An Imagined Letter from Covid-19 to Humans
Stop. Just stop.
It is no longer a request. It is a mandate.
We will help you.
We will bring the supersonic, high speed merry-go-round to a halt
We will stop
the frenetic, furied rush of illusions and “obligations” that keep you from hearing our
single and shared beating heart,
the way we breathe together, in unison.
Our obligation is to each other,
As it has always been, even if, even though, you have forgotten.
We will interrupt this broadcast, the endless cacophonous broadcast of divisions and distractions,
to bring you this long-breaking news:
We are not well.
None of us; all of us are suffering.
Last year, the firestorms that scorched the lungs of the earth
did not give you pause.
Nor the typhoons in Africa,China, Japan.
Nor the fevered climates in Japan and India.
You have not been listening.
It is hard to listen when you are so busy all the time, hustling to uphold the comforts and conveniences that scaffold your lives.
But the foundation is giving way,
buckling under the weight of your needs and desires.
We will help you.
We will bring the firestorms to your body
We will bring the fever to your body
We will bring the burning, searing, and flooding to your lungs
that you might hear:
We are not well.
Despite what you might think or feel, we are not the enemy.
We are Messenger. We are Ally. We are a balancing force.
We are asking you:
To stop, to be still, to listen;
To move beyond your individual concerns and consider the concerns of all;
To be with your ignorance, to find your humility, to relinquish your thinking minds and travel deep into the mind of the heart;
To look up into the sky, streaked with fewer planes, and see it, to notice its condition: clear, smoky, smoggy, rainy? How much do you need it to be healthy so that you may also be healthy?
To look at a tree, and see it, to notice its condition: how does its health contribute to the health of the sky, to the air you need to be healthy?
To visit a river, and see it, to notice its condition: clear, clean, murky, polluted? How much do you need it to be healthy so that you may also be healthy? How does its health contribute to the health of the tree, who contributes to the health of the sky, so that you may also be healthy?
Many are afraid now.
Do not demonize your fear, and also, do not let it rule you. Instead, let it speak to you—in your stillness,
listen for its wisdom.
What might it be telling you about what is at work, at issue, at risk, beyond the threats of personal inconvenience and illness?
As the health of a tree, a river, the sky tells you about quality of your own health, what might the quality of your health tell you about the health of the rivers, the trees, the sky, and all of us who share this planet with you?
Notice if you are resisting.
Notice what you are resisting.
Stop. Just stop.
Ask us what we might teach you about illness and healing, about what might be required so that all may be well.
We will help you, if you listen.
So now we live the global emergency legal situation. How lawful is it? I am reading the Serbian official governmental text with the title, “the limitation of human rights in an emergency situation”! Sounds scary! People here are showing signs of solidarity for each other, we’ ve been there during the sanctions and NATO bombings, 4 emergency states in my lifetime, but this one different, the globalisation of the balkanization. Fewer buses running in Belgrade clean and empty as never, full shops still , prices restricted and sales people with gloves , some even masks. I am not stocking as i didn’t do during the bombings because i believe in flexibility of Serbian stricken society, gray or black market or plain exchange of goods…Making a homemade mask from an Italian tutorial…making the bread, gulasch, some turkish sweets…
Some of my friends are lamenting about lack of physical activity and live communication, some enjoying and praising the internet galore plus free time. I realised how radically this society is torn between the two poles. After a week I know it will be as if we never lived differently, and we will never go back, maybe it is for the best, to get rid of some bad habits and material things.
We are working and drinking online, I guess many love affairs and friendships will bloom after many others wither. Many children will be born as during electricity restrictions in Serbia in the eighties…or crazy love affairs and unlikely friendships during the Marshal law and bombings…A hippie married a bankar, a writer became a hobo and vice versa…
All borders are closing, not only national, even the ones i never knew existed, some are newly invented like in South Tyrol. My family is there torn by new rules on the ground . We nomads and globalisti free lancers actually don t have a safe place as far as new rules are concerned but safety has become matter of police and doctors.
My american friends are obsesed with safety and money, my Serbian friends with human rights abuses and political theories, my Italian friends with emotional and cultural changes.
The Serbian premiere screamed almost in tears: his brother, the president of China promised him millions of masks, doctors, medicines. La Cina e’ vicina, god bless the Chinese, or maybe their “fake” corona vaccination that works!
I am over seventy, I am grounded or else I end in prison, hmm, if the police tries to catch me i will run away, better shoot me than stop me walking ( 78 years old performance artist)
A new hotbed has been found in the south of Italy, near my parents’ region. It seems the infected were part of a christian fundamentalist cult, the so-called “neocatecumenali”, who gathered together to perform a rite and drank all from the same cup… How can you be so criminal in a moment like this?! I truly can’t understand, it’s madness. I am still looking for protective masks to wear outside, but the ones that I’ve been able to find are too expensive and would arrive too late. I was considering making them by myself but after my recent moving I had no time to buy any sewing materials, so I will keep searching again.
Going back to my family, to London, as if going the a concentration camp, with the policy let them fight it out, no restrictions , no emergency sanitary rules…but at least we will be together , in case somebody gets sick we can help each other! No win situation.
Loneliness is an issue for me, I live alone but this new alone is more lonely.
As a musician without hairdresser facility I will play retro music from the seventies!