Scene • People’s Poetry Slam V2
Bonfire
synopsis [09-21-19]
The People do their thing, then Joe. Joe's ode to the boxes isn't received well, the people don't trust the boxes, they leave. Great Kahuna throws box on fire. Burning box, message for Joe.
Joe hasn't gotten close to a box lately because for reasons unknown to him, they've been taking them to remote places and burning them. He doesn't really think too much about this, until they burn one in front of him.
Arborealists
synopsis [09-21-19]
I think this already exists, but here's the current interpretation. Joe is teaching the future people oral history. When the time comes, he will become a wandering warrior monk, moving amongst the People spreading the oral history as an innoculation against Clique forgettery enhancement. See Joe's comments on oral vs written history below.
While riding the Road River, Joe reaches into the future and inspires The People to assimilate a oral history, in this case Lena to write and memorize the Arborealist poem. She perhaps imagines this is coming to her naturally, her own creation.
This coincides with her cutting branches for a bonfire poetry slam, one which Joe himself might participate in, far in the future. She also hears him reciting boxes, floating down from the heavens, and the transmission is so compelling she trips over an imagined box.
03-12-19 (around 1:00 am)
Uncle Joe, "Why oral history? Because when remember by writing, everybody wants to play with the meaning. When you remember by speaking, people want to play with feelings. There might be a little less meaning, but what's there doesn't get scrambled."
03-12-19
Uncle Joe on oral history, (after waking up).
"People always want to play, to mess around, that's what we all are, players. Playfulness can help how we remember, from grandmomma to momma to baby daughter.
When remembering with writing, meaning gets scrambled. Since the words are fixed on the page, the only thing to play with is what they might mean, so everybody is constantly reinterpreting the meaning and overlaying those words with fashionable agendas. Not only does meaning get scrambled, reinterpreted into oblivion, but now there's even more words written down and it never, ever ends. Written words breed like sexy rabbits.
When remembering by speaking, nobody fucks with meaning because the delivery and performance is where the fun is. People get to play with emotion. You could change the words, sure, but that would cost you points at the People's Poetry Slam. Spoken memory might be less dense with meaning than written memory, but spoken meaning is always high fidelity. Also, people get tired from talking, so eventually they shut up. Spoken words don't reproduce like rabbits.
"Writing is masculine, read the Goddess and the Alphabet. Speaking is feminine, because women talk so much."
Another angle on the People's Poetry Slam. Joe has pulled off the subversion of the Cliques Great Plan, and is now traveling around by bicycle, implementing the rest of this agenda. Along the way, he is composing epic poems to teach to the survivors, and thus innoculate the sleepers from a reassertion of weaponized duality through high fidelity remembering - oral history.
So Christina can be collapsing Quantum Wave forms by revisiting her past, tripping out with flashbacks, but the People's Poetry Slam vignettes are trips to the future, where Joe is a wandering monk or troubador, planting the seeds of oral history and building the people's poetry slam. He is teaching these poems to the People.
Visually, Joe = the road, and the flow of the road is Joe unraveling time, unmaking history. We pass objects scattered along the road. mere crap from the apocalypse or are these objects redolent of what has been, could be? The real story, how the Clique played their game. So while Joe is riding and whipping up poems, we are actually getting visually another story altogether.