Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Monday, July 13, 2009

Sabbatical

here is the feather bed
its seductive imperative
fling myself with wild abandon
i(o)nto its pillowy depths
& awaken
refreshed in six months

presupposes that rest
is the solution
to a problem of meaning
no sleep is enough

my relief is not
mere performance
it is felt
bone deep
knowing
the ground has shifted
I cannot unring the bell
nor would I want to

tell you what... I'll keep
disclosing
earning your respect & regard
the carnal ground of
this trust we share
means everything
to me

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2 comments:

  1. the walking manJuly 14, 2009 at 6:49 AM

    I know one professor who took a sabbatical. she Sabbated and Caled and got a lot of sleep done before going back to present her results.

    Which basically came out to be "Sleep...is good."

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  2. HarlequinJuly 14, 2009 at 10:34 AM

    WM... sleep is good...hmmm. The tensions I am trying to get at are more about pace and rhythm and the elusiveness of preferences... but the sleep thing sounds good!

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