We Dematerialise Our Lives, with photos

This  poem was written during an extended period of travel and is  illustrated with photos from those travels. I did a lot of writing and photography during that period, from 2005 to 2011, and this piece is an attempt to fuse the two. Click on the image to fill the screen.

We Dematerialise Our Lives

We dematerialise our lives. Launch into a dreamtime of tropical climes, alien sunrises, and fresh horizons of the mind. We innoculate ourselves against capital. Live in the ruins. Berries fill our basket. We gather wild flowers for the table; Keep feathered dinosaurs. Eat their eggs. We carry our lives Like a snail it’s home. We take our time We make it our own.

Tribes of the Makers

Pupate, Emerge, Mutate, Stigmerge. Tune into a planetary urge. Humans commune. Rerender the centre. Nurture the nature. Apprentice the mentor. Harness the markets. Remodel the odds. Accept the extension. A diffusion of helping. The tribes of the makers The revolt of the massless.