:: note :: ... being treacherous in safe places ... this is new ... linking to myself ... creating emotional fire to burn off logic stubble ... a type of landscape/mindscape clearing ... seems to be not very advantageous & must deal with a lot of tearing smoke ... watch the wind & be prepared for damage control ...

- See: Terms

:: note :: ... have spent some time (like most) with social networking, music, picture/share/tag/link/communication sites - MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, Last.fm, Flickr, del.icio.us, Google Groups & all ... have created an Avatar & spent minimal time in virtual realities ... rarely chat via IM ... have assorted RSS Readers ... have subscriptions to forums, make occasional comments & email ... spend quite some time blogging ... all of this due to curiosity & it seems to maintain a webimprint w[e]btr[pl]ace or webp[resence]ersona ... it has not created a large social network nor contact (thank goodness)... after years now still unable to articulate fully why do it ... of all the writing here @ if is the most fun & fruitful ... not that it communicates to anyone but writing to myself has been stimulating ... even the html/css/underthehood learning has been rewarding ... the time serves to loop back towards enriching the recording of self reflection ... two of my fav bloggers danah boyd & Dina Mehta have written much exploring the why and implications ... so continue I will with interest, energy, enthusiasm, abated excitement and abandon ...

- See: Social Networking

For a brief instant
at days end
the dancingness spoke quietly to the singingness
The theater
will always fade
I'm resigned
I'm resigned to
being memory
An actor with the gentle voice
whispered the harshest words
from the mask
as she courted
playingness
We left
with two empty hands
out of which
beauty revolved
as delicate as palms
centring the universe of the heart
You may no longer hold anything
not the twilight story
flute fading into the silent voice of your
peers and colleagues who had sung
in your circle
You are gone
All action will dissolve into
the living pulse
I'm pensive
Once more
will an old actor reciting alone
through empty space
text written by ancient forgotten players
wandering aimlessly
the lost landscape of shadow night
echoing out ...
O listener
share the mystery without turning away
let the time between us all
strip away false hopes
into the brilliant light
before the breath
exposes the fragile illusion which
so delicately flickers aura
forever again
forever again

- See: Poetry

:: note :: ... a workshop ends with quiet dignity ... am in awe of the theater workers .. many thanks ...

Dancing Freely

A light
spring
in air
is like
a tiny determined
spider
scurrying
exposed
across the green carpet of dream
weaving silk web patterns
traces of stories
some deep, some delicately etched invisibly
strand by strand forever
seeding
imaginative pulses
of play and longing

- See: Poetry

:: note :: ... day three of a workshop ... beautiful work

"I love this exhibition. It shows how juxtaposition and instinct and a freewheeling approach can make for curatorial brilliance, when passion rather than cold logic fires the selection. "I experimented with sounds that make the listener feel loved," said Wilson of Pet Sounds. That is how this show makes you feel."(guadian unlimited arts| Still waters run deep)

- See: Image

:: note :: ... the principle instinct & passion practised with diligence & imagination takes work & transforms the work into play opening into an intelligence of feeling ... that's what I think ... accessing instinct & passion requires a complex bundle of energy, excitement, enthusiasm with precise impulse following associations & abandon ... it demands being treacherous in safe places ...

- See: Image

:: note :: ... biking down back alleys came across this graffiti ... the bizzare thing is this post broke the last seven posts which will be fixed tomorrow ... i hope ...

Listening To Bones Deep Inside

In the heart
a noble
heron
stands
the wind
bites
into harsh eyes
tightening ancient tools
a
sharp slap
the world
hears echoing
silence
still
holding
breath
quietly releasing
rip
rap
a complex movement
after
a
focused
gesture

(apologies to Listening To Mountains From Behind Iron Bars | SUMMER 07: Huang Xiang)

- See: Poetry

:: note :: ... one of my favourite activities is to find great writing and use the structure to activate my own imagination ...

"My job onstage is to be as open as possible, to weave the show without a script as it comes, and this leaves me very emotionally available and vulnerable, if an audience chooses to abuse that trust."(American Repertory Theatre Blog |A Night To Remember | Video of Disrupted performance)

- See: Theater

:: note :: ...a powerful statement of being onstage ... open & vulnerable ... trust in the audience when broken is a huge betrayal ...