“We’re so self-important. Everybody’s going to save something now. “Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails.” And the greatest arrogance of all: save the planet. Save the planet, we don’t even know how to take care of ourselves yet. I’m tired of this shit. I’m tired of f-ing Earth Day. I’m tired of these self-righteous environmentalists, these white, bourgeois liberals who think the only thing wrong with this country is that there aren’t enough bicycle paths. People trying to make the world safe for Volvos. Besides, environmentalists don’t give a shit about the planet. Not in the abstract they don’t. You know what they’re interested in? A clean place to live. Their own habitat. They’re worried that some day in the future they might be personally inconvenienced. Narrow, unenlightened self-interest doesn’t impress me.
The planet has been through a lot worse than us. Been through earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares, sun spots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles … hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids and meteors, worldwide floods, tidal waves, worldwide fires, erosion, cosmic rays, recurring ice ages … And we think some plastic bags and some aluminum cans are going to make a difference? The planet isn’t going anywhere. WE are!
We’re going away. Pack your shit, folks. We’re going away. And we won’t leave much of a trace, either. Maybe a little Styrofoam … The planet’ll be here and we’ll be long gone. Just another failed mutation. Just another closed-end biological mistake. An evolutionary cul-de-sac. The planet’ll shake us off like a bad case of fleas.
The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we’re gone, and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself, ’cause that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed. And if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new paradigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn’t share our prejudice toward plastic. Plastic came out of the earth. The earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the earth allowed us to be spawned from it in the first place. It wanted plastic for itself. Didn’t know how to make it. Needed us. Could be the answer to our age-old egocentric philosophical question, “Why are we here?”
“But sometimes when I was starting a new story and I could not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame and watch the sputter of blue that they made. I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, ‘Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.’ So finally I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there.”
Ernest Hemingway – A Moveable Feast
“If you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be.
“We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”
“I like joy; I want to be joyous. I want to smile and I want to make people laugh. And that`s all I want. I like being happy. I want to make others happy.”
Spent the day at the Digital Design Studio, the postgraduate research and commercial centre of the Glasgow School of Art and where an “intense learning and research environment exploits the interface between science, technology and the arts to explore imaginative and novel uses of advanced 3D digital visualisation and interaction technologies.” So, erm, we’ve (E52) been doing that.
Been busy with Heads Up these last two weeks.
A good time was had by all, with three outstanding shows heading to Hull via Battersea Arts Centre: The Money, Backstage in Biscuit Land and Until You Hear That Bell. Then homegrown shows in the form of LO:CUS Dance Theatre, Non Applicables Guide to the Perfect Dinner Party, Finding Bobby Bubbles, live music from Emma King, Carrie Martin and Katie Spencer brought to the festival by Rock Artist Management and a couple of events that saw ‘cultural leaders’ Mikey Martins (Freedom Festival) and Martin Green (Hull 2017) having a chat with us on stage, as well as theatremakers from the city gathering to share what they’ve got going on.
During (and before) the festival, lamp post banners mysteriously disappeared, we managed to lose our big Heads Up flags somewhere, and we broke a new banner just one event in. These things are sent to test the mettle of festival organisers but we’ve come out the other end laughing and vowing to do it all again (funding’s in place for the next three years, hurrah).
Heads Up will be back in October 2016.
“I have unlimited vices—laziness, wastefulness, being too emotional. I mean to fix these things, but I have a feeling that my novels would then die, so I leave them be.” So says Natsuo Kirino (Out, and other stuff where people seem to get chopped up a lot).
I know how she feels. Recent writing, when I’ve not been too lazy to do it, has all been a bit doooooowwwwnnn. But as I venture forward and recall why I got into all this, I’m heading into optimistic territory. Trying to put the play back into plays, have a lot more fun. M’friend sent me this lovely link about why this might be a very good idea.
Somewhat preoccupied at the moment with Heads Up Festival, of which I am a producer. You might like to find out more by visiting www.headsupfestival.org.uk.
Popped up at another pop-up gallery on the weekend of February 13-14. Art on walls, readings, performances, live music, a bar, curious cocktails. Here’s some pictures by Jerome Whittingham from the laid back Sunday afternoon. If you came along, thanks. If you’d like to get involved in future happenings, drop us a line. You can follow on twitter at @whatiscollectiv
The majority of today involved a headache. It still does.
“His head .. it exploded. As if someone had scooped out his brains and put a hand grenade in his skull.”
Stephen King – I Am The Doorway