Musing today I wondered about the identity of cultures. Some cultures are healing, caring; some are full of commerce, and buy and sell all the time; some cultures make war; some cultures make beauty, and poetry and song.
What identifies desolate/delight culture? Maybe sometimes we do all of these energetic activities, then there is a transformation and we energize differently? What makes some form trans form? Why do we change and when? Why do we resist changing? Are we afraid? What do we need to learn to change without resistance?
The answers are in my experience....how to know my experience without avoiding what is unfamiliar?
What is subconscious gossip about change? What is my neurosis when something new is rising up to the consciousness?
What are the forms in a culture that support beauty? Or perhaps what allows beauty to emerge in conflict? What songs do we sing to heal? What do we sell that creates peace? Merging in and out of states of knowing.
When do I feel relaxed and whole? What is my kinesthetic delight?
When does impulse obscure knowing, avoid being? When do I repress impulse? When do I follow?
How long does it take to evolve? Now the questions are circling around the disciplines of the warrior-artist-in-training. This image from the Shambhala teachings....the Y-WAIT notion. The artist in a culture explores these questions. The artist never averts her eyes. The artist keeps the gaze, the watchers, the audience in her awareness, making a clear offering of her passion, aggression, her ignorance without self-consciousness. The artist makes beauty and surrenders it to any buyer, offers it to any struggle, sings it to any dying person, animal, plant, body of water, mountain....sings to the sun.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Comments from December Third Studioshowing
Here's the place to make any comments about our studioshowing on December Third. Particularly what images stood out, what was unusual, what was confusing....and then any other observations, comments, questions. Thanks for visiting!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
I have an observation that actually arose from last semester's (spring) work with Aunts. It has occurred to me to divide the performance work we have been creating into two groups--work that fits into the category of "images" and work that fits into the category of "scenes".
The way I define an "image" is this: movement, tableau, sound, etc that has the quality of presenting unchanging information.
I define a "scene" as: movement, tableau, sound, etc that has the quality of presenting a series of substantially different pieces of information, moods or actions.
These are tentative definitions and are open to revision. In our work I've noticed both of these categories and it has been interesting to watch how I respond as an audience member. In both cases the aspect of "time" seems to be unrelated... an "image" can last for ten minutes and a "scene" can take place in thirty seconds.
An example of what I mean by an image-Aunt: BD's Laughing Butcher Bird. This Aunt had three main elements of shuffling feet, laughing on the floor and the jungle soundscape. At the time of the performers falling to ground the first time, the audience had basically received the "information" of the Aunt, and what came after was a repetition of the same event [which was, of course, delightful!].
An example of a scene-Aunt: EL's Grooming Two. In this Aunt I observe three significantly distinct phases--the partner grooming, the couple interacting with the groomers and finally the groomers dragging their partners toward the upstage corner.
Please observe that these categories are not absolute. Even within an "image", change occurs and within a "scene" we find moments of images. Maybe we can look at these definitions as ends of a continuum with a lot of room for overlapping.
My sense is that these definitions may be useful in our process of setting and structuring material--setting lengths of time, deciding which Aunts go next to other Aunts and being clear on the information we are offering to our audiences.
Please feel free to respond with your own opinions and insights as my ideas are just budding and would appreciate the company of more well-informed flowers, like yourselves.
The way I define an "image" is this: movement, tableau, sound, etc that has the quality of presenting unchanging information.
I define a "scene" as: movement, tableau, sound, etc that has the quality of presenting a series of substantially different pieces of information, moods or actions.
These are tentative definitions and are open to revision. In our work I've noticed both of these categories and it has been interesting to watch how I respond as an audience member. In both cases the aspect of "time" seems to be unrelated... an "image" can last for ten minutes and a "scene" can take place in thirty seconds.
An example of what I mean by an image-Aunt: BD's Laughing Butcher Bird. This Aunt had three main elements of shuffling feet, laughing on the floor and the jungle soundscape. At the time of the performers falling to ground the first time, the audience had basically received the "information" of the Aunt, and what came after was a repetition of the same event [which was, of course, delightful!].
An example of a scene-Aunt: EL's Grooming Two. In this Aunt I observe three significantly distinct phases--the partner grooming, the couple interacting with the groomers and finally the groomers dragging their partners toward the upstage corner.
Please observe that these categories are not absolute. Even within an "image", change occurs and within a "scene" we find moments of images. Maybe we can look at these definitions as ends of a continuum with a lot of room for overlapping.
My sense is that these definitions may be useful in our process of setting and structuring material--setting lengths of time, deciding which Aunts go next to other Aunts and being clear on the information we are offering to our audiences.
Please feel free to respond with your own opinions and insights as my ideas are just budding and would appreciate the company of more well-informed flowers, like yourselves.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
aspects of Change
I found this pie chart on google images when I typed the word change. I like to do that, type one word in and see what comes up. Tonight, after I got home from our brunch, our gathering to reflect on and talk about what is happening in our culture, I got afraid. Full of fear...which Is a red flag for me, so I thought about why I am feeling fearful, I think it is about moving forward change, the inevitablity of change, and what that means, as we evolve as a culture...how do we keep the preciousness our what we have started with...it reminds of me of the feelings of sadness for material that has been left behind...how real that is, how true it is that we are forging ahead...so I saw this chart...and the title of it is "aspects of change" there is people, which I think would be each of us individually, then there is the culture which is our group and the processes of this journey we are on as a group and as a whole.
There may be fear, but I am a Y.W.A.I.T--Young Warrior Artist In Training...and if I can just keep going forward and being present and telling the truth of where I am, I believe that it will be ok. The progression of our culture, the huge leaps it feels like we take, the integrity can still live in that, with a lil bit of trust and fearlessness. That being said I exhale a sigh of relief and gratitude for the time we are spending together. I am very grateful to be a part of this culture.
thank you all for the lovely nourishing
Laurie
Saturday, November 17, 2007
already taste......talk and I....right tongued
What will the bread pudding taste like tomorrow?
Will I make it to the bread pudding and quiche?
Will it go like I think it will go.?
(me in the car, following the lefts and rights..clip,,clip..entering the place.pressing the code..tada! being there. Like I am here pressing the keys and like I was there , kissing my hand , laying on the stump...)
And you all
(will you be there wearing colors?..bringing quiche and vegtables...?will we talk all together with excitement and will we talk into the deeps? will the bounderies soften like they sometimes do?)
.........Something .
I am responding to the discussion about words in the space--I inhabit space--talk and sing and fly and feel into the space in a brave way .I fight a little struggle..(.grrr..ruff! ) and a few tears...(living is so sad.and CONTRADICTORY!)..then I can rest and be and listen and RELATE THEN I CAN MOVE IN AN HONEST WAY. It is luxurious to go through this clumbsy HUMAN PROCESS.(.messy ...discursive) and including and inviting it AS the art. I think this happens when I sit to meditate too. AND half the time I want SO much space and silence.......so I can FEEL the illiopsoas or right part of my TONGUE...And (now I remember that dumb beings can uncover enlightenment the same as smart ones and silly people and mean ones too). OH there is RoOm for All Of uS. Because all of us IS.
(this is what I am thinking -- with - out a lot of formalism. It's Saturday night after all)
What about december third. could we offer cider?
we could pour it DIRECTLY INTO THeiR HANDS! (thumbs and all!)
that would save some trees.
ha!
LOvE,
Will I make it to the bread pudding and quiche?
Will it go like I think it will go.?
(me in the car, following the lefts and rights..clip,,clip..entering the place.pressing the code..tada! being there. Like I am here pressing the keys and like I was there , kissing my hand , laying on the stump...)
And you all
(will you be there wearing colors?..bringing quiche and vegtables...?will we talk all together with excitement and will we talk into the deeps? will the bounderies soften like they sometimes do?)
.........Something .
I am responding to the discussion about words in the space--I inhabit space--talk and sing and fly and feel into the space in a brave way .I fight a little struggle..(.grrr..ruff! ) and a few tears...(living is so sad.and CONTRADICTORY!)..then I can rest and be and listen and RELATE THEN I CAN MOVE IN AN HONEST WAY. It is luxurious to go through this clumbsy HUMAN PROCESS.(.messy ...discursive) and including and inviting it AS the art. I think this happens when I sit to meditate too. AND half the time I want SO much space and silence.......so I can FEEL the illiopsoas or right part of my TONGUE...And (now I remember that dumb beings can uncover enlightenment the same as smart ones and silly people and mean ones too). OH there is RoOm for All Of uS. Because all of us IS.
(this is what I am thinking -- with - out a lot of formalism. It's Saturday night after all)
What about december third. could we offer cider?
we could pour it DIRECTLY INTO THeiR HANDS! (thumbs and all!)
that would save some trees.
ha!
LOvE,
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Delight
Last Monday we took such delight in creating AUNTS....one after another, they emerged from space; the space in our minds and the space in the room. These carry-overs of images delight me. The return of Cara talking about 'wholesome' and being asked by Damaris to put on the green bonnet and old fashioned dress (I know that was from before), the request of the monologue about 'garbage and compost and recycling', and of course, our signature mythology, geese on their backs. This is the organism weaving and creating patterns.
Since our culture is being created to make performances, and we have the 'gaze' in the room now regularly, yet the infamous December Third Evening with maybe 30 people including the Director of the MFA Program in the room is different. What is the difference? Does the arrival of a more traditional audience stimulate our culture to a new level of presentation?
Can we cobble together both new AUNTS and returning AUNTS and still keep our minds-hearts open to something that has yet to appear?
Can we begin to call in other elements like lighting? Someone wanted to change the lights this past Monday....it's the first time that impulse arose. We have some props....the basket of stones, the 3-legged stool, and some costumes, the green bonnet and old fashioned dress. We have the boom box and some sound environments.
Our 'deSoLAtE/deLiGHt' project is getting defining features!
Since our culture is being created to make performances, and we have the 'gaze' in the room now regularly, yet the infamous December Third Evening with maybe 30 people including the Director of the MFA Program in the room is different. What is the difference? Does the arrival of a more traditional audience stimulate our culture to a new level of presentation?
Can we cobble together both new AUNTS and returning AUNTS and still keep our minds-hearts open to something that has yet to appear?
Can we begin to call in other elements like lighting? Someone wanted to change the lights this past Monday....it's the first time that impulse arose. We have some props....the basket of stones, the 3-legged stool, and some costumes, the green bonnet and old fashioned dress. We have the boom box and some sound environments.
Our 'deSoLAtE/deLiGHt' project is getting defining features!
Thursday, November 8, 2007
“Commenting"
I have been very interested in the reoccurring question in improv of how we as performers deal with text in space. Is text truly an element that can possibly be part of a natural hierarchy (where elements arise to the forefront as they are needed, and do not dictate the focus)? more on natural hierarchy For example, during our solo quad work there will be four people up, doing solos, specifically choosing not to take influence from each other, and it seems that we can keep those solos discrete even with a soundscape playing. However, as soon as spoken text is introduced, it permeates the space, and it is quite challenging not to be influenced by it. Yet there are times when text seems to support the space, the improv, the unity of the whole, and other times that it seems to be distracting or uncentered. I believe somehow this has to do with “commenting”. Just as movement choices can be commenting on a situation, and not actually in it, or as Miriam suggested, can be a “cop-out” of the form, I believe that sometimes text can be used that way too.
Intrigued by our discussions of recycling of materials and sustainability in our art making, I came across the following sentence from a Zero Waste Site, “Instead of managing wastes, we will manage resources and strive to eliminate waste”.
Perhaps sometimes with our use of text there is a feeling of “wastefulness” that comes about? How can we be as conscious (without being self conscious) about our text? In the same way we think about speed, duration, influence, imitation, or color, texture and variation on a theme with movement?
Intrigued by our discussions of recycling of materials and sustainability in our art making, I came across the following sentence from a Zero Waste Site, “Instead of managing wastes, we will manage resources and strive to eliminate waste”.
Perhaps sometimes with our use of text there is a feeling of “wastefulness” that comes about? How can we be as conscious (without being self conscious) about our text? In the same way we think about speed, duration, influence, imitation, or color, texture and variation on a theme with movement?
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
We have a website!
The idea is that archival information and research documents related to the project will be hosted at www.desolatedelight.bravehost.com!
Thursday, November 1, 2007
'Talking' together about this World
So much has happened. Our first wonderful supper together around the fire, and our conversation/salon about 'sustainability'. The field of our knowing is wider for all this! I crave these deeper conversations together.
And then this Monday Evening we began another conversation.....Damaris created an AUNT from Cara's talk the week before. This is a kind of development of the 'system'. Our world talks together. We listen to one another and answer through the process of creating AUNTS. We build upon what we experience. We use everything that we experience in the Monday Evenings as inspiration. We re-use. We recycle.
We don't throw anything away. And also we let go of what needs to be let go. Is this a contradiction? Suzuki Roshi in 'Zen Mind, Beginner's MInd' talks about pulling mind weeds and then burying them next to the best of plants. Letting the garbage transform into black gold. We let go of what blocks the flow....and we use these blocks as images, events, AUNTS, musings, rants......
How do we start shaping AUNTS in the foreground with an AUNT in the background? I want to have a long AUNT, slow and in another time with many events beginning and ending around it, in front of it, behind it.
We have some recurring props (the stones in a basket, the 'musing ' chair) and costumes (the bonnet and the dress). Where to they reside? Are they always present in the space?
And what about our basket of AUNTs already offered?
And then this Monday Evening we began another conversation.....Damaris created an AUNT from Cara's talk the week before. This is a kind of development of the 'system'. Our world talks together. We listen to one another and answer through the process of creating AUNTS. We build upon what we experience. We use everything that we experience in the Monday Evenings as inspiration. We re-use. We recycle.
We don't throw anything away. And also we let go of what needs to be let go. Is this a contradiction? Suzuki Roshi in 'Zen Mind, Beginner's MInd' talks about pulling mind weeds and then burying them next to the best of plants. Letting the garbage transform into black gold. We let go of what blocks the flow....and we use these blocks as images, events, AUNTS, musings, rants......
How do we start shaping AUNTS in the foreground with an AUNT in the background? I want to have a long AUNT, slow and in another time with many events beginning and ending around it, in front of it, behind it.
We have some recurring props (the stones in a basket, the 'musing ' chair) and costumes (the bonnet and the dress). Where to they reside? Are they always present in the space?
And what about our basket of AUNTs already offered?
Thursday, October 25, 2007
evolution
Hi. this is my first blog too . .
I am thinking about this question of how / when / why do we evolve?
Did we evolve in the old days for survival reasons? or just by simple chance? over what span of time? generations?
Maybe if I developed a too long thigh bone, this is what enabled me to run far, catch fast food . .?
I've heard that we evolved sweat glands, and that actually made room for our voice box which enabled us to develop sound and language . . . was there a reason for this? what was / is driving this reason?
I guess my question is, in this consciousness that we potentially have, what is our purpose?
to catch better food? to survive the blistering heat? to be able to find water?
Is there an underlying survival agenda driving us?
Drive? desire? agenda? imperative? what could lead us where?
If not survival, then . .
Bliss? Disolution? No differentiation? Complete integration of individual and whole?
utter - fill - ment?
How do we choose? decide? what shall we do then?
ah, the great matter.
to be aware, and yet, to follow
and also, I note that when we are playing up there on stage, there are about a hundred evolutions every minute -- if we slow down enough to notice them . . we are creating language all the time - with a gesture of the chin raising up or a snicker to the side . . when do we just speed pass all these tiny accidents of creation . . when do we follow them and let them be the seeds of our language? our evolution? with no pre-determined goal? or the goal of creating a culture?
evolve: to unroll, derive, educe, develop, work out, to produce by natural evolutionary processes, emit
evolution: a process of change in a certain direction: unfolding, the action or instance of forming or giving something off: emission, a process of continuous change from a lower, simpler, or worse to a higher , more complex, or better state: growth, a process in which the whole universe is a progression of interrelated phenomena . . .
I am thinking about this question of how / when / why do we evolve?
Did we evolve in the old days for survival reasons? or just by simple chance? over what span of time? generations?
Maybe if I developed a too long thigh bone, this is what enabled me to run far, catch fast food . .?
I've heard that we evolved sweat glands, and that actually made room for our voice box which enabled us to develop sound and language . . . was there a reason for this? what was / is driving this reason?
I guess my question is, in this consciousness that we potentially have, what is our purpose?
to catch better food? to survive the blistering heat? to be able to find water?
Is there an underlying survival agenda driving us?
Drive? desire? agenda? imperative? what could lead us where?
If not survival, then . .
Bliss? Disolution? No differentiation? Complete integration of individual and whole?
utter - fill - ment?
How do we choose? decide? what shall we do then?
ah, the great matter.
to be aware, and yet, to follow
and also, I note that when we are playing up there on stage, there are about a hundred evolutions every minute -- if we slow down enough to notice them . . we are creating language all the time - with a gesture of the chin raising up or a snicker to the side . . when do we just speed pass all these tiny accidents of creation . . when do we follow them and let them be the seeds of our language? our evolution? with no pre-determined goal? or the goal of creating a culture?
evolve: to unroll, derive, educe, develop, work out, to produce by natural evolutionary processes, emit
evolution: a process of change in a certain direction: unfolding, the action or instance of forming or giving something off: emission, a process of continuous change from a lower, simpler, or worse to a higher , more complex, or better state: growth, a process in which the whole universe is a progression of interrelated phenomena . . .
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Culture/community/ensemble--desolate
I am bumping up against this idea of Culture, of a community, of an ensemble. All three different things yes maybe so and I feel a strong yearning for them, yet wonder the capability or possibility for any to be, truly. Am I holding on to tight to a certain idea of what these three "things" mean to me, also another maybe. I know one thing about it, is that I need a culture, a community, an ensemble to allow me to sustain myself. So I am not doing this all alone. So I dont feel quite so desolate as an artist. This is why I am here in D/D. I need this culture. This community, this ensemble of amazing people to help sustain in this world.
thats all, i think for know
Laurie
What comes first?
I often wonder when we discuss parts of Trungpa Rinpoche's teachings (which are part of the inspiration of d/d), whether there is a developmental order or not. Can we talk about
'thorough relaxation and wholesomeness'
without talking about
'absence of of neurotic mind'
and then before that is creating
'space'. As Rinpoche says
'Before we produce anything at all....' we need space....space which accommodates all...
lots of room, freedom, and wakefulness'.
So when we sit together, then we are making room for each of us to create that kind of inner space. MInd space. Open, present. That leads to sensing the presence of my 'neurotic mind', those deeper uncertainties and anxieties, and touching it and letting it go. Then as I am moving in personal movement practice I cultivate a kinesthesia that is 'thoroughly relaxed and wholesome' but then, I have to not get 'lazy' which is the next one....
'absence of laziness'.
Neurosis makes me feel energized. It's familiar. There is some frontier of experience when I cultivate relaxation....I start to drift. I only know relaxation as the start of flop. So then I have to wake up in the embodied relaxed state....awake, present, just here. What would we create if we could all do this?
'thorough relaxation and wholesomeness'
without talking about
'absence of of neurotic mind'
and then before that is creating
'space'. As Rinpoche says
'Before we produce anything at all....' we need space....space which accommodates all...
lots of room, freedom, and wakefulness'.
So when we sit together, then we are making room for each of us to create that kind of inner space. MInd space. Open, present. That leads to sensing the presence of my 'neurotic mind', those deeper uncertainties and anxieties, and touching it and letting it go. Then as I am moving in personal movement practice I cultivate a kinesthesia that is 'thoroughly relaxed and wholesome' but then, I have to not get 'lazy' which is the next one....
'absence of laziness'.
Neurosis makes me feel energized. It's familiar. There is some frontier of experience when I cultivate relaxation....I start to drift. I only know relaxation as the start of flop. So then I have to wake up in the embodied relaxed state....awake, present, just here. What would we create if we could all do this?
Thursday, October 18, 2007
gratitude for monday night
i finally logged in to the blog...my first blog experience! i so appreciate the openness of the ensemble on monday night as i presented my 'experiment' with breath/movement/energy and flocking. it is such a gift to be a part of an artistic community that welcomes new ideas and offers a safe space to try things, make mistakes, and just explore possibilities. i learned a lot!
i watch the huge ancient Cottonwood tree dance in the sunlight--wind(breath) initates movement, creates an energy of DeLIGHT which reaches me behind the window.
luv, christa
i watch the huge ancient Cottonwood tree dance in the sunlight--wind(breath) initates movement, creates an energy of DeLIGHT which reaches me behind the window.
luv, christa
Friday, October 12, 2007
The original announcement of the project for the Naropa MFA Theater Program
Here's a link to the original announcement for the desolate delight project!
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
After Monday
Two thoughts this morning....first, after all my desire to create an open field of conversation in the 'culture' I'm the one who forgot to tell everyone about the video camera! I am very sorry....no red flag went up when Joan mentioned she was bringing it...it just went right by me and didn't register. Hopefully we can navigate through the bump! And second, we didn't talk about the Desert Quadrants. Except at the end when we moved to the new form including swarming/herding/flocking as part of our opening practice. So help me to remember to include time for those discussions. They are so juicy! Oh, and also I forgot to dedicate our creative energy to the larger field. That's important. Maybe that could become a 'little job'?
Monday, October 8, 2007
i c u
soundscape-birds tell each other about themselves
I see-one red scooter in space motionless, the reflection of the house across the street, a rock about the size of a head perched on the patio.
end
my eyes and more and more my ears are opening to seeing so many AUNTS around. moments in time I stop and notice the beauty of...I notice the performance of...i notice. its about that
D/D is about Noticing for me...its about noticing
l
I see-one red scooter in space motionless, the reflection of the house across the street, a rock about the size of a head perched on the patio.
end
my eyes and more and more my ears are opening to seeing so many AUNTS around. moments in time I stop and notice the beauty of...I notice the performance of...i notice. its about that
D/D is about Noticing for me...its about noticing
l
will the title be yellow ? how can I make it a color?
Hello dds,
I got in.
opened the door and here I am .
read the other postings about
Trungpa Rinpoche and Zen and the sandwhich.
It's me, Katharine.
I read a couple poems in front of people as a part of a new book, "Uncontained...in the margins....garden" with the eco-arts gang on saturday and listened to many while looking up at the great big sycamore at Naropa's Lincoln campus. The poets seem relaxed and wholesome and the day was like that..watching the sun shine up the leaves and get in the eyes of all the poets..They squint but the sun is still in the eyes. I wanted to move around but I stood pretty still and read like the others (a thumb away from the mic) and it was soo fun and inspiring...I love the poets and inspired MYseLF!
Last week dd was hard for me to get out of my previous week of deep silence and sitting and rise to the occasion of the creative buzz of the work...There must be some seperation in my being that takes a while to climb back into the brave world of speech and creative juice...So, listening to the poets and reading myself I started to get the feel back again...Oh this is a voice...this is what we do..talk into the mic or in the street or at the bank or down by the river....By the way there is a wall where people are putting up things they write...at the library..part of the eco-arts wall.
Ok. Now you can all see how I'm getting the swing of the CoLOrs....and the liGht has changed in these few moments it took me to write. It is shining up the keys.
Do we write love?
sure.
alright then.
(I'm looking forward to us in three and a half hours from now.)
love,( love...as oppossed to...brown or black...)
kk
I got in.
opened the door and here I am .
read the other postings about
Trungpa Rinpoche and Zen and the sandwhich.
It's me, Katharine.
I read a couple poems in front of people as a part of a new book, "Uncontained...in the margins....garden" with the eco-arts gang on saturday and listened to many while looking up at the great big sycamore at Naropa's Lincoln campus. The poets seem relaxed and wholesome and the day was like that..watching the sun shine up the leaves and get in the eyes of all the poets..They squint but the sun is still in the eyes. I wanted to move around but I stood pretty still and read like the others (a thumb away from the mic) and it was soo fun and inspiring...I love the poets and inspired MYseLF!
Last week dd was hard for me to get out of my previous week of deep silence and sitting and rise to the occasion of the creative buzz of the work...There must be some seperation in my being that takes a while to climb back into the brave world of speech and creative juice...So, listening to the poets and reading myself I started to get the feel back again...Oh this is a voice...this is what we do..talk into the mic or in the street or at the bank or down by the river....By the way there is a wall where people are putting up things they write...at the library..part of the eco-arts wall.
Ok. Now you can all see how I'm getting the swing of the CoLOrs....and the liGht has changed in these few moments it took me to write. It is shining up the keys.
Do we write love?
sure.
alright then.
(I'm looking forward to us in three and a half hours from now.)
love,( love...as oppossed to...brown or black...)
kk
Delight
Here's the quote from Trumgpa Rinpoche about 'delight'....will also post the one about desolation. This sparked the tille of the project. I'm also so moved by the image of 'artists and unemployed samari' which is the chapter title.
WORK OF ART
What a work of art is all about is a sense of delight. Touch here, touch there, delight. It is an appreciation of things as they are and of what one is -- which produces an enormous spark. Something happens -- clicks -- and the poet writes poems, the painter paints pictures, the musician composes music.
From "Artists and Unemployed Samurai" in THE TEACUP AND THE SKULLCUP: CHOGYAM TRUNGPA ON ZEN AND TANTRA. Page 42.
WORK OF ART
What a work of art is all about is a sense of delight. Touch here, touch there, delight. It is an appreciation of things as they are and of what one is -- which produces an enormous spark. Something happens -- clicks -- and the poet writes poems, the painter paints pictures, the musician composes music.
From "Artists and Unemployed Samurai" in THE TEACUP AND THE SKULLCUP: CHOGYAM TRUNGPA ON ZEN AND TANTRA. Page 42.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
AUNTs in the Kitchen!
I have been checking out the blogging situation for the past couple days yet I have been scared maybe to type my thoughts...Im not sure. So Anyway...It is sunday and I just made dinner...I fixed grilled cheese and tomato soup. I was really excited to eat the grilled cheese but I burnt it. Then once my meal was finished being cooked...I decided well I can just dip my grilled cheese in the soup to drown out the cajun style sandwich. I would say that this was an AUNT....and then it became an AUNT directed when I decide to dip the grilled cheese in my soup, which I totally didnt have on the "menu" before hand! hahaha!!
and now I am gonna eat it to contribute to my sustainability! YES!
much love to all you desolate delighters...its truly an honor and pleasure to be around you.
Laurie aka damaris' roommate
and now I am gonna eat it to contribute to my sustainability! YES!
much love to all you desolate delighters...its truly an honor and pleasure to be around you.
Laurie aka damaris' roommate
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Sign Post
I was just doing the dishes and thinking about how quick and efficient my meals have become... when it occurred to me that AUNTS is fast-food, or I should say, AUNTS is a very contemporary form in that it offers instant gratification, unlike long, belabored choreography rehearsals... and so how perfect that we are combining it with the slow-food feel a of a year-long commitment... and then I wanted to try out the new blog... and then I got soapsuds on the keyboard.
Love,
Miriam
Love,
Miriam
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Thank you Miriam!
Here we go....into the 21st century. Creating the spontaneous compostions....AUNTS...last night was a big step forward. The landscape is getting very large. Let's just stay awake as our 'system' unfolds with this new energy imput!
As for sustainability....keep letting go of subconscious gossip and find that kinesthetic sensation of relaxed and wholesome. and the phrase from CTR is 'space is solid stories'.....sometimes I say 'space is full of stories'.
Warmness and outbreaths!
Barbara
As for sustainability....keep letting go of subconscious gossip and find that kinesthetic sensation of relaxed and wholesome. and the phrase from CTR is 'space is solid stories'.....sometimes I say 'space is full of stories'.
Warmness and outbreaths!
Barbara
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