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THE WEAVER

"As I weave, I sing. My life has been one of weaving every hour and every instant. I have woven the foliage of woods in the most somber and chaotic nights. I have woven the gracefulness of waves and I have lingered in their crests for more than a bad sentence. I have woven words that shine brightly like the diamonds of unknown dancers. My life has been one of weaving. And as I weave, I sing of the happiness and misfortunes of men. I sing of the birth of things: of water, of stones, of fire, which in its crackling accompanies me in song. I sing not to forget the whys and wherefores of things. And as I sing I weave and unweave the course of sailors, the avatars of warriors, the half-light groped by the blind man. My hands fill with multicolored threads to weave the rainbow. My hands tangle in the weft of days that comes with spring light. And how difficult it is to weave the rain, which likewise repeats my songs that lull us until the most placid of dreams have been reached. I spin and warp the finest weft. I tell stories in the fabric. Admirable is my art as admirable is my singing. From my loom hangs the dawn and its colors which will please the mxn’s gaze. Tonight, as I sing like the murmur of the brook, I hope to finish weaving a star. The sky does not admit voids. As I sing I embroider the loves of gods and men. I represent the human and divine weft and through my hands the celebration of fortune and its misfortunes. It has been as arduous for me to weave the blood of battles as the kisses of lovers. I am the weaver. The one who warps the weft of life with her threads. And as I sing I warp and unwarp the silence of uncertainty. I spin words that grow like branches as far as the other world. How pleasing it has been for me to knit ashes, birdsong, a leaf trembling in the solitary afternoon. How pleasing that my threads revive the splendor of the sea in the afternoon. I baste my memories. I embroider the memory of my being. As I weave, I sing. I am the weaver. The filigree of the world. I hope I never put in the final stitch." Juan Diego Tamayo

#weaving

pausing and pausing and pausing again, as eyEasAcollecTive with

Lisa Stewart

#eyeasacollective

*** re-learning how to

#alexis pauline gumbs

in Libken e.V.

Language, like money, is nothing. Yet like money, language can do anything. Language and money are shaping our future in many ways. They are prophetic.

Franco Bifo Berardi

innenansicht zum zeitpunkt der information

hologram lessons #1

have you ever asked yourself who gets to make wishes?

have you ever asked yourself who gets to receive trust?

have you ever asked yourself what trust feels like?

have you ever asked yourself what the physical sensation of your deepest wish is? and when it's there, was that the wish?

and have you ever wondered about how language influences what we think a wish is? Ist ein Wunsch gleich un souhait, comme un vœu, comme a wish?

wo liegt deine Zunge, wenn du Dir was wünscht? und wo ist sie jetzt gerade?

quelle-est la sensation physique d'un vœu? et une fois que le vœu se réalise, c'était la sensation voulue?

wer wünscht was? ou plutôt, qui a le droit de faire un vœu?

#thehologram

looking at plants is a quiet pleasure, a fragile conviction—it provides sufficient reason for living in a corrupted world.

Hu Fang for e-flux magazine

“weak-resistance”

Text: Ewa Majewska

remote video for musical project Let’s Make Noise, Sisters, directed by Zorka Wollny

filmed in Italy, during Saffron harvest

Listen/purchase: Green Apple by Mariana Camacho x Florence Freitag

Impulsive exploration on an excerpt from the book On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, by Ocean Vuong. Lisbon | Berlin, 2020creditsreleased March 31, 2020 Florence Freitag | reading Mariana Camacho | vocals, keyboards, samples Filipe Ferraz | mixing

The old root of the word Anthology comes from the greek ‘legein’ which means to gather and ‘anthos’ meaning flower. A gathering of flowers; a collection from the garden and in the sense of our work, also composting. From textures and texts, earthy co-existence, invented / found soil structure analysis to drawings and quotations dedicated to a gift that we can hardly give back, or can we? In this collection we give insight into our research; question Garden as a Contradictory Utopia, breathe together with the Pine tree/Pinus Sylvestris and recognise in the Malus Domestica/apple a long forgotten relative. Is that what one means by care-companion?

For the Spielzeitfest of Hellerau, we composted our research of the past months into a zine-Anthology... more seedlings to come in 2021...

Fern for Marshall Hartwich The fern, in infinite slowness, uncurls each frond; each frond a sister to another, so many fingers and hands learning to flourish on the underside of things. The fern is steady, unafraid of the dark, pushing through stem, bark, growing vein by stubborn vein through morning dew and winter rain. Mists gather to watch the rills incise themselves and ripen with spores ready for release – the beginnings of another, sprung from moss: fragile, maidenlike, translucent in the light.

Eileen Chong

gardening companions

©MaluBlume

Compostist Practices (borrowed from D. Haraway) for The Urge to ... extended Festival at Altes Finanzamt e.V. Neukölln, Berlin

“Do you think the earth loves you back?” Robin W. Kimmerer “For the plant, transplanting is always a painful process.” M.NourbeSe Philip For the Urge to… Florence will look at the land that surrounds the collective home and wonder about gardening, earthly-coexistance and companion-care. Is there a way to listen and to return the gift? Und was verdammt nochmal ist ein ‘schöner Garten’? If you book a slot, please feel free to bring along a plant, seeds/seedling or cutting from your home and we will tend to them. This is a sharing of practice. You may join me; maybe we find some more questions together.

Thank you to everyone who came to our Botanical Garden Anthology in the Kulturgarden at Hellerau the other day. It really was a pleasure. I...

we went to the Kulturgarten in Hellerau, listened to the apple trees and invited people to root down with us

#gardenasutopia #rosalindmasson

Garten als widersprüchlicher utopischer Raum TANZPAKT Dresden Dresden ...

we had a visitor with us in the Botanic Garden for our last day of research

#rosalindmasson #gardenasutopia

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