Thursday, 23 September 2010

Move - Change - New

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Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Friday, 17 September 2010

What I found out today. o186


Many years ago I was listening to a great man giving a lecture about project management. He was brilliant at using very vivid examples and making it sound so much more cool than it actually was. Then he was talking about Cristopus Columbus and his project to travel to India. That project failed yet the question was a project a failure and after all if Columbus was a failure.
I often wonder about projects. About projects in life, in our moments and in dreams. After all - where is that line?! I wonder how often do we seek for something that we desire without noticing what is there to be discovered?!


When we seek to discover the best in others, we somehow bring out the best in ourselves.
~ W. A. Ward




P.S.

Monday, 6 September 2010

What I found out today. o185



Yesterday it was the 27th day of Ramadan. It's Night of Power and "o
ne common belief is that angels will shower down the peace and blessings of God on all who remain awake during this “Night of Power"."
The power of now, the power of today. It only about freedom and being true to yourself.


Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.

~ John Keats "Bright Star"

Saturday, 4 September 2010

Thursday, 2 September 2010

What I found out today. o183



Today I am learning about karma sutra and dreaming with your eyes open. About verbs without action and acoustic midnights. About inner snow and proportions.

First comes the sound
then the blow

they didn't feel the bullet

neither did I


свободнo



Fere libenter homines id quod volunt credunt
[Men readily believe what they want to believe.]
~
Julius Caesar



Wednesday, 1 September 2010

What I found out today. o182



How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

~ Alexander Pope "Eloisa to Abelard"




A PRETENSE TO ONE
Renee Cohen



I am not every woman.
I am not every man.

You may well be fooled
if you think you know who I am -
for I am - and I am not -
fixed,
neither in the veil nor behind it
neither in one mask or another
neither in one mirror or one water
neither in self nor in other.

I do not have face nor security.
My visibility is hungry -
for recognition
for food
for voice...

"& you won't get the job if you touch the students:
that's simply not allowed"

Hospital birthing, too, offers no touching support.

We live in a time when one is libel
for touching others.

Retreating into invisibility is the master's
preference for his slaves.

Touching evokes feelings, becomes a shared breath...

How can I hear what you are saying!
How can I say what I don't know!

Love is generative, touching,
feeling, caring,
not commanding, not complacence,
not nonchalant, often not sophisticated,
not alone, not frantic, not bland...

My barriers are up against the "every"
something or another.
My questions lie half way between
pretend & genuine.
My pain is complex - the prison
not entirely of my own making.

I have no shield
no salvation
no second nature
no God
no leader to follow
no assurances that I might not be
phony sometimes
times when I'm not kind
times when I'm not gentle
times when I'm not encouraging

times when You really don't care...
times when You don't touch another...anywhere

Bring me back to the words
wrap me in them gently
enrapture me in your love of words
& I'll know that my worth is beyond
the price of a carved mask
beyond the wit it takes to play
another game of hide-&-seek
beyond anything smooth.

Though I play - I am not therefore phony
only spontaneously silly.

I know no last things that I might want...

I like to play, to stir the watery image,
to sing songs that grow their own
wings though I have none -
I pretend to be
no angel...
What phoniness comes
about
comes of not accepting
the mingling of self & other
a pretense to one.