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:: 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 b...

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 fore...

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 ...