So I’m sitting here at 03.48, drinking my second cup of tea and roaming the internet (as you do – in Victorian times, people used to go to cafes and churches that were opened through the night. They would go and chat, or pray, then go back to bed. Being awake at this time was regarded as normal, not insomnia)
Anyway, poking around the internet, I find this:
we are the last humans
not to have a computer in side us
the last humans to drive
our own car
the last humans to
read a map
the last humans to
hold a book in our hands
the last humans to do
manual work
the last humans to die
of natural causes
the last humans to experience our world
as a place of possibility and mystery
i can honestly say im thrilled
to be standing out doors in the elements
on cold windy spring day at the flea market
not knowing what the day holds
but im not sure thats what
the world
wants anymore
This is a poem(?) by Kelly Moore – an outsider artist based in Santa Fe, New Mexico. He is a quirky man…..rather eccentric, and his art is very nice (if you like raw darkness, crows and cowboys) He works from a flea market that is open most of the year to the public, and he makes amusing observations about people and life in general – and I think this piece of writing really sums it all up.