a transfer of knowledge, hidden
transferred across specialisms
a poking out into the thin open air
natives that talk about native knowledge in a native way
can be scorned
as dumb because their voice is not heard therefore they are dumb.
we are dumb, not listening
and having listened
is it possible to throw on the brake completely
why not? brakes are for stopping.
do not fear the screech of brakes, you never start going backwards, which is where the sound is coming from. do not fear the screech of brakes but rather fear not stopping.
the deathly (here we go) drift into smack bang wallop the edge of knowing nothing at all ever again.
the reek of sweat and sex dreams, a cold awakening. washed clean by a splash of hormone from within.
Challenge Yasuní is a fictitiously fabricated reference system on top of a dataset, small, of interviews. It leaps to, from where you came; an idea or something constructed. i.e., the menu system can only be understood by reading.
the urge to be poetic is balanced by intent. i want to; therefore i justify dreaming. a concrete ‘i want’, rallied against a rapturous construction. Both are make believe: the i, which wants, and the i that justifies dreaming.
arrogance faces humility; knowing you are equal and therefore the same.
not a single misdeed is not immediately punished therefore be generous and patient.