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Breeze and leaves . . . #stratforduponavon (at Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire)
Sounds fill the mind. We met years ago, but Mike Cirillo's work on "Toward Musical Self-Actualization" shifted my approach to music and continues to bedrock my sound training. He writes: "One may wish to find a place where one will not be disturbed. One may wish to be aware of breathing. One could use these etudes to locate and release tension. One could use these etudes to explore how notes function within and interact with the triad. How do you feel about these sonorities? What do they do to your brain? One could use these etudes to explore potential roles for sonorities within improvisations. One could use these etudes to explore and sensitize oneself to intonation. One could use these etudes to wander the neck. One could use these etudes to explore fingerings. One could use these etudes to explore tone. One could use these etudes to explore process. One could use these etudes to explore physicality and sensations. One could use these etudes to explore cognitive process. You cannot make a mistake if process is the goal." Please download the book: http://www.fiddlermike.com/Mike-Cirillo-Learn/Mike-Cirillo-Toward-Musical-Self-Actualization.pdf And explore his work: http://www.fiddlermike.com/Mike-Cirillo-Learn/Mike-Cirillo-Learn.htm His Zen Waves downloads are rad and make excellent practice sounds and sleep preparations. Sing the tones, play the notes, explore sound. #sound #fiddlermike #michaelcirillo #zenwaves #sonorities #tune #selfactualization #music
i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)
Erosion, Jamie Oliveira (via visceralrealistssociety)
It is interesting to me the more I dressed like a man the more I embraced the things of masculinity the more I resisted bodily objectification the more beautiful I felt as a woman.
12/1/2014
Good morning day leaves Good morning bay breeze Good morning sun, barely kissing the rim I see you As I will pray see again
"…. However far back you go in your memory, it is always in some external, active manifestation of yourself that you come across your identity — in the work of your hands, in your family, in other people. And now look. You in others are yourself, your soul. This is what you are. This what your...
I could probably read this every day and still need to be reminded of it before I fall to sleep each night. So. Good. This slow, creaking start of autumn needs a little carriage, and this seems to be a good one.
I never want to seek to be able to say I thought of something first.
I'd much rather be able to show by having already done it.
How blessed, the life of a woman who has time and space in the morning to write. It is a gift more precious than the luxury of silk. The cultivation of self, heart, and mind--a gift of more necessity than oil for the hair or jewelry for the hands. Virginia Woolfe was absolutely right in every way.
All you need is a chair to sit in
and a place to set down your thoughts.
All other luxuries are superfluous.
#fourpartpoems with @emolabs
For more photos from Tony’s life and poetry, follow @emolabs on Instagram.
For Texas Instagrammer Tony Ciampa (@emolabs), Instagram serves as a place where images and creative writing come together as a form of self-expression.
After moving to Texas from his native Boston, Massachusetts, Tony took to Instagram to make friends and build a community of his own—and his photos reflect their adventures together. It wasn’t until later when his experiments in poetry began.
"It was a Saturday night, and a girl I was having a fling with wasn’t texting me back, so I was just sitting out on a hill that overlooks the skyline drinking a beer. It felt like this quintessential moment in the life of a young adult, so I wrote down what was in my head, took a photo and posted it," Tony explains. "It was the first poem I’d written since high school, so it was really cool for me to see people respond positively to it." With that post, Tony’s #fourpartpoems series was born, and he’s posted a poem every day since.
As for his aesthetic, handwritten poems photographed in front of sweeping landscapes, Tony cites another artist on Instagram for the initial inspiration. “I follow @lidiagulyas on Instagram, and the photo style comes from her. She does a lot of hand lettering and in one of her photos from a few months ago she had written the phrase ‘I want you’ in a notebook and held it out in front of an out of focus cityscape. It was so moody and really stuck with me.”
Tony writes all of the poems himself, first pouring out his emotions from the day through free writing, then distilling out his rhymes from there. “In my mind,” he says “that keeps the emotion as authentic as possible.” He then embellishes them with line drawings and sets up his photo before dusk, his self-imposed deadline for posting his work.
Neat work, simple and true.
When I was a kid, I never thought I knew the right way to do things. I looked to my sister to know how to eat. I looked to my brother to know how to be funny. I looked to my dad to know how to be quiet. I looked to my mom to know how to carry things.
Somewhere along the way I relearned everything for myself.
There's always a trouble in letting a man hold you. In the closeness he starts to think he loves you. In the closeness and the touch, you start to think he loves you; and in that thought of his love coupled with his touch and the closeness you think you love him. And in this thought of love, two people find themselves holding one another.
".... However far back you go in your memory, it is always in some external, active manifestation of yourself that you come across your identity -- in the work of your hands, in your family, in other people. And now look. You in others are yourself, your soul. This is what you are. This what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life. -- Your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on it is called your memory? This will be you -- the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it." --Yury Andreyevich Zhivago. "Doctor Zhivago," by Boris Pasternak.
Nice to see you
Nice to see you.
When someone says this, it is because you feel familiar to them. They have seen you before. And they see you, now, again.
But today marks the second day that a recently met stranger parts ways with me by saying, "It's good to see you."
To see me.
This is not usual.
What a connection--to see another person for the first time so straightly that they become a familiar face, endeared to you. So that when you part, you feel as though you are saying farewell to a deep friend. You don't say 'nice to see you' to a stranger.
And how beautiful is this? That you could look upon someone's face with love and listening, taking in his face and eyes and intention as he looks upon yours, poring over each expression as you talk so that slowly, and then at an instant, you become to each other someone you are glad to see, again and again.
Believe it or not, but friendship is a thing. And it is not to be taken for granted. Any thing that is an actual thing is never to be taken for granted. For a thing that is a real thing can only ever be given, never, ever taken.
… Do I yet know what I will do to go about living life in a way to be living as I would want? …No. But God-willing I will figure it out. God-willing my path is not yet desolate. God-willing I am not too old. God-willing the path before me is yet rich with goodness and choices and family and a life I will make for myself.
Let these thoughts sink in, settle into my blood and bones. And then, in time, I will plan, outline, visualize, pray, accept challenges, not be afraid, pursue, work. And God-willing there will be joy. God-willing there will be love, love I can give and love I will be given.
I will have a home. Somewhere, someday.
-23 February 2014