In our million-mile frequent flyer meetings, Adrian Flack was the one person I looked up to as being “THE” courageous tough guy who was capable of fantastic juggling acts: from wiring an enormous tower in the City with phone cables to advocating for a progressive social cause and live in remote and primitive places like Papua New Guinea (to install the country’s telephone and communications system) and explain to me, step by step, how a cell phone works or how a television signal is captured and will turn into an image resolution, etc.
Adrian was the epitome of LOVE!!!! I mean, seriously, there ISN’T ONE single person here today who wasn’t LOVED by him and LOVED HIM in return. And that IS, after all, the very core, the very content of life and living, is it not???
“Imagination dead . Imagine.” A voice comes to one in the dark” (Samuel Beckett).
Encapsulated by this society of ours, which divides and stereotypes human beings into categories and pigeonholes people as this, that and the other, Adrian managed to escape them all. I mean, the stereotypes. He was the constant gardener, the forever blossoming tree, the eternal warrior and, of course he was that indescribable “something else”.
Humans are not telephone cables or fiber optic signals….but Mr. Flack’s mission here was fully accomplished because communicating was what HE was all about. He made a point of UNIFYING people and improving their communications, and this is years after dropping the profession of phone wizardry. Adrian invented other social forums, though connecting people ( a BT cliché, sorry) was the core of his journey.
Yes, he was the ultimate union between the arts and crafts, because he understood what it is like to be misunderstood and to be stereotyped. He also understood how important it is to make those (who are weakened by attacks on their personalities because of “profiling”), how important it was to “beat it” and teach, teach until the walls are broken.
It was brought up in the world of Samuel Beckett, the world’s most important playwright. I’m aware that many of you here today, don’t know who he was, and this really does not matter. What matters, however, is that in this ‘Beckettian Theatre’ world I was brought up in, the notion of wasteland of “nothingness and lessness”, is a constant motto. And in this environment, a stereotype can turn around and become “one tiny glimmer of hope” which Adrian always turned into a FULL SCOPE of hope itself.
ADRIAN, you gave me hope and inspired me and inspired so many people who knew you. I AM, and always will be so incredibly grateful for having known you, you and our immense charisma, your enormous drive and love so contagious, so amazingly contagious that I wrote “BOOK” (the video –film) for you – and you so brilliantly read it, narrated it so well, beyond description. Book is about love. The ultimate form of love.
In Waiting for Godot, two vagabonds meet “by the tree in the desert” to try and resolve the unsolvable riddles of life. Of course they never do, and, of course, Godot never comes. But what makes them survive the hurdle and the idea of salvation, is the idea of hope and the lucidity that our time on earth (or on the sand) is limited and defined by what we make of our experiences.
If Adrian was ANY ONE thing, he was the “ultimate unifier”, the “ultimate peacemaker and, in the world today that is a rare thing. Rare, very rare. Adrian was the one who shared and
helped and guided people in directions they had never dreamed of going. Adrian Flack and Samuel Beckett had something in common. They laughed at tragedy and looked out onto the dark side of comedy.
After so many quicklong chats at my flat, I remember so distinctly when he said goodbye to me “sorry, got to go and take care of things” and walked down the stairs….His walk, his lovely bald head and soft spoken manner immediately prompted me to write him an email calling him “the angel who came to visit me”.
His favourite catchphrase “it doesn’t take too much of a brain to realize that….” when the two of us ranted on and on about our likes and dislikes of this “progressively moronic” society of ours. Adrian, You wanted to CURE the world and so did I. I’ll carry on our mission of making this a more bearable place by…entertaining people through my theater or through my “arts and darts” and so on. We would always laugh when we’d go into the critical territory of the critics: “Everyone is always “judging”, aren’t they?” He’d say to me. “what right to they have?” I would answer with a nervous laughter , followed by our mutual silence, after which he’d say “thank God I’m not in the public eye”. Adrian was not under the media’s scrutiny but under a far worse and more personal one. And he’d beat it with a smile.
You know? In some religions death is not
understood as something finite. Quite the contrary. Funnily enough, Adrian always portrayed himself to me an entrepeneur and a telecommunications expert or, to put it simply: a man who knew how the phone /dash / satellite /dash / android technology existed and how it could be applied and modified into and to human terms and conditions.
Death, in my understanding is, if anything, a transitional “stage”. If you think, Adrian, that it’s over, let me tell you a secret: Up there, where you are now, there is no telephone system installed yet. You HAVE A LOT OF WORK AHEAD OF YOU! There ain’t no telephone system in heaven yet (that I’m aware of) so…get to work!
Perhaps the Holy Ghost or Holy Spirit will have a ball with you, dance the night away with you, rock and roll with you into the bright darkness of this immense void.
Perhaps we will meet again by that tree, in the desert, with the two vagabonds and, who knows? Godot may just make a quick appearance.
We will all be meeting again. All of us in this double cream’a’torium as we have before – as happens to be this cycle of the eternal return. Meantime, please prepare a nice looking and comfortable den for all of us here, Adrian, for when our time is up – for when these bodies of ours get tired of all the daily pain of living and surviving the clichés and unnecessary insults.
Adrian my love, one tries to make sense of it all but only God – the indivisible, invisible and untouchable God can explain or justify the paradox and conundrum we are in.
Please allow me to quote Samuel Beckett (for the last time, I promise) and Adrian Flack again because it is all so weird, absurd and inexplicable and “it doesn’t take too much of a brain to realize that this passage here on earth is only ACT 1 of an absurd play which leaves the audiences and participants alike in a state of mesmeric puzzlement.
Adrian, my dearest and forever Adrian:
Please go to that desert and tell those two vagabonds to leave the premises at once, after all , Godot, God-Hope, has finally appeared. A phone in one hand, a concrete book on philosophy in the other and a dream of understanding (rolling like a football at your feet), Adrian… you will make a quick appearence in the desert by the tree because, well, because YOU ARE Godot, God-Hope. Hope.
We’ll miss you like… Oh man! Will we miss you!
Love you man.
Good Bless you heart, Adrian.
May 2, 2011