Photographs of Humanity Performance

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hug a thief

Love hugs the one who steels from her.

here is a related video.

Humanity Videoodoo

This video art was created at "Ras Babi Presaents: Humanity" on friday 25th May 07, by Francis.

It's all falling into place

A man wondered into Friday evening's expectation
It had the feeling of a night he would never forget
It was to be a night of seven teachers
The first took on a studious role
She listened to what he had to say
- Words of wisdom you could hardly imagine! -
But politely placed each pearl aside - her frustrations were beyond such talk at this time
"Come back when I'm ready" she seemed to say

The second was attentive, as she is to all things
But least of all to her self
She oozes power and gentleness
But she cannot see the beauty around her is all of her own making
She beats around the bush

On Cockburn St the third stopped him - huge hug, jangling smile
"I've been thinking about you" she said
Pointing at her eyes then laughing at herself
"But not seeing, thinking."
She giggled down the hill

The fourth was a dustbin bag that tripped him
As he followed a sudden whim to walk backwards to look at the lights, the shops,
The sky settling into night

Outside a South Bridge takeaway sat the fifth
- comatose, curry and chips down her front -
Breathing, silent
"She'll be fine," he said "It's not puke and she's just sleeping"
Inwardly: guesing how he could be so sure

The sixth ignored him then, upon recognition, backed away giggling
"You're very powerful today" she said
"I saw you half way down the Royal Mile.
You were wearing a white woolen jumper with brown on the sleeves."
They kissed, four times, through the conversation.
"You're becoming the man in the Forest." she said "With a river, a wife and two children."
He wondered if the wife might be her and smiled at how unsurprising she had become to him

The seventh sat -reflecting on the short stroll of these lessons
Who had been seen?
Who had been thought of?
Once he had scratched and clawed for this kind of attention
But now he could not be sure that there was a him that this was happening to
Or if there was, he would not be around much longer for him to enjoy

But still there was wisdom in all of it
So why should he not speak it?
And so he began:
"There is not one perfect path our perfect selves are walking
There is only you, NOW,
Perfect and wonderful.
See! there is no catching up to be done
Enjoy your truth
Love ALL your teachers
And make sure you see me for a dance later."

CONCRETE JUNGLE

Concrete Jungle a play by Ras Babi. Click it! (and scroll doon the page a wee bit)"

Responsibility

The world is a stage and we are all actors. Each actor plays a unique part and is responsible for their own actions. Responsibility means doing the right thing no matter how big or small the task may be. Each one of us has a special role to play in the making the world a better place.

HUMANITY

HERE IS THE POSTER FOR FRIDAYS PERFORMANCE!



WHAT DO YOU THINK?

ANY COMMENTS? INTERACTION, ANYONE?

...one...

One cannot always be a hero,
but one can always be a human.

- Goethe

... define humanity ...

...the dictionary says..(click here)

In our next journey we are going to meet with Humanity

This is from my play concrete jungle...
you are invited to write around the same theme or bring a new idea.

...I am talking to my soul and searching for the far sun, I can see it now on top of the mountain sending us warmth and light. From the far sun, the light hit me on the face; rivers of tears refresh my face from the heat and the light.

I am sad, sad to the depths of my soul, I feel the amount of the pain that inhabited us and covered our lives…

Where are we going?

With the pain and the destruction, we cannot go far!

What about tomorrow? Will it come?

I am sad; my face to the ground, a knife is in the heart.

Oh my dear divine being! Why do I feel it? Why do I have to feel the pain? Why do I have to share it? Why do not me just…

Again, I feel something, a hand is touching me, this touch is different, I feel it straight to my heart, I am not able to move or to see the source, and I cannot speak…

A healing voice broke through:

I am humanity
I am the one, number 1
The real one

Tell the women, the men and the children.
Tell them I am the mother of all.

The Grown Man: Humanity I love you
Humanity touch me
Humanity heal me

Humanity: I cannot handle this flood
Of my children blood
I am the mother, the mother of all
No one has the right to kill the other
You are all one tribe my tribe

The Grown Man: Humanity, can we stop the war, the hunger and the anger?

Humanity we believe in different things.

Humanity: All of you, you are my liver. Keep telling them. Do not give it up.

The Grown Man: Humanity, are you my soul?
Humanity, did you answer my call?
Humanity, can I see your face?
Humanity, touch me.

Humanity: Shushes…
The boy is the grown man. He knows the answers.

The Grown Man: Humanity, are you my soul?
Humanity, why do I feel so sad?
Humanity, am I bad?
Humanity, do not go.
Humanity, Humanity, Humanity
Humanity, Humanity, Humanity
Humanity where are you going?

Knock, knock, and knock

Where are you?

Humanity, where is my soul?

There is no answer. Nobody is there to answer these silly questions. What will happen if I shout, if I draw what I see, what will happen if I translated what is inside me?…

Lost, lost, lost
My soul is lost
My melodies are solo
In addition, I am very tired to play alone
Knock, knock, and knock
Are you there, my soul?
Please, open your door....
by ras

Jcat