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rubber duck project creative networking - See: Projects :: note :: ... old school post ... years ago many posts were of this link type ... rare now with social bookmarking & tags & microblogging ... a relentless change ...

Acts of Indivisibility ( half sisters sitting on the edge of an empty theatre ) Libby:    Are we the angels? Fanny:   (Sewing wings for the swan)              Only if you trust that which you don't know. Libby:    But we humans hate ourselves. Fanny:   Only the very few trustworthy who dare to wholeheartedly               be in love will . . . Libby:     (interrupting) I just want to be happy Fanny:   Ah happiness ... I have heard, meditate on the difference              between the Important and the Essential,              you will learn something secret. Libby:     I feel I carry the rhythms in my face and hands. Fanny:   Hold here tight....

seesons uv th heart from narrativ enigma /rumours uv hurricane by bill bissett dansing a video poem created & read in the morning of august 11, 2008 by (inspired by meeting bill after decades of reading his work) click image to view - See: Video Poems :: note :: ... working with imovie & garageband ... compressing for the web is a serious deterioration of both sound & picture ... hmmm probably nothing new for the experienced ... once a year I play with this form and am surprised at both advancements and growing demands ... moving from the wow factor to the desire for better ...

amazements jaguar jumps from narrativ enigma / rumours uv hurricane by bill bissett a video poem created & read in the morning of aug, 9, 2008 by raymon montalbetti (inspired by meeting bill after decades of reading his work) click image to view - See: Video Poems :: note :: ... images of Lake Superior ... was there this time last year ... an awe inspiring lake of mythical spirit ... also visible @ youtube

Don't Say God by John Livingstone Clark accompanied by Ray Stephanson keyboards & Duane Dorgan percussion a temple reading video by Raymon Montalbetti - See: Video Poems :: note :: ... summertime & diggin ... this is a 2004 reading that never made it to the web ... it has now ...

Ain't that the truth (A clearing on the way to the dump. Two cars lay upturned at either side of the road like wrecked sentinels.) Lester: What say ... Cormac: Mornin. Lester: Mornin you aST? Cormac: Down yonder the day is cheatin. Lester: Let me see that there rifle. Cormac: Hold on. What can I do for ye? Lester: You ain't got nothin cept the rifle. Cormac: It's a known fact we's all childs of god. Lester: Stay away from here. Cormac: Sure I can't hep ye? Lester: You're a liar. Cormac: You ain't never married. It's a grief and a heartache and they ain't no reward in it atall. You just raise enemies in ye own house to grow up and cuss ye. Lester: You're crazy and cain't fool me just turn around and get goin. Cormac: You aIN'T needin' a watch are ye? Lester: Do you reckon i need a watch. Git. Cormac: (turning to leave) I jus don't know why people don't want to listen? (Walks off. Long silence.) Ain't that the truth. - Se...

1/? what is blood for 2/? what dies in you 3/? how do you like the war 4/? will you be here next year 5/? do u want 2 b emptee 6/? do you interrogate your impulses ... 'does Beckett strike you as a person who ever interrogated his own economic impulses?' ... 7/? is your id intact 8/? am I an imposter 9/? how to find that which i can't even remember is lost 10/? is it just a look 11/? when does the accident become the condition 12/? are we part of the anger 13/? beyond all help 14/? which irreversible process (decay, history) is too personal ... 15/? what does it mean to finish (Mark DuCharme) ... http://bit.ly/33gPqD 16/? how do you keep the faith - See: Questions :: note :: ... unconsciously asked a couple of questions on identi.ca ... now a discipline a little like Oblique_Chirps ... live the questions was a credo ... now I watch my questions ...

- See: Image :: note :: ... a wild few days around here ... high winds, tornado touch downs ... trees falling onto roofs & streets ... above is a picture down the street ... look through the window of the fire truck to see the fallen tree ...

"And so life is reckoned as nothing. Habitualization devours works, clothes, furniture, one's wife, and the fear of war. "If the whole complex lives of many people go on unconsciously, then such lives are as if they had never been." And art exists that one may recover the sensation of life; it exists to make one feel things, to make the stone stony. The purpose of art is to impart the sensation of things as they are perceived and not as they are known. The technique of art is to make objects 'unfamiliar,' to make forms difficult, to increase the difficulty and length of perception because the process of perception is an aesthetic end in itself and must be prolonged. Art is a way of experiencing the artfulness of an object: the object is not important." ( -- Victor Shklovsky "Art as Technique" ) - See: Artists Speak :: note :: ... wonderful attending the Floyd festival (old link not up-dated) ... youth working in post post-modern ways ... ...

... imagine my surprise when out of the blue artist Chris Ashley offered to ship a work simply as an act of gratitude for my following his html pieces throughout the years ... asked if i had a request & shocked i replied whatever comes will be appreciated ... ... we don't "know" each other ... have never met ... a sporadic network connection at best ... the last few days he posted another of his gifts hanging ... here's where mine hangs ... above my computer work station flanked by my sons piece done at age 11 ... the reflected light line seems appropriate (to me) ... his recent work may be viewed at David Cunningham Projects in San Francisco & his most recent recent work may be viewed each day on his blog Look, See which links & reviews other work as well ... the last month has been particularly stunning as the daily practice demands & challenges both form & impulse ... daily looking means to see & to see I have discovered is to ...

There is the place we know and there is the place we live. This I realized staying the past fifteen years in The Temple situated beyond the CPR tracks, at the bottom of Caswell Hill just off of Louis Riel Trail in Saskatoon on the Canadian prairies. Something I've been reminded of as the walls flake and the roof falls. The Temple windows are a bit high meaning I see mostly sky and trees. Inside there is a story which remains mostly untold and not easily accessible. The Ladies Prayer Room in the basement with the now demolished bathroom, the attic with empty pulleys and asbestos, crumbling steps, fence planks missing, cracked windows and worn pathways speak of age and a relentless drive towards being junked or dispersed. Places vanish precisely because, a few years down the track, there is no 'guardian' left willing to pay the bills for the sake of posterity? There is no concealing the sourcing of alienation or the substance of tradition. Speaking in tongues the space...

free - a video poem of 'I want 2 b emptee' from narrativ enigma / rumours uv hurricane by bill bissett FLaRes - a video poem of 'ECHOGRAPHIES' from The House that HIJACK Built by Adeena Karasick - See: Video Poem :: note :: ... created these past early mornings ... inspired by an Adeena Karasick workshop presentation (not attended) at the recent EVOcative Festival/Conference ... the idea + my wife's discovery of sharing pictures using quicktime movies stimulated me to use the tools lying dormant in the computer ...

The Stranger. Camus: When was the last time? Shadow: What? Camus: The last time we talked? Shadow: Yesterday before the storm. Camus: And the last word? Shadow: What are you talking about - we don't talk. Camus: Do you remember then the last word you wrote? Shadow: No. Camus: You didn't even think about it. Shadow: (laughs) My name. How every correspondence ends Camus: Exactly. Shadow: Oh I get what this is about. Camus: Do you? - See: Plays :: note :: ... Suzan-Lori Parks wrote a play a day which inspired a nation-wide grassroots festival ... the published book acknowledges Paul Osher - who said it'd be cool. ...

"We are nothing alone. We cannot exist without reference points. We cannot know ourselves until another knows us. This is why we seek love - not just something to hold, but someone to know us and hold us as just us. Neither can we be together if we do not exist as individuals. Both are needed." "Dialogue is both our existence and what we do. We are beings in our doings." "Our purpose is to stir things up. The stirrings are the living edge of us. Where we leak into others, there we create new life. This is the work of conversation: to create new life. " "Dialogue then is not a mere tool, but the fountain of life. Drink from each other's mouths and ears the stuff of life." "The between is life. The between throws off life. The between lives. The between gives life. We meet in the between. We live in the between. What we do separately is done only to serve the between. The between is life." "Giving is what feeds the creation...

... clusters of interaction circulate around a deep, shared core connection & this "work" is where connection is maintained ... ... no place for psychological notions of the biologically tied family ... ... the noise of institutional hierarchies needs to be muted ... ... not easy as the traditional relationship canon demands a kind of cohesive, definable whole that is legitimized as fact & truth ... ... shape shift to negotiate a way to re-present ourselves in a credible manner ... ... link to survival, competition & traditional drives of monetary adherence to security ... ... replace convention with stripped, personalised, intuitive, introspective, living & open-ended actions (authenticity & inspired) ... ... replace status quo, comprehension, ease & predictability with chaotic, disordered and risky variations ... - See: Relationship :: note :: ... towards a manifesto of relations ...

She wanted to know what wind was for. On the island which stirred underneath the feet. Or, Does wind wish to be of the earth? Would oceanic be another sister? Is survival interesting as always was & will be? She once found solace for several years. Before she shaved her hair in the heat without wind. The scarf bound tightly a perceived protection. Someone could leave streaklines. Walls do hold the anemometer windows measuring promise. Each day nothing seems to blow. Gentle breezes deceive anyone who faces the other way inland or outing the change of direction. Maybe we're all wind. Whatever that's for. - See: Writing :: note :: ... in a time when no wind blows ...

Did you see the water streaming down the outside walls? Even in the heat of the night when the stillness hums loudest the ceiling cracks appear lost. The water drains down. Down, down, down. A studied run-a-way he could never slip through without scratching the cortical brain tissue. An image thought responding to delirium and drift. Just lie. Hidden in a canoe he criss-crosses sky rivers only to be countered by the vulgar and incoherent family. His brother's mother was a master of glib, good mannered indolence. She canonized deceit. Her marriage was a miscarriage. The run-a-way became animal staking out the path of escape in all its positivity. When do you leave she asked. When do you think - do you think he said. (He knew that resistance was surrender.) He said he was never born he escaped. Wrong. Don't deny your birthright. You always enjoyed suffering she said. Never look for shame in dark pines underwater. He stood high looking out over the river. Map the sandbar and cr...

two silences        the frozen first & last selves             reflections in cracked windows we look through & away        in hesitations & abbreviations              a shredded glaring resistance the framing warps in the heat        paint blisters & curls before              pleading naked exposure the problem with a door are the hinges. - See: Poetry :: note :: ... not to be confused with solitude ...

reading of the mythtime "... the wild time ... mythtime surrounds historical time the way the forest and the ocean and the sky surround a village ... the mythtime is self-sustaining, alive and independent of human control ... myth is a richly complex piece of knowledge, like a theorem or a language or a genome: an inheritance too precious to be left, like a trademark or a patented procedure, in the realm of the privately owned ... the mythtime covers for a timeless moment, a familiar human space ..." ( Nine Visits to the Mythworld: Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas ) - See: Terms Artists First Nation :: note :: ... Robert Bringhurst ... Animal and the Human ... we were told ...

Storytellers Unite Traditional meets unconventional at eVOCative festival Ashleigh Mattern The StarPhoenix Monday, June 16, 2008 Saskatoon is storyteller central this summer as the city plays host to two of the industry's conferences and a festival of oral performance. Storytellers from across Canada and around the world will be coming to Saskatoon to attend the eVOCative festival and The Oral, the Written and Other Oral Media conference from June 19 to 21, and the Storytellers of Canada annual conference from July 2 to 6. While the conferences are fine-tuned to the interests of performers and academics working and creating in the field, both conferences have a little something for everyone. In the case of The Oral, the Written and Other Oral Media, main organizer Susan Gingell has also organized a festival of oral performance to complement the conference. Gingell said it was important to her to bring artists and academics together. "Too often (artists and academics) operate ...