Liquid Nation
Liquid Nation
Liquid Nation is a piece about the current state of the US and the feelings of an artist and teacher to take responsibility for the past and to lead the way in terms of encouragement, strength, leadership, and meliorism. It relates to the famous I have a dream speech by Martin Luther King, Jr., the narrator stating that she dreams with Martin.
I dream with Martin
I look around and I see blue skies. The same blue skies that shelter the great continents of the Earth, of our Earth. I live in the shadow of the greatness that is our planet and our galaxy, the awareness of which is owed to the great thinkers of humanity, those who dared to look up and wonder, those who stood their ground and dared to voice something that was not readily accepted, their voices a long call to freedom, from a place so deep within the soul of humanity, that it is hardly discernable from thunder.
I wonder myself, what is our future, when I consider our collective past, for the history of the human race is my history, and I hold myself accountable for all its mysteries, and all its tragedies. I long to think of myself as a citizen of the world, Socrates heart echoing a message distilled through the voices of his students and finally reaching me. I am an artist, a teacher, a leader, a person with influence beyond what I would like to consider in my conscious mind, but sometimes I am all too aware of this fact.
I carry the world on my back, my students burning brightly in effigy, their minds a tribute to the face of human history, reflect that which is within me, that which is our collective history. I hope that they will not repeat the mistakes of man, but will leave this fire to die out and walk across the ashen battlefields planting seeds of hope for a world community, for a world family.
I dream with Martin, that the content of their character will be more important than the cultural currency we now rely on with irony. I dream that we will no longer see ourselves as a part of a great nation, but that we will let die that which no longer functions and leave to grow the seeds which our children now plant, allowing space for their insight and their hopes and dreams. I hope to let go of my own faults, to be a leader when they are unsure, when they need to know that there is someone who will stand with them in solidarity, no matter what the cost to myself or to our society. I see our future, their future, the future, and it exists in a galaxy that we cannot even see.
I look around and I see blue skies. The same blue skies that shelter the great continents of the Earth, of our Earth. I live in the shadow of the greatness that is our planet and our galaxy, the awareness of which is owed to the great thinkers of humanity, those who dared to look up and wonder, those who stood their ground and dared to voice something that was not readily accepted, their voices a long call to freedom, from a place so deep within the soul of humanity, that it is hardly discernable from thunder.
I wonder myself, what is our future, when I consider our collective past, for the history of the human race is my history, and I hold myself accountable for all its mysteries, and all its tragedies. I long to think of myself as a citizen of the world, Socrates heart echoing a message distilled through the voices of his students and finally reaching me. I am an artist, a teacher, a leader, a person with influence beyond what I would like to consider in my conscious mind, but sometimes I am all too aware of this fact.
I carry the world on my back, my students burning brightly in effigy, their minds a tribute to the face of human history, reflect that which is within me, that which is our collective history. I hope that they will not repeat the mistakes of man, but will leave this fire to die out and walk across the ashen battlefields planting seeds of hope for a world community, for a world family.
I dream with Martin, that the content of their character will be more important than the cultural currency we now rely on with irony. I dream that we will no longer see ourselves as a part of a great nation, but that we will let die that which no longer functions and leave to grow the seeds which our children now plant, allowing space for their insight and their hopes and dreams. I hope to let go of my own faults, to be a leader when they are unsure, when they need to know that there is someone who will stand with them in solidarity, no matter what the cost to myself or to our society. I see our future, their future, the future, and it exists in a galaxy that we cannot even see.
