A quote from DH Lawrence in relation to what Lost is really about: We cannot bear connection. That is our malady. We must break away, and be isolate. We call that being free, being individual. Beyond a certain point, which we have reached, it is suicide. Perhaps we have chosen suicide. Well and good. The Apocalypse too chose suicide, with subsequent self-glorification… my individualism is really an illusion. I am a part of the great whole, and I can never escape. But I can deny my connections, break them, and become a fragment. Then I am wretched. via What the …
It has become a standard practice for me now to make a slam poem from the words of opening or closing circles, as a way to reflect to a group something of it’s wholeness. These poems are completely improvised, using the words of the participants as material. There is a lot of reincorporation of people’s words in these poems which makes for a lovely reminder when I read it out and participants shift their awareness around the circle A poem I wrote at the end of the Open Space for Transition Nelson. One of our participants brought her two chickens …
Been too busy to read the feed lately, but here’s some stuff: Dave Snowdon argues for data over information. whiskey river posts a little something that Dave might therefore appreciate. WFMU shares some really interesting older progressive music sounds. And for your further listening pleasure: Steve Mason – All Come Down from Said the Gramaphone…very nice mellow tune.
My twitter friend Durga pointed me to this article from Euan The Potter.on the Japanese aesthetic concept of “Wabi sabi” Etymologically, “Wabi sabi” is based on the root forms of two adjectives, both of which are generally translated as “Lonely”. “Wabishii” however focuses on the object which is lonely, where as “Sabishii” focuses on the absence which makes the object lonely. The principal of “Wabi sabi” is therefore; Beauty reduced to its simplest form, and that form brought to a peak of focus by its relationship with the space in which it exists. That is to say, the presence …
A poem by Ralph Copleman a longtime Open Space practitioner, posted this week on the OSLILST The Days of Now On the night before Now we all clambored over and greeted each other by the gateway. Now came the first morning. We opened for each other many conversations and passed cups around the shining circle. On the second of Now, I could see a long way in people’s eyes which cleared to let in the light. On the third of Now, everyone started dialing up tomorrows, released laughter and embraced every future Now with braided voices and sweat-slicked arms. Each …