Wednesday 2nd November 2011
DAMN. I’d been intending to take a day off, but am too pre-occupied.
Too swift the dance of this revolving sphere,
More nimble than our steps can heed or tread;
This merry caper under moonlight clear
Doth beckon warming sun: Rise from thy bed!
No idea where that came from: bad case of logorrhoea; better make an appointment to see somebody; but whom? Must go spend a night in a tent on the West Courtyard of St Paul’s.
What we are witnessing is the beginning of the end of the hegemony of banks, media, lawyers, churches and politicians. Unless they start donning their wellies, they’ll be left floundering in a squidgy mud. Fortunately for them, occupiers are a forgiving bunch.
Each morning volunteers clean the cathedral steps. They are not paid to do this. It’s a relatively new idea called ‘taking personal responsibility’. It also makes them feel good.
Each day working groups and General Assemblies are crafting a process that makes previous paradigms obsolete. The language of institutions – with their insistence on the belligerent ‘strategies’, ‘aims’, ‘missions’ and ‘targets’ (all set down, would you believe, in ‘bullet points’) – is being quietly replaced with words like ‘assent’, ‘feeling’ and ‘consensus’.
Every minute of every day, people in camps across the world are living together, working things out together and sharing resources. To dismiss these truths as ‘hippy bullshit’ is to turn a blind ear to the morality of this tale.
As a banner at Occupy London explains, “No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it.” Dig out Hegel, dear reader.
There is a subtle shift in the global axis happening here. Process is already overtaking what was first misinterpreted as protest.
They started out as camps, but will soon become settlements: places where seeds are planted in the good earth, where the hearth of the camp-fire becomes the heart of the community, and where differences are not seen as difficulties but end in peaceful settlements.