn apart. Personally this is my favourite act of protest that I have seen. What could be greater, what could be more glorious than this?
(There’s something ancient and undeniable in song. When you open your mouth and your throat and your everything and it comes pouring out like the purest fucking thing you’ve ever experienced)
What if this is opportunity? There’s a crack in everything, and that’s how the light gets in. What if this could be how the light gets in?
How dare I stop writing? Even for a moment. You have to write like you’re running out of time, because what if you are? Hard times require furious dancing.
And what if it happens here, what if this insane wave of neo-liberal-fascism comes to my country? It’s already stirring. If it can happen in America it can so just as easily happen here (let alone all the places around the world that are in even greater suffering), and the planet these days is just one big place, anyway, what’s an ocean or two in separation?
I gave up on this stuff for a while, I burnt out, I thought we got what we deserved, I stayed (relatively) quiet.
Fuck you Tony Abbott.
… You know what? No.
No one deserves this.
That’s not good enough. Try harder.
We (earth, people, us, the pale blue dot) are better than this.
Time to re-ignite.
Cause I can’t keep quiet,
a one-woman riot.
I can’t keep quiet
No. Not any more.