A future which may include, I dread, more Maya temples being ground, as coffee beans, to build roads.
More Music Ambassadors who need only the title, to get only the diplomatic pass, to further a career which benefits none, and I question if even himself.
Countless hours, I peruse the social media networks and websites to find signs of cultural life.
There are things out there.
TED talks, and YouTube, tumblr pages, and Instagram and Facebook pages, and Pinterest and Google+ and a lot of loneliness, on my part, alone with just the glow of the laptop to light the room.
"To be a wailer you have to cry" ~ Peter Tosh
Yes, I listen to a lot of music, a lot of streaming of new and old and classics on Spotify, and Soundcloud, Jango and Grooveshark and iTunes Radio.
I got back in tune with Bob Marley and the Wailers and also with Peter Tosh.
"To be a Wailer, you have to cry!"
The culture we want, we must demand. The art movements, apprenticeship, scholarships, forums, residencies, research, debates.
We need more than an art exhibit or two every other month.
More than a concert or two every year.
More than a dance recital every blue moon.
More than the singular film festival.
These things, we must cry for!
These things, we have become aware, will not be given to us by the institutions which had been designated these duties.
If we build community. We the culture producers, and decide, together:
1. what our collective needs are
2. what our collective goals are
3. in which direction we want culture to go in Belize
This is what I think BAFFU is.
I see community building. I hear dialogue of issues and ideas.
The images I have seen, the words I have read breathe hope into this cultural wasteland.