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HAVE A GREAT SUMMER!
Monday, 30 April 2007
... we are free! ...
On Friday 27th April 07, we built a wall ... we broke it down ... we freed the prisoner inside ... we danced .. oh how we danced! thanks again to: Andy, Bill, Blue, Danny, Peter, Sten, Nick, Nicholas, the Capoeristas, Mr.Rob the DJ ... for the fine music and vibes, and Kate and Jess for reading... and each and everyone for the participation! .. We don't just spectate, we create!
HAVE A GREAT SUMMER!
HAVE A GREAT SUMMER!
Thursday, 26 April 2007
Look Ahead
Do not look back with shame, nor look up with arrogance, nor look around for blame. Just look ahead with dignity.
Walls
Walls create and arise from attachment
built around ourselves until we believe we cannot be free.
They come in stages. one broken down only to reveal another built around it
When will we be free?
Strength comes from the understanding that this will come. An ancient understanding drawn from the depths of our evolution. We Search.
Seek to know more.
Be humbled by the knowledge that we are existing as we always have been and always shall be. We are.
This knowledge cannot be contained, it has no barriers. Through an understanding that we know nothing we cannot build walls, we can only exist. we are not living in time or place only in moments, each moment setting free as soon as it exists and being replaced by the next.
Sometimes my walls appear unexpectedly.
Moments of freedom suddenly being boxed in,
bound,
entrapped,
dragged down, unrelenting and forced by fear and worry.
A continuous cycle of joy only to be thrown back into negativity, confinement.
My walls come from thinking
Actions carried out as opposed to freely flowing with life.
I'm sitting in a place where there are no walls, no confines, a great expanse of nature, rolling and flowing with perfect harmony. Yet i have been amongst this with doubt.
Gone inside my head.
i've missed so much beauty by looking inwards, focusing on my fears and worries instead of simply being.
3 Days of inner turmoil and confusion, when i have been travelling through and existing in places where these hold no importance.
Let go.
I have let go.
A freezing dip into an icy pool released my minds grip over my body and i connected back with the earth, felt the sun warm my frozen skin and was released.
Through thinking about my walls and prisons i have created one.
Through looking for freedom i built a fence around myself.
I now sit beside a river, continually moving in its jolly babble. my thoughts flow with the current, uncontained and free.
i can feel my toes, growing colder as the sun dips behind a cloud, the solid rock beneath them existing as it always has done.
I am humbled.
I am free.
built around ourselves until we believe we cannot be free.
They come in stages. one broken down only to reveal another built around it
When will we be free?
Strength comes from the understanding that this will come. An ancient understanding drawn from the depths of our evolution. We Search.
Seek to know more.
Be humbled by the knowledge that we are existing as we always have been and always shall be. We are.
This knowledge cannot be contained, it has no barriers. Through an understanding that we know nothing we cannot build walls, we can only exist. we are not living in time or place only in moments, each moment setting free as soon as it exists and being replaced by the next.
Sometimes my walls appear unexpectedly.
Moments of freedom suddenly being boxed in,
bound,
entrapped,
dragged down, unrelenting and forced by fear and worry.
A continuous cycle of joy only to be thrown back into negativity, confinement.
My walls come from thinking
Actions carried out as opposed to freely flowing with life.
I'm sitting in a place where there are no walls, no confines, a great expanse of nature, rolling and flowing with perfect harmony. Yet i have been amongst this with doubt.
Gone inside my head.
i've missed so much beauty by looking inwards, focusing on my fears and worries instead of simply being.
3 Days of inner turmoil and confusion, when i have been travelling through and existing in places where these hold no importance.
Let go.
I have let go.
A freezing dip into an icy pool released my minds grip over my body and i connected back with the earth, felt the sun warm my frozen skin and was released.
Through thinking about my walls and prisons i have created one.
Through looking for freedom i built a fence around myself.
I now sit beside a river, continually moving in its jolly babble. my thoughts flow with the current, uncontained and free.
i can feel my toes, growing colder as the sun dips behind a cloud, the solid rock beneath them existing as it always has done.
I am humbled.
I am free.
Tuesday, 24 April 2007
This Friday , 27th April ... liberation!
... once again the time has come ...
Hey People!...
What do you think about this poster? ... it was said that the last one was rubbish, I agree, what about this one?
Hey People!...
What do you think about this poster? ... it was said that the last one was rubbish, I agree, what about this one?
Monday, 23 April 2007
Wednesday, 18 April 2007
Tuesday Wall Thoughts
I was unable to attend the group yesterday.
I was stuck on the outside.
In a strange place, with a Hermit.
We played a game. Collaborative Spontaneous Writing.
Try it yourselves!
I was stuck on the outside.
In a strange place, with a Hermit.
We played a game. Collaborative Spontaneous Writing.
Try it yourselves!
Thursday, 12 April 2007
Tuesday Workshop 10th April 07
On Tuesday, as usual we met in the Hall.
A wall was built... the Architect was talked about but was she/he ever found?
Babylon and Lucifer where present (as always)...
The sound of music rang out... if I learned one thing .. it was.. "we always follow the beat"
Fun and joy filled the room... the sweet taste of collaboration?
A wall was built... the Architect was talked about but was she/he ever found?
Babylon and Lucifer where present (as always)...
The sound of music rang out... if I learned one thing .. it was.. "we always follow the beat"
Fun and joy filled the room... the sweet taste of collaboration?
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| workshop photos - the wall? |
Wednesday, 11 April 2007
Dawn under utopia - indana Simonde
The dream weaver
Catcher and enveloper of mine all,
I arouse might in thine heart,
From my hearth and mantle to the never ending quest,
Deceit and decrepit abode, fear is my staple but not for the gentlest of tresses
And nor for insomnia would I trade one night in your arms for the world
Should I wake from this dream, forgive me,
For I am but yours to own,
In one subtle form to another, sweet disguise
I beguile you and see only fire in the realm of dire consequence
Fall for my charm and believe in eternity
For the love I hold is as unending in the warm embers of the forever
As the one who holds the truth of my all
Apologetics to thyne Arcanum
Hand and foot, I discarded amid a torrent of unrelenting vehemence my shackles,
No longer to be a slave to a forgotten ideal,
Snaking its way through the darkness,
Only to find the fearless and the fearful
Trapped and ensnared by your tender hooks,
I know my country, that which I will call home
Shall I return?
Return to where angels dwell within the hood of a widows mantle!
Like a Spartan warrior above a multitude of unkempt and withdrawn faces,
I searched for my comrades were there were none,
Whilst a crooked smile was reflected in the cool enigma made of glass and sulphur
To some inner strength means nothing,
To some such as I, we are already dead to rights,
For once I craved all that you are,
I pray, see the truth behind the man’s scar,
Ask yourself, what is the nature of our existence?,
Am I to be desires empty breath contained within the shell of an hourglass?
Ticking incessantly until my trickling and indiscreet point of no return,
Roughly disjointed and symbiotic we all search for purity and piety,
Humanities lust for light at the cost of the darkness within,
Life is love from above,
A gift so precious that I dare not part from the hero in my heart,
The monster within my soul and my spirit creeps,
Forcing my beating chest to exhume the breath of the ages,
All that I have left in the world,
The air in this world I inhabit becoming rank and untreatable,
Fading lights in the dark
Despondence for the sake of shallow misunderstanding haunts and misdirects my efforts,
I pull and scratch at a deceiving surface, causing tension to all who lay resting in unrelenting torment,
An escalation of the hate I once felt subsides as the creeping and crawling at the edges of reality begins,
My struggle composed of my heavy heaving flesh draws breath once more, but not yet,
Out of my grave, all immortal and unmarked by deaths eager hand,
My truth and my all runs bare as I forsake eternities sweet gift for the harshness of life once more,
All for a simple glimpse of you, my glimmer of hope,
The Revolution is long since dusted with antiquities recordings,
Misguided affection long overdue is misplaced and misspelled,
An archipelago akin to the steel cacophony of light and sound indeterminable, whispers in my ear,
Striking at my very core and causing me to rise and breath at last,
Covered in the dirt and mental crust of antipathy I allow my skeletal frame to move forward
Appearing out of the thick fog of a relinquished command,
Oppressions desperate tide collides with my ignorance,
Forever alone, an understanding of bitter loss resounds in my minds eye,
I walk ahead of the crowd, the multitude of lost and pre-conscious nobility, surrounded unyet alone,
My muse creates fear and dissention, the behaviour and mark of a true warrior poet,
Confessions shameless truth no longer to bare the sting of failure in battle or at rest,
The fire ahead slowly burns as I rest my weapon, a simple arc on the ground,
Smoke rises and snakes, creating a grey stream of heavenly tears in the sky
Catcher and enveloper of mine all,
I arouse might in thine heart,
From my hearth and mantle to the never ending quest,
Deceit and decrepit abode, fear is my staple but not for the gentlest of tresses
And nor for insomnia would I trade one night in your arms for the world
Should I wake from this dream, forgive me,
For I am but yours to own,
In one subtle form to another, sweet disguise
I beguile you and see only fire in the realm of dire consequence
Fall for my charm and believe in eternity
For the love I hold is as unending in the warm embers of the forever
As the one who holds the truth of my all
Apologetics to thyne Arcanum
Hand and foot, I discarded amid a torrent of unrelenting vehemence my shackles,
No longer to be a slave to a forgotten ideal,
Snaking its way through the darkness,
Only to find the fearless and the fearful
Trapped and ensnared by your tender hooks,
I know my country, that which I will call home
Shall I return?
Return to where angels dwell within the hood of a widows mantle!
Like a Spartan warrior above a multitude of unkempt and withdrawn faces,
I searched for my comrades were there were none,
Whilst a crooked smile was reflected in the cool enigma made of glass and sulphur
To some inner strength means nothing,
To some such as I, we are already dead to rights,
For once I craved all that you are,
I pray, see the truth behind the man’s scar,
Ask yourself, what is the nature of our existence?,
Am I to be desires empty breath contained within the shell of an hourglass?
Ticking incessantly until my trickling and indiscreet point of no return,
Roughly disjointed and symbiotic we all search for purity and piety,
Humanities lust for light at the cost of the darkness within,
Life is love from above,
A gift so precious that I dare not part from the hero in my heart,
The monster within my soul and my spirit creeps,
Forcing my beating chest to exhume the breath of the ages,
All that I have left in the world,
The air in this world I inhabit becoming rank and untreatable,
Fading lights in the dark
Despondence for the sake of shallow misunderstanding haunts and misdirects my efforts,
I pull and scratch at a deceiving surface, causing tension to all who lay resting in unrelenting torment,
An escalation of the hate I once felt subsides as the creeping and crawling at the edges of reality begins,
My struggle composed of my heavy heaving flesh draws breath once more, but not yet,
Out of my grave, all immortal and unmarked by deaths eager hand,
My truth and my all runs bare as I forsake eternities sweet gift for the harshness of life once more,
All for a simple glimpse of you, my glimmer of hope,
The Revolution is long since dusted with antiquities recordings,
Misguided affection long overdue is misplaced and misspelled,
An archipelago akin to the steel cacophony of light and sound indeterminable, whispers in my ear,
Striking at my very core and causing me to rise and breath at last,
Covered in the dirt and mental crust of antipathy I allow my skeletal frame to move forward
Appearing out of the thick fog of a relinquished command,
Oppressions desperate tide collides with my ignorance,
Forever alone, an understanding of bitter loss resounds in my minds eye,
I walk ahead of the crowd, the multitude of lost and pre-conscious nobility, surrounded unyet alone,
My muse creates fear and dissention, the behaviour and mark of a true warrior poet,
Confessions shameless truth no longer to bare the sting of failure in battle or at rest,
The fire ahead slowly burns as I rest my weapon, a simple arc on the ground,
Smoke rises and snakes, creating a grey stream of heavenly tears in the sky
Tuesday, 10 April 2007
Harmony
Love dissolves hate.
Kindness melts cruelty.
Compassion calms passion.
Cooperation evokes love and when we bow, others bend.
This creates harmony.
Tuesday, 3 April 2007
Call for Pictures!
Got a performance picture?
Have you participated in this group in the past?
Do you have any pictures? Stick em up!
LOOK AT THE PICASA WEB ALBUM
thanks...
Nix.
Have you participated in this group in the past?
Do you have any pictures? Stick em up!
LOOK AT THE PICASA WEB ALBUM
thanks...
Nix.
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