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

Sunday, October 11, 2009


Memory resides
not only
in mind
but also
in breath, bone and gesture
in the muscle &
sinew of life
when these become
untethered time becomes
a fog in which hooks and anchors
can be
in bewildered, terrifying wonderment
time is of the essence
not only spending... nae, moreso doing
doing, doing mundane forgettables
carries them back to the meanings they held
as long ago


  1. I was inspired by Jimmy Bastard's two recent posts and went walkabout in that odd place in my mind. Reading how Jimmy is making sense of his re-imagined body/mind was the trigger for this piece.
    Motor memory begins in infancy and every movement learned and repeated can be compromised or erased with a stroke. Retrieval of the tens of thousands of movement repetitions built up over the years requires, well... tens of thousands of repetitions. Human physical support is important and necessary because even everyday movement can be exhausting when it feels unfamiliar.
    Write/ride on, Jimmy... every key stroke counts.

  2. I think that your clever use of words sums up perfectly the muddle that is now the mire of my mind.

  3. I think too, you have captured such well and I am also liking the way your words are laid out. Makes the rread slower, drawn out; thought provoking.

  4. my thanks to both of you for these thoughtful comments.