Worlding – Trance-Scripts

I Wake to Your Poem

And I’m in it,

we’re in it,

that’s what this is

this morning, this week

laughing, loving,

quieting our fears

clearing hurt

quivering with pleasures

given and received

preparing for the turning

making way for plenty

and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

All Because of a Couple of Magicians

Twenty-first century subjects of capitalist modernity and whatever postmodern condition lies beyond it have up to Now imagined themselves trapped in the world of imperial science. The world as seen through the telescopes and microscopes parodied by the Empress in Margaret Cavendish’s The Blazing World. That optical illusion became our world-picture or world-scene — our cognitive map — did it not? Globe Theatre projected outward as world-stage became Spaceship Earth, a Whole Earth purchasable through a stock exchange.

Next thing we know, we’re here.

Forms from dreamland awaken into matter.