18/10/20

I’ve just watched The trial of the Chicago 8, and am left feeling simultaniously fired up and deflated. It’s always the same when I’m watching films like this, or after reading books, articles etc. I wish I’d been born in the 60’s, in America- I don’t think the movement was as massive here although I may be so wrong about that. I always associate the 60’s, counter revolution etc to have happened firstly and foremost in the USA. I know that there is still the same momentum now, I know that to simply say I wish I was born in the 60’s is a cop-out, I know that all I bloody need to do to get me moving is spend a day doing some research, spend a day doing the reading, doing some reading, and then making some contacts, writing some emails, reaching out. This film has put a fire under me, it really has and this will be the week where I begin doing those things. There’s definitely a sense of defeatism about my inaction, and a sense of weary apathy, and then once that starts a practise of beating myself up. No more. That dream that I have, of being able to do something which matters, of being a part of the things which I perceive as being important, which are important- lol I do still understand how important they are- is still alive. I think I need to ensure that I watch more films like this, keep chasing the things I know will fire me up.

Short article here, I may come back to it later but right now that’s all I got.