April 18, 2014
Opening Night: Honeybeelujah! on Broadway
We open most of our campaigns in Times Square. The 1st Amendment our permit. Started yesterday with the “Breaking into Public Space.” Savitri had dressed Sister Dragonfly in the queen bee’s royal finery, gold hooped skirt, nectar-colored high collar and a bee hive crown. The Queen cried: “IF YOU KILL ME, WE ALL DIE!”
We chose the army recruiting station as our backdrop, because the RoBoBee project was started by the notorious DARPA Pentagon researchers, who want to replicate flora and fauna, turning nature into an ecosystem of robots that surveil or bomb, Robo-everything, Drone World, a Philip K. Dick thriller --- brought to you by the ultimate American corporation.
The RoBoBee inventors now get their money from the National Science Foundation, or from Monsanto probably, but we wanted to bring the point home that there are people who see the bee as de-mystifiable. But the Honey Bee secrets of navigation and organization should remain a secret beyond us. An animal for our faith, not our army. And children - THE CLOSER WE GET TO REPLICATING NATURE THE CLOSER WE ARE TO BEING KILLED BY NATURE. Isn’t it obvious? There must be a good reasion for this…
The tourists – the quintessential consumers – stood there listening for the most part, with half smiles on their faces. Parents let their kids hear our apocalyptic politics. We said – replacing the Honey Bee is impossible. Praying and singing the praises to the miracle of this animal – WE CAN DO THAT RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!
And so I don’t know if they joined in, precisely. I know that we started a campaign last night that will take us to the end of our lives. The queen bee wailed, as we broke into our new song “I got apocalypse fatigue, my honey bee and me, where’s my home hive gone? Where’s my sweet, sweet tree? A thousand flowers touching me, they know I know the queen, they touch the hive through me. They see my tree in a dream.”