Act 2: FlamesContinue reading “Playlist Notes: Novas 5.1: Alleys That We Run Through Act 2”
It is an alternate 1984. Two forces are fighting for control of the Western world. A shadowy Company armed with mind-altering artificial intelligence, and an underground network of musicians: the Novas.
This story takes place between Acts 1 and 2 of Novas 2 .
Act 1: EmbersContinue reading “Playlist Notes: Novas 5.2: Alleys That We Run Through Act 1”
The orchestra sits again, though the curtain has not yet risen.
It is an alternate 1979 to 1985. A spacecraft is exploding. A singer and a soldier are running. A shadowy Company plays a game with human pieces.
Act 1: RunningContinue reading “Playlist Notes: Novas 5.1: Up To An Ivory Tower”
Just because Devin Townsend’s new album dropped and though I’ve never been a metal fan I really love this single and video. It seems appropriate.Continue reading “A Brief Station Break”
Today is seven days since 15 March, one of the worst days in New Zealand history.
50 innocent people are dead, 27 are still in hospital, one man is in custody pending trial, military-style assault weapons are now illegal in this country, and there is a metres-deep carpet of flowers and teddy bears and ‘We are terribly sorry your family members got murdered at Muslim prayers by a white supremacist terrorist’ cards along the wall by Christchurch City’s Botanic Gardens, between the hospital and museum.
The cards and signs are handmade and heartfelt. As was the horror and grief that gripped all our hearts, and still does. A city of 400,000 is not so big that an act of unthinkable evil done to 100 people (and streamed live on Facebook, because this is 2019, in the dark timeline) can leave many untouched.
Women wore headscarfs and the Muslim call to prayer was broadcast live on New Zealand radio and TV as a gesture of hospitality and respect, both of which will no doubt offend many of my right wing Christian (soon to be former) friends. But you know what else offends me? Neo-Nazi mass murderers do. And also all the words, stacked up since the Crusades but amplified since 2001 and then plunged into overdrive since 2016, which made this atrocity thinkable to someone.
Something utterly terrible has happened in this city. Something so awful that the mind fails to grip it, keeps sliding past. Yet there seems to be the birth of something new. For the first time, we seem to be seeing our Muslim neighbours in New Zealand as human beings.
I hope this strange new discovery of love continues. And becomes an ongoing conversation about the wall of difficulty and prejudice and sometimes genocidal hatred that immigrants (and women, and the poor, and others) face in this country. And that we can brick by brick start to take it down, and build something more worthy of our humanity.