Spaceman In Wonderland

This place doesn’t fit right. These days crack open, like dry skin.... There’s an itch on my inside. A tickle at the back of my throat that sounds like “Why?”

I cry for the undone, the unsaid, the unlived. The ‘How’s I never even tried As my mind went ahead And convinced me to give up before my first step lead me to the ‘certain Death’

I look down into my empty palms at what’s left… Just grand gestures like a conductor who’s convinced there’s an orchestra…

“It’s out there I know it… maybe if I just wave big enough They’ll come in on cue?”

...maybe this silence is just part of the song too?

It’s locked up in me like a wash of dreams stuck in the guts of a spinning bucket.

Shoulders sunk into this dance, Tettering drunken tight-rope between WINNING/FUCK IT

Some young kid walking the white picket fence Clenching my face against the piercing edges Opening my feet to the healing medicine of feeling something Running riddles of pain up through a network within me A dormant train line that once lead to the fair. ...but carnivals are unfair because they’re all flashing lights and blaring buzzers while we’re all just babies watching robots, Hoping dad will win that teddy bear who will love us.

I don’t want to hit the Strong Man bell at the top of some list of names and numbers I don’t want to shoot another wooden duck to prove the Fucks I couldn’t give Cold-blooded winning for some stuff stuffed with numbness.

I don’t want to live up to expectation I want to give up to Nature I want to unplug the sirens and lie in the silence after the show I long for those conversations that only come when we’ve been sitting here for a while And don’t know where else to go…

I want some deep subtle meaning That makes us shiver and glance out of the corners of our “Why”s To see if they’ve felt the same answer As the question climbs up inside us Like Incy Wincy Spider

Our tears have washed poor Incy out so many many times Lost, sore and whinging for that bear behind the glass.

But here we are pouting and reaching... All we can do is ask Again and again One day he’ll break that pane And leap out from within the machine.

We sat on this city island. Easing the traffic within us.

We sat, exposing our humanness.

Why does it feel dangerous to be personal in public? Why do we hide our friendly calm in private?

Maybe our neighbours are just like us?

Simple displays of breath, stretch, meditation, rewilded movement and sensory exploration can completely reframe our collective concept of who we cohabit this city with.

When I lose sight of where to take my offerings, my dearest loves continue to chime a familiar song: “Keep doing Open World Theatre, we need it... the world is dying to open”.

“Open World taught me what it was to feel real.”

“I feels so f*#kn dangerous to do nothing and stay open amongst the storm.”

“I felt like if I truly let go, that I would break sh!t - like literally tear the whole place apart”

“I’ve never felt so at home in the city, like it’s my own backyard”

I believe this is what majestic lineages of martial arts and yoga look like in the modern world.

Let’s reveal our humanity to each other and turn cities into public spaces for community learning.

I can feel the harmonious designs which our play foretells. Our bodies move towards channels yet to be carved, playgrounds yet to be built, but they are a hopeful knowing within us, of how we want to be with each other.

It feels like Australia is starting to send a grumble up through the meridians of the new age conscious community around the planet.

Makes sense that we're going to activate the base from Down Under and also call each other on our bullshit. What better mob could be assigned the role to keep the bastards honest as everyone becomes a light worker!?!

I sincerely respect this bunch of larrikins causing a fuss and not shying away from developing their own modalities. Shining the light on any holier than thou behaviour, but also, I hope, sticking together as a rugged bunch of misfits, who might actually just hack together a beautiful frankenstein that can link heaven and earth.