Nov. 2018


They are sighted, standing
I try to write for you
I try to write away from me
From me
not for me
Yes for me
But also not.
These shapes tumble out
I don’t want to keep them alone
Inside
They are not mine
They come from me
but they are not me
They come for you
but from me
They are not mine
Nothing belongs to me.
This is not about me
I have seen the shapes
So many of them
beating, blinging,
Without fear
They stand in wait
For the day they
Can be known
But I don’t know when that day will come
Or what to do when it does
This is not about me
It comes from my insides
But I did not put them there
Did I let them in?
So now when they come out streaming
Into the collective
They bare my mark.
But they are not mine.

Over and over
We have been wrapped in cloth
Too big too loaded
Too familiar to shake off
Over and over
We get closer to their destruction
Though they hang on our fragile juvenile forms
We relent
Over and over
Burning, burring
Reducing unyielding
Our cloths mimic
our strategies
not ahead, alongside
a companion of deceit.
only now can we see,
from a glance
over our heads
wrapped in cloth our companions
smile and wave
I twist my head around again,
I prefer this view.
But the dust is settling on my boots
I’ve stopped moving
The track has become barren and rusted. It is dry dark and without a horizon.
Did I walk this way?
Did my feet carry me down this track?
They are stood to my left
I nod and say ‘Sorry, I must have taken a wrong turn a while back.’
They watch me, flickering but motionless
I look over my head again to find some context
In this land
But I cannot see,
That time has past
I now must choose
Without a light
I must remember to see
The cloth falls
My companions seem to realise
What this means
I take a step
And then another

The Club is a collection of people who have a necessity to create, occupy and sustain a space that is free from financial, social and mental limitations. Here is a space to create, talk, share; knowledge, experience, social freedom, unity, collaborations, ideas, food, contact, ART, everything creative, human, basic fundamental social contact - between those who have need for this space. A space to freely exist, in this city of development. Wheels or feet can take over anywhere. This cart is a tool to house our resources, as well as to publicise our aims. To make these meeting accessible the cart stand as a reference point allowing for the connection of those in the local area, those who may stumble upon it.

In an attempt to explore this need for greater social connection, within a privatized, controlled city, we sought a mobile, flexible, temporary solution. This then manifested in the form of a Club. A group of people who share the same desire to establish an original, open network between curious, creative minds. This group would provide support, critical feedback, the freedom to discus, share, learn, experiment within an open platform.