They were all Gods in my eyes.

Tipua, in this world causal day to day tangata in my life on the domestic plane, but in their minds, where I could’t see, there was Godliness

cosmic water not from here, not from a place I could know, passed down through bloodlines that I was honoured to sense pulsing beneath the kiri of these tohunga, these shamanic homies who i was lucky to halve darts with on porch steps yarning and conjuring new world orders in private, over beer in mugs under camelia trees, in aucklnd

there is just so much fucking shit i could learn about and look at an listen to and “invest in,” or “get behind.”

there is so little time, and the climate and the internet and the economy and the power imbalance and patriarchal, hetronormative, eurocentric power grabs, and big business and big tech and dark money and silicon valley neo-colonising us all over again, but like…the world, like it feels like the land that was confiscated post 1840 and you can see illustrations of that whenua on maps, and in images, where it’s been partitioned off and been chopped up and comodofied and sold off, it’s like that but to US, us as in tangata

the first was the severing of tangata from whenua, now is the severing of tangata from potential

and being….sedated or something, complicit and feeling a sense of powerlessness

but i have never felt it with these god-tangata

my friends the artist mongrels with invisible korowai bound in gold


Some of the Angels in America


The Future, Ideas and Longings

Now it is 2020 and I just got back from New York and am mad inspired by Neri Oxman, the notion and potential of Māori Futurism as a vehicle for what’s possible by way of activating and legitimasing the view points of modern Māori, diversifying the mainstream’s notion about what it is to be Māori, providing rangatahi with more accurate reflections in media about what it is to belong to TODAY, or providing pathways or a platform for them to educate us, the older generation about what that experience is, including the viewpoints of cross-cultur’d urbanites growing up with the dual culture vista’d outlook of the half caste life experience.

More generally

What is our life expectancy?

How do we reconcile with where we are? This position? That position being on the edge of some Rerenga Wairua, about to cross a threshold, jumping off a slice of earth and out into some futurist unknowns. The world of Mass Data Harvesting, the world of seeking to colonise Space, the world of computized and digitised natural organisms, fortified and conjured not by natural process, but by human design.

Fuk. Do we really kno what that means? As a collective, all of us, physical manifestations built from water, bodies. Biomechanics, impulses that form a habitual chain reaction based on patterns of behaviour developed in infancy. Lil electro magnetic members going do this do this do this….

Fuk m8 I dunno if I’m ready ay.