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Forget festivals – keep the home fires burning

Last year, bush doof was officially accepted into the hallowed pages of the Macquarie Dictionary. A long-time fixture of Australian festival life and parlance, bush doof has always had that kind of satisfying onomatopoeia that requires no further explanation. You say doof. I say duh.

And while recent chatter has pointed to the rise of the doof and the death of the one-day festival in Australia, there’s something else special in ascendancy. It’s not a festival or a doof. It ain’t no party either. It’s a Burn – and there will come a time when that word will say it all too.

What makes a Burn so different? Well, we could talk about the ten guiding principles that guide it, or the fact that the event is the love child of participants’ collective dreams, efforts and funds.

I could wax Burner lyrical about replacing commerce with a gifting/share economy, or the fact that you need to rely on yourself for all your needs while also knowing there’s a community to catch you too.

Or perhaps it’s because we like to play with fire, seeking expressive freedom by pushing boundaries and finding release from burning an Effigy and a Temple.

But in the end it is all of these things + more: that extra dash of something indefinable and unpredictable that happens when we throw it all into the mix, add YOU and just press go.

So what is Burning Seed, you ask? Repeat after me: It’s a Burn, baby, Burn!

Welcome home.