This is right now
Sirens and the Copenhagen town hall bells ringing, cranes moving, cars moving. Kid found some colored plastic strips, tied them to a stick and is thus eternally entertained, seagulls and the sounds of spray cans. Jeppe and Persille are shooting a music video for their upcoming record (which you should totally support – not at least because it´s a record of protest songs) so I´m the groupie for a couple of hours before I´ll do my last speech on this tour at Gladsaxe Hovedbibliotek tonight.
Last night I was on a talk show. A rapper named Pede B was there too presenting, among other skills, his skills in improvisations so I said “fascist regime” and then he made a little song about that. I dig.
I also kind of like this Eurowoman article (I told you about it earlier, remember, the photographer?). Why do I like it? Why do I like doing the speeches? Why do I like communicating via the media? Isn´t it contradictory to our lifestyle, aren´t we supposed to be very fermented? Blessed. Lineddressed.
Yeah, you could say that and I totally respect your right to present me for the cultural stereotypes and the narrow narratives because what I REALLY like is to challenge the cultural stereotypes and the narrow narratives, I think it is most needed that we do exactly that. If we are to deal with the crisis (in humanity, in climate) we need new kind of stories. New kinds of realities.
Merging of realities. Merging of understandings.
So that´s why I do it.
And I´m pretty fucking proud about it too.
Plus I really thoroughly enjoy doing something I´m good at. It is the most wonderful feeling.
I cannot live without this and therefore you could say- and it would be meaningful- that the very thing that liberates me (“putting into words”) also enslaves me, ties me to my culture. Would have been better if I could just sit there and weave. Alone.
I just can´t. So don´t shoot me.
One thing nags me about my work though.
I´ve been told several times now, after a speech, that I was much funnier in real life, much more optimistic than in my written words. That I´m not as gloomy and/or sad and/or angry as they thought I would be. Not so much in a crisis. Not so shaken.
Why this bias in the written word?
I don´t know. I suspect it might be strangely characteristic for us environmentalist…. (and with good reason too but on a more optimistic note this article made me feel some hope)
It´s ugly. Yes. Polluting. Yes.
But see the buildings in the background? These are white privilege. White privilege is spreading, consuming almost every empty space of my country…. but before it does rebels are expressing themselves in color and although they are not flawless or considerate – not even consistent and certainly not better than you- they still exist.
They might not have all of the answers. They might not present you with a solution. They just exist.
Tomorrow we´ll be heading home. I can´t wait. I need the sense of time out there, I need the feel of it just like I need air.
I love you world.