What does the earth want? What does the earth shelter? Does the earth know how fallen it is? Does the earth know its sunkenness?
What words would the earth say? What would it whisper to us? Would it speak of its pain? Of the things lain on top of it? Of the things crushing it? Of Organisational Management’s towers? Of Organisational Management’s campus? Of Organisational Management’s pavement?
The earth stays in its hiddenness. The earth reveals nothing but its hiddenness. Its concealedess.
The absent earth? The present-in-absence earth. The hidden-in-light earth. The sinking-back-into-darkness earth. The falling-into-forgetting earth. It will not be revealed. It will not come to the light.
What kinds of words are the earth’s? A rumbling beneath words. A echoing through them. A doubling up, like dub.
This heaviness. This pressure of earth. Its density.
Its secret. Its hiddenness. Its retreat. This is what Organisational Management doesn’t know. It’s what Organisational Management can’t command. Can’t organise or manage.
The shifting earth – horrible, exquisite.
The earth cannot be harmonised. Or synchronised. Cannot be tamed. Cannot be dominated.
The oldest words belong to the earth. The oldest unwords. The undoing of words, before there were any words.
The boulder clay is the earth that will cause the towers to topple. That will overwhelm the Organisational Management world. The Newcastle earth is what will do it. And if not this earth, then a golem made from this earth. Like, zombies made with clay, with only one thing on their mind: destruction of Organisational Management.
Does mud ever really do stuff? Does it really struggle against the world? Is there really a rift beneath this campus? Is there a subterranean struggle? A secret polemics of earth and world?
A river of mud. A sea of mud, with its own currents. That isn’t just crushed by the buildings above. That pushes back. That struggles, in its own way. That doesn’t just take it all lying down.
Only sludge can save us now, right? Rebellious sludge. Rising-against-the-technoworld sludge.
Work in Progress 