I didn’t go because a) I thought it was on tomorrow, because the Audio ones are on Sundays and b) because I was working in a non-collective, heartily for-profit shop all day. I hope other people went though. Everyone should go because of this word equation:
People interested in good things + the Exchange meetings = good things happening in the Exchange.
Literally as simple as that. Still full of hope about this thing. Anyway, seeing as I missed it, here’s a poem by Simon Armitage called ‘It Ain’t What You Do It’s What It Does To You’.
I have not bummed across America
with only a dollar to spare, one pair
of busted Levi’s and a bowie knife.
I have lived with thieves in Manchester.
I have not padded through the Taj Mahal,
barefoot, listening to the space between
each footfall picking up and putting down
its print against the marble floor. But I
skimmed flat stones across Black Moss on a day
so still I could hear each set of ripples
as they crossed. I felt each stone’s inertia
spend itself against the water; then sink.
I have not toyed with a parachute cord
while perched on the lip of a light-aircraft;
but I held the wobbly head of a boy
at the day centre, and stroked his fat hands.
And I guess that the tightness in the throat
and the tiny cascading sensation
somewhere inside us are both part of that
sense of something else. That feeling, I mean.