A Red Thread: My Journey Through The Rites of Uncivilization 2011

photo by Bridget McKenzie

All this was a long time ago, I remember, 
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.
~ T. S. Eliot, The Journey of the Magi

What follows is a very personal and in many ways quite abstract response to being at Uncivilization this year. It strikes a very different note to other reactions that I’ve read, but then this year I felt myself walking an often solitary path that had much to do with finding myself in odd places outside the general flow of events for purposes that I don’t yet or fully understand – if indeed there is anything to understand. Given more time I would have doubtless written otherwise and possibly even managed some jokes, but wanted to catch the flavour of the experience before life sweeps it onward, as is its wont.

Four basic things will happen in a ritual, if it’s a good one. Continue reading “A Red Thread: My Journey Through The Rites of Uncivilization 2011”