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presented by Version 1.0, at Bay 20, Carriageworks, March 2012.

In the beginning, there was coal. And from the coal came fire, and from the fire came heat, and from the heat came steam, and from the steam came power, and from the power came politicians, and from the politicians came privileges. And it was the privileges that made some people jealous, and scheming when they forgot from whence their wealth had come, and they wanted more. And so there came to be a gulf between the capital and the wisdom of its worth.

Meanwhile the true value of the wealth – the community surrounding it – lay almost forgotten; just as the coal had for thousands of years, used sparingly, and with respect; for when the coal was gone, there would be no more. And the gaining of more capital became a value in and of itself, and lo, it became known as Capitalism, and no privilege was out of reach for one willing to tread the unscrupulous paths of legal ambiguity in pursuit of economic advantage over others.

And with the coal and capitalism came trains and town-halls, both in their way purposed to ease the transaction of wealth away from the communities that had brought it, or to bring the money back in, and the wealth and coal ran along literal lines drawn in steel rails radiating across the land. And slowly but surely, the wealth became free, and it was the free market, and the wealth traveled more quickly and freely than any human ever could. And the people began to serve the wealth at any cost, because the gaining of more capital became a value in and of itself, and lo, it became known as Capitalism, and no privilege was out of reach for one willing to tread the unscrupulous paths of legal ambiguity in pursuit of economic advantage over others.

But no-one was ever free from the tyranny of wealth, no matter how much they could gain, they were always its servant, and their behaviour became erratic, like an addict, creating false logic to justify such things as looking-the-other-way or greasing-the-wheels-of-fortune. And wealth was King, so it seemed quite natural that some should have more than others, that privilege became right, and once this shift had taken place, anyone with privilege could make their own rules, and lo, it became known as The Free Market, with wealth and power as an all-consuming caterpillar, chewing away at the life of our communities with the promise that one day it might metamorphose into a gorgeous butterfly. A butterfly that never came, because the caterpillar grew fat and comfortable and rich and lazy, so any promise of a transformation was ill-made, for it was easier to just continue eating than share the wealth.

And the wealth still rode free between the town halls and glass towers, while the people paid their railway fares each day, and the rails ran quick like the blood of a nation, and some of this wealth flowed into Redfern, along the tracks into a place the people began to know as Bay Twenty, Carriageworks, a place where all the railways once began, a place still connected with the life-blood network of a country still in discovery of itself. And this awakening began to see the futility of wealth and power as a means to feed itself, and began to question such a thing, and tell stories, so that the community might ask itself “Where is all this headed?” Questions that exposed the pointless hypocrisy of a world so driven by growth it had forgotten what a joy it was to laugh without cynicism.

Because despite the Free Market’s many advocates, it was clear that the mere acquisition of wealth and power was not a plan, it had no inherent value other than to perpetuate itself at the expense of others. This was why it was so successful at fooling the brokers of privilege and opportunity into thinking they served a greater purpose – the butterfly that would never come – despite the many failings of this Capitalism, they held fast to a blind religious faith they were on the right track, for if they weren’t, how could they justify such dabbling at the waters of moral and legal ambiguity in order to maintain their hard-won privilege?

The Table of Knowledge, performed at Bay Twenty, Carriageworks, March 2012 – gently probing and elucidating the cause and effect of capitalism-in-microcosm, it’s case-study the darkly absurd and hilarious tale of the developer and the mayor and the Minister for High-Falutin and Kickbacks. Something that could only happen in a town like Wollongong (or any other rail-linked council Town Hall willing to turn a blind-eye). It’s Capitalism, it’s having your Kebab and eating it too, and unless we can stop the caterpillar from eating and let that cocoon make it’s metamorphosis- we might just die; fat, lazy but with a grin of self-satisfaction on our collective vainglorious gob.

“if ignorance is bliss then wipe the smile off my face” – Zack del a Rocha


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