Conspiracy, disorder, theories… anything but a plan.

There is much we don’t know about COVID 19, and understandable confusion about the pandemic. We’re all looking for ways to learn, to help and to share what we think we know. When there is such a hyper-saturation of available information we tend to drown in the noise.

Viral videos like ‘Plandemic’ spread disinformation; biased, agenda-driven theories based in opinion rather than on data. Disinformation can cause people to behave in dangerously harmful ways to themselves and to others.

As the video spreads, so has there been a spreading analysis of it. Some notable examples include Sara Fischer’s media insights

At dusk I saw the pugilist
Tape its hands once it
Had cracked its knuckles
Pulling on gloves before
Inhaling the sun
Smearing a bruise
Across the sky to disguise
A fleet footed step in
With haymaker windup
Landing howitzer punches
In flurries
Uppercuts by score
Jabs that shook the forest
Even proud dogs cowered
Under day beds and damp boards
The fighter brawled itself til just before dawn
Then expired in an
Exhausting spittle that tells
All who care to hear
Of immanent returns

  • for John Cantlie

The man you knew
No more
Has found his nothingness
A comfort
Among the rocks
Along the edged boundaries
The knife
Severing friendships
A pistol-whipped truth
Blank expression
Slightly stuttered
In a cracked tooth
Absent faith
Resolute in lacking
The faintest Doppler of hope
As the owl calls prayer
From it’s Elder mosque
In the feint
Of morning’s quiet
I ponder
What has become of you

Clouds tussle
Cornering sharply at the
Bend of cow grass
She smokes language
Until it embers and falls useless
Against her chambray sheath
Our blades are cracked
Brittle and loose in the bolsters
Yet they cut at the saplings
Just as sure as papa’s beard
We sing the old hymns
To pace our swings
She faces our lot
From a veranda rocker
Watching a cinema of forlorn memories
Lighting another sentence ablaze
As the mosquitos
Find the still evening
To their liking
Her chair now empty in
Withering light
We scuff against our tools
And vanish
Without moving

Our pain…

Purveyors of information

Paid informants

Public servants

Complicit commodification engines

With their lone wolves

Their senseless acts

Inexplicable unexplained violence

He was a good kid

A quiet man

Kept to himself

No discernible connection

To any identifiable cause

Even the most radical hack

Cannot bring the headline

To connect the racist act

With the racist leadership

They dance and shimmy

Below the fold allusions

Our only tepid clue

If the entirety of elected


Petitioning my donations

My votes

My trust

And scribbling hacks

Proscribing my choices

My values

My trust

Don’t stamp their blooded thumb

On justice

Don’t call the tyrant

By his name

I can only send them

My hopes and prayers

This was originally written as anecdotal research oriented toward curriculum goals for Affinity-Space, using a conversational approach to explore personal connections with mind-body activity as a means of discovery into play-based learning.

Still Playing: Inspiring Inquiry

There are myriad methods of learning. One doesn’t rise above the others. The more we can combine methods in novel and adaptive ways the more we benefit. Play is instrumental in learning because it creates bonds between seeing, thinking, feeling and doing. My story, the one being told here, is about skateboarding and its relationship to the learning path which led to the full…

Many people think that the words on Rene Magritte’s famous painting are also it’s title. The image itself tells us: This is not a pipe. Yet the actual title reveals one of art’s great bits of misdirection, compelling thought, even criticism — Les Trahisons Des Images — the treachery of images.

But what of the treachery of language? How do the choices we make in our use of words— lazy or intentional — influence and shape what Guy Debord refers to as The Society of The Spectacle?

“The misuse of language induces evil in the soul.” — Socrates

What I…

“I wonder if ‘democracies’ are made up entirely of people who ‘think for themselves’ in the sense of going around with blank minds which they imagine they could fill with their own thoughts if need be.” — Thomas Merton

There was another protest, though a gathering is more apt a name for what went down. It was just the other day, a week or so ago. I was curious what might have changed in the year since I was gone. This night was meant to be a rally of sorts, on the steps of city hall. No marching — no…

I know nothing save for what I feel in my gut as I watch events unfold around me thousands of miles from my home in languages I do not speak. So I make images and reflect upon the words they inspire.

© E.Matthies 2017

This photo I have shown before. I made it early this summer in Spain, during a time of great anticipation. The terror of Las Ramblas was fresh in everyone’s hearts, the commonality of finding strength against evil contrasted with the looming referendum to separate Cataluña from Spain — then an event more than one month away.

What does it…

“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.” — Samuel Beckett

©E.Matthies 2017

While spending the past few months in Spain (with detours to France and Portugal), I have been focusing my reading, writing and conversations on the intersection of culture and community and the successes and failures of social media within the commons. With a big nod to the essays in “No Culture, No Europe”, here then are some related thoughts on events triggered by Catalonia.

Eric John Matthies

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