Just picked up a copy today
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Event Scores by Kristen Marie Flores
So as I was going to record my experiences with Yoko's Grapefruit event scores, I decided to create from a few of my own. I let the sporadic happenings or mind drifts in my day become event scores.
#1. Go to a public bathroom, sit inside the stall. Can you make a poem from what is written on the wall?
BOYCOTT
The word boycott was written in hot pink
on the bathroom stall door. I thought it was
clever. BOY COTT. This might be an excellent
recipe to my lovelife. Would I have less
heartache if I just BOY COTT my life?
My life could be simple. I wouldn't
have the same amount of sex, but who
needs sex anyway--all I do is worry about
birth control.
#2. Find out how to say the word rainbow in another language. Tell someone who is sitting next to you.
Rainbow in Spanish: arco iris
Interestingly, Iris is named from the Greek God of the rainbow.
#3. Redo Yoko's Tunafish Sandwich Piece: example (make a different sandwich)
TUNAFISH SANDWICH PIECE
Imagine one thousand suns in the
sky at the same time.
Let them shine for one hour.
Then, let them gradually melt
into the sky.
Make one tunafish sandwich and eat.
1964 Spring
#1. Go to a public bathroom, sit inside the stall. Can you make a poem from what is written on the wall?
BOYCOTT
The word boycott was written in hot pink
on the bathroom stall door. I thought it was
clever. BOY COTT. This might be an excellent
recipe to my lovelife. Would I have less
heartache if I just BOY COTT my life?
My life could be simple. I wouldn't
have the same amount of sex, but who
needs sex anyway--all I do is worry about
birth control.
#2. Find out how to say the word rainbow in another language. Tell someone who is sitting next to you.
Rainbow in Spanish: arco iris
Interestingly, Iris is named from the Greek God of the rainbow.
#3. Redo Yoko's Tunafish Sandwich Piece: example (make a different sandwich)
TUNAFISH SANDWICH PIECE
Imagine one thousand suns in the
sky at the same time.
Let them shine for one hour.
Then, let them gradually melt
into the sky.
Make one tunafish sandwich and eat.
1964 Spring
Wandering in Practice by Kristen Marie Flores
I went to PNCA today to check out the Nina Katchadourian "Sorted Books" show and came across a TBA lecture on Dance & Sculpture. What a coincidence...maybe, that a wander brings me to a discussion on performance art :)
The panel was led by the TBA organizer and had five artists who discussed their work as how sculpture is reflected within their performance piece. One of the artists who attracted me to their work was the choreographer Maria Hassabi. In her show Solo which will be performed this evening, explores how we look a the body as a form in space. She references art history and pop culture within the female posture and uses the frame of the stage and lighting (the sources) as her sculpture. She expressed that it was important for her audience to be able to be connected to the sources, to feel how they are "seeing". I felt this connected to wander through the senses...and using our body to bring awareness into the extension of our gaze. For more info on Hassabi's work: http://www.mariahassabi.com/index.php.
After the lecture, I returned to Nina's show and found her image of What is Art? Close Observation piece to be the most resonating for me...it reminded me of being like a microscope and exploring my senses deeply. And for what...for art? for pleasure? for insight?...
The panel was led by the TBA organizer and had five artists who discussed their work as how sculpture is reflected within their performance piece. One of the artists who attracted me to their work was the choreographer Maria Hassabi. In her show Solo which will be performed this evening, explores how we look a the body as a form in space. She references art history and pop culture within the female posture and uses the frame of the stage and lighting (the sources) as her sculpture. She expressed that it was important for her audience to be able to be connected to the sources, to feel how they are "seeing". I felt this connected to wander through the senses...and using our body to bring awareness into the extension of our gaze. For more info on Hassabi's work: http://www.mariahassabi.com/index.php.
After the lecture, I returned to Nina's show and found her image of What is Art? Close Observation piece to be the most resonating for me...it reminded me of being like a microscope and exploring my senses deeply. And for what...for art? for pleasure? for insight?...
Monday, September 13, 2010
Healing the Wanderer by Kristen Marie Flores
The art of wandering is mostly associated as a walk or journey into an unknown path. My experience as a wanderer was challenged by having poor health and having my wandering reality fulfilled by the universe calling me to the subtleties of bed rest (which I am absolutely horrible at and questioning: How in the world am I going to be able to wander if I am in bed?). Anyhow, I decided eventually that my bed rest was a sign for me to listen and allow myself to heal. I was to be humbled to just rest, surrender to the divine will of the universe, and let the lessons of slowness saturate my mind, body, and spirit.
As I began to surrender my control, I called for healing energy to guide me, and I noticed that a deeper understanding into the world of healing consumed my spirit. I was learning the art of compassion towards myself, which then invokes compassion towards others. One of the most beautiful qualities of surrendering is the call for help and guidance which allowed me to experience the healing light of friends, family, and even strangers. Some of the divine tokens that came along my way were books, crystals, herbs, fresh food, meditation, laughter, massage, mudras, etc. I began to notice the art to healing is a cornucopia of devices which helps bring the wanderer into an inward journey into the unknown. While healing, one gets to discover a very intimate relationship to her/him self. I was able to bring awareness to a new level of sensitivity that I have yet to experience before...like letting myself give into seeing if a mudra could really help my headaches to go away or if meditating with a crystal would help reduce my anxiety while not feeling well. According to my experience, all of the elements I explored helped guide me through some tough times. The trick to healing is allow yourself to surrender to other energies, and to let gratitude pour into your spirit as you become aware of what you do have. When one does not have their health their spirit is one of the first energies to go and it is very important for the wanderer to realize how important it is to have compassion to their mind, body, and spirit as they are being called to wander the nutrition of their soul.
Some of my faves that I wandered across:
My friend gave me the book: Change Your Life Without Getting Out of Bed by SARK
This book was so amazing! I recommend it to all:
Labradorite and Kuan Yin:
Just google the crystal and goddess above for more insight into their guiding energies!
My headache mudra: Mahasirs Mudra (large head mudra) Affirmation: "I have a free, clear, light, and cool head". I meditated with this mudra and it really helped reduced my headache pain! Also, the book is awesome:
And then those friends who bring laughter to your life:
All in all, one of my favorite quotes from my dearest friends said to me, "You always have just what you need." In everyone's wander through life, I send healing light and love to all.
As I began to surrender my control, I called for healing energy to guide me, and I noticed that a deeper understanding into the world of healing consumed my spirit. I was learning the art of compassion towards myself, which then invokes compassion towards others. One of the most beautiful qualities of surrendering is the call for help and guidance which allowed me to experience the healing light of friends, family, and even strangers. Some of the divine tokens that came along my way were books, crystals, herbs, fresh food, meditation, laughter, massage, mudras, etc. I began to notice the art to healing is a cornucopia of devices which helps bring the wanderer into an inward journey into the unknown. While healing, one gets to discover a very intimate relationship to her/him self. I was able to bring awareness to a new level of sensitivity that I have yet to experience before...like letting myself give into seeing if a mudra could really help my headaches to go away or if meditating with a crystal would help reduce my anxiety while not feeling well. According to my experience, all of the elements I explored helped guide me through some tough times. The trick to healing is allow yourself to surrender to other energies, and to let gratitude pour into your spirit as you become aware of what you do have. When one does not have their health their spirit is one of the first energies to go and it is very important for the wanderer to realize how important it is to have compassion to their mind, body, and spirit as they are being called to wander the nutrition of their soul.
Some of my faves that I wandered across:
My friend gave me the book: Change Your Life Without Getting Out of Bed by SARK
This book was so amazing! I recommend it to all:
Labradorite and Kuan Yin:
Just google the crystal and goddess above for more insight into their guiding energies!
My headache mudra: Mahasirs Mudra (large head mudra) Affirmation: "I have a free, clear, light, and cool head". I meditated with this mudra and it really helped reduced my headache pain! Also, the book is awesome:
And then those friends who bring laughter to your life:
All in all, one of my favorite quotes from my dearest friends said to me, "You always have just what you need." In everyone's wander through life, I send healing light and love to all.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Instructional Walk....Walk of the Sacred
*Walk until you find or remember what is sacred to you.*
*Observe the details and patterns that bring you to a sacred space.*
*When you find what could be sacred to you, offer something you find as a token of gratitude.*
*Remember this walk. For as long as you stay grounded in what you consider sacred you will find that is all you will need to know. Enjoy.*
In the spirit of the walk I chose to leave behind electronic and recording devices. I went with the intention to be fully present in my walk when I came across something sacred. My sense of smell and hearing became more attuned as I drank in the visual stimulation of the streets. I slowed down and really absorbed my environment. The sidewalk still wet from the rain, the plants and flowers vibrant. I do feel the foliage to be sacred, but I thought I would stretch myself beyond the ideas of the sacredness of plants and walked farther along.
It began to rain so I ducked into a covered parking lot. The smells were overbearing of car exhaust, garbage and sewage. The pavement was littered with trash and oil stains. I began to walk to a small cluster of trees to stay connected to the tranquil feeling I had been fostering. I turned around the corner when a glint of red on the ground caught my eye. I walked closer, but without expectation, not really searching, my eyes were just wandering. The red became more in focus and the gray around it took form into a lump. As I approached closer now, still heading for the trees, my heart skipped a beat and I inhaled sharply. I just found something very sacred.
The red puddle was fresh and small, the size of a quarter. The blood was pooled around a young birds head. The gray wings were extended up as if in flight, but the body was lying on the ground, dead. The eyes were closed. It must have been minutes ago that this bird took its last breath. Lying in the middle of the parking garage I knew that soon the bird would be run over. I wanted to honor the short life of the bird and scooped it up with a dried maple leaf in both my hands. I carried it over to the few trees and dug a shallow grave with my fingers. I buried the bird and covered him with ceder needles. I looked around for something to offer him in gratitude for showing me the sacredness of death and for the honor of laying him to rest. I found some lavender and feathers and adorned his burial mound. I said a prayer and walked on. Now pondering the cycle of life and death and how quick one turns into the other.
The idea of staying grounded in the sacredness of death for me is to live fully and without fear of death. Maybe that is really all I do need to know. The rest is just a wandering and discovery of the senses.
Blessings,
Narayani
*Observe the details and patterns that bring you to a sacred space.*
*When you find what could be sacred to you, offer something you find as a token of gratitude.*
*Remember this walk. For as long as you stay grounded in what you consider sacred you will find that is all you will need to know. Enjoy.*
In the spirit of the walk I chose to leave behind electronic and recording devices. I went with the intention to be fully present in my walk when I came across something sacred. My sense of smell and hearing became more attuned as I drank in the visual stimulation of the streets. I slowed down and really absorbed my environment. The sidewalk still wet from the rain, the plants and flowers vibrant. I do feel the foliage to be sacred, but I thought I would stretch myself beyond the ideas of the sacredness of plants and walked farther along.
It began to rain so I ducked into a covered parking lot. The smells were overbearing of car exhaust, garbage and sewage. The pavement was littered with trash and oil stains. I began to walk to a small cluster of trees to stay connected to the tranquil feeling I had been fostering. I turned around the corner when a glint of red on the ground caught my eye. I walked closer, but without expectation, not really searching, my eyes were just wandering. The red became more in focus and the gray around it took form into a lump. As I approached closer now, still heading for the trees, my heart skipped a beat and I inhaled sharply. I just found something very sacred.
The red puddle was fresh and small, the size of a quarter. The blood was pooled around a young birds head. The gray wings were extended up as if in flight, but the body was lying on the ground, dead. The eyes were closed. It must have been minutes ago that this bird took its last breath. Lying in the middle of the parking garage I knew that soon the bird would be run over. I wanted to honor the short life of the bird and scooped it up with a dried maple leaf in both my hands. I carried it over to the few trees and dug a shallow grave with my fingers. I buried the bird and covered him with ceder needles. I looked around for something to offer him in gratitude for showing me the sacredness of death and for the honor of laying him to rest. I found some lavender and feathers and adorned his burial mound. I said a prayer and walked on. Now pondering the cycle of life and death and how quick one turns into the other.
The idea of staying grounded in the sacredness of death for me is to live fully and without fear of death. Maybe that is really all I do need to know. The rest is just a wandering and discovery of the senses.
Blessings,
Narayani
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Labor Exchange
Labor Exchange Blog: http://ourlaborexchange.wordpress.com/
Final project by Vanessa Robertson-Rojas
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Wandering through the psyche via shamanic journeys
Reading the first chapter in The Spell of the Sensuous,"The Ecology of Magic" by David Abram inspired me to research more on journeying into other cultures in search of their Shamans.
David speaks of the shaman as a gatekeeper between the human world and his or her village and the non human reality, that is deeply alive and full of consciousness, or spirits.
"The shaman or sorcerer is the exemplary voyager in the intermediate realm between the human and the more-than-human worlds, the primary strategist and negotiator in any dealings with the Others. ...By his constant rituals, trances, ecstasies, and "journeys," he ensures that the relation between human society and the larger society of beings is balanced and reciprocal, and that the village never takes more from the living land than it returns to it-not just materially but with prayers, propitiations, and praise." pg 7.
A simple google search on shamanic journeys brought up a lot of people in our backyard practicing shamanic techniques as alternative therapy, wellness practices, ecopsychology and visual journeys. In the spirit of the reading I dug a bit deeper to look into a different more earth centered culture in the Amazon jungles. I found a great documentary on the Shipibo tribe of Peru and their Shaman who brews a tea, called Ayahuasca, to journey between the worlds.
A few books I found to read more about this topic:
The Cosmic Serpent, DNA and the Origins of Knowledge. by Jeremy Narby
This book is his personal adventure as an anthropologist into the worlds of Ayahauasca
The Way of the Shaman by Michael Harner
The Shaman and the Magician by Nevill Drury
Don Juan, Mescalito and Modern Magic by Nevill Drury
Medicine for the Earth, How to transform personal and environmental toxins by Sandra Ingerman
David speaks of the shaman as a gatekeeper between the human world and his or her village and the non human reality, that is deeply alive and full of consciousness, or spirits.
"The shaman or sorcerer is the exemplary voyager in the intermediate realm between the human and the more-than-human worlds, the primary strategist and negotiator in any dealings with the Others. ...By his constant rituals, trances, ecstasies, and "journeys," he ensures that the relation between human society and the larger society of beings is balanced and reciprocal, and that the village never takes more from the living land than it returns to it-not just materially but with prayers, propitiations, and praise." pg 7.
A simple google search on shamanic journeys brought up a lot of people in our backyard practicing shamanic techniques as alternative therapy, wellness practices, ecopsychology and visual journeys. In the spirit of the reading I dug a bit deeper to look into a different more earth centered culture in the Amazon jungles. I found a great documentary on the Shipibo tribe of Peru and their Shaman who brews a tea, called Ayahuasca, to journey between the worlds.
A few books I found to read more about this topic:
The Cosmic Serpent, DNA and the Origins of Knowledge. by Jeremy Narby
This book is his personal adventure as an anthropologist into the worlds of Ayahauasca
The Way of the Shaman by Michael Harner
The Shaman and the Magician by Nevill Drury
Don Juan, Mescalito and Modern Magic by Nevill Drury
Medicine for the Earth, How to transform personal and environmental toxins by Sandra Ingerman
German artist, Anselm Kiefer
Anselm Kiefer ( b. March 8, 1945)
Much of Kiefer's early work addressed historical events which directly relate to Germany, including the halocaust. An early political action titled "Besetzungen" (Occupations) stands out as a clear and powerful example of Kiefer's dedication to exploring guilt and trauma in Germany as a result of the disturbing actions of the Third Reich.
Kiefer studied with Joseph Bueys in the 70's. Under Bueys' creative influence Kiefer began to employ natural and found materials into his paintings and sculptures which contrasted the gravity of heavy subject matter with the natural fragility of organic material.
Death Fugue
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening
we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night
we drink and we drink
we shovel a grave in the air there you won't lie too cramped
A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes
he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margueritehe writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are all sparkling
he whistles his hounds to come close
he whistles his Jews into rows has them shovel a grave in the ground
he orders us strike up and play for the dance
we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night
we drink and we drink
we shovel a grave in the air there you won't lie too cramped
A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes
he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margueritehe writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are all sparkling
he whistles his hounds to come close
he whistles his Jews into rows has them shovel a grave in the ground
he orders us strike up and play for the dance
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at nightwe drink you at morning and midday we drink you at evening
we drink and we drink
A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes
he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margeurite
your ashen hair Shulamith we shovel a grave in the air there you won't lie too cramped
He shouts jab this earth deeper you lot there you others sing up and play
he grabs for the rod in his belt he swings it his eyes are blue
jab your spades deeper you lot there you others play on for the dancing
we drink and we drink
A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes
he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margeurite
your ashen hair Shulamith we shovel a grave in the air there you won't lie too cramped
He shouts jab this earth deeper you lot there you others sing up and play
he grabs for the rod in his belt he swings it his eyes are blue
jab your spades deeper you lot there you others play on for the dancing
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at midday and morning we drink you at evening
we drink and we drink
a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margeurite
your aschenes Haar Shulamith he plays with his vipers
He shouts play death more sweetly Death is a master from Deutschland
he shouts scrape your strings darker you'll rise then in smoke to the sky
you'll have a grave then in the clouds there you won't lie too cramped
we drink you at midday and morning we drink you at evening
we drink and we drink
a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margeurite
your aschenes Haar Shulamith he plays with his vipers
He shouts play death more sweetly Death is a master from Deutschland
he shouts scrape your strings darker you'll rise then in smoke to the sky
you'll have a grave then in the clouds there you won't lie too cramped
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at midday Death is a master aus Deutschland
we drink you at evening and morning we drink and we drink
this Death is ein Meister aus Deutschland his eye it is blue
he shoots you with shot made of lead shoots you level and true
a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margarete
he looses his hounds on us grants us a grave in the air
he plays with his vipers and daydreams
der Tod is ein Meister aus Deutschland
dein goldenes Haar Margarete
dein aschenes Haar Shulamith
we drink you at midday Death is a master aus Deutschland
we drink you at evening and morning we drink and we drink
this Death is ein Meister aus Deutschland his eye it is blue
he shoots you with shot made of lead shoots you level and true
a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margarete
he looses his hounds on us grants us a grave in the air
he plays with his vipers and daydreams
der Tod is ein Meister aus Deutschland
dein goldenes Haar Margarete
dein aschenes Haar Shulamith
Paul Celan
(Translated by John Felstiner)
Margarete(1981)
Studio in Barjac,France
Operation Sea Lion
Research Project
I just wanted to post an image for my research project: Here are some psychogeographical groups active in the San Francisco SFZERO Collective.
Monday, September 6, 2010
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