Architecture LIVE 2
| Leitrim, Ireland, May 14 2009 |
| Architecture LIVE 2 |
| Despite the lacklustre start I venture forward on the hard road. A new day at the keyboard crafting the Eco Living Festival poster and flyer. What will emerge from this? Who will come? Will the effort be worthwhile? |
| The prevailing atmosphere is familiar but I am tired of the silence it inspires. Where are the leaders and the wise? Nowhere it seems. The old agendas have been discredited but still claim territory over the truth. Even new truths wobble and career aimlessly about the place. There is broad agreement that it is indeed a terrible state of affairs but when it comes to doing something about it everyone holds back, waiting. |
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| What no one seems to realise is that this global crisis has struck deep into our psyches. It is rooting us out of our cosy nests, pushing us into the cold, reposessing the megre territory that we thought was our own. We resist this with a strength inspired by fear and backed by whatever weaponry we can muster. |
| We have no langauge for this condition, no precedent except for what is lodged in our genes, reminders of famine or colonial injustices. These rememberances have no place in the shining future that has become obscured, but, in the here and now, they refuse to abate, to be quiet. |
| Without an internet connection the place is blissfully quite. Cut off from the world of ‘always on’ The Now reigns supreme. Watching the clouds drift west or the swallows circling the land is a timeless exercise. Even the slow moving cows are captivating, wandering in tight formation in search of a decent bit of grass amongst the rushes. |
| Recapturing time is the quest of the modern age. Time sets the rythm to which we dance. Heartbeat. Breath. Sunrise. Sunset. Month. Season. Year. So it is we calibrate our passage through the unknown. |
| Where clocks claim to define time we fall out of our natural rhythms and into the gridlock of mechanical time. Here, we lose sense of who we are and where we are going. |
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| Because time is always conjoined with space when we loose control of our time we also loose control of our space. So the modern condition is birthed to forge a mad world. |
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| I contemplate this even as I seek to define my time in the cabin, to conjoin it with the emerging EconoSpace that I might catch a glimpse of myself as I shuffle forward. |
| I feel the the suck of the world when I get online at our neighbours Natalia & Willie. I have put much store by my online presence but now question the validity of that. I have been hiding out in cyberspace, masking myself in theory even though I know it is during the LIVE teaching sessions that things really come to life. |
| I have fooled myself into believing that cyberspace is a version of reality, that the speedy passage of electromagnetic energy across the internet somehow replicates the life force that animates all living things. |
| Apalled at my naiveity, yet relieved, I bicycle home in the gentle rhythm of the unfolding afternoon. The sun washes the cabin in warm light. I float in this, a shipwrecked sailor summoning the energy to find the shore. |
| This is shocking but also a relief. Bathed in the fluid rhythm of the sea I must yield to its dexterity, carried forward under the broad sky towards my inevitable destination. |
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