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
Seldom...Often
a shift in breeze
different
push / back from grass & ground
trees
swaying branches & leaves
breathing
whispering
when did always & never
become
such
prominent
declarations
who claims the right to say
we
when is we me
when I could care less
or
would rather not be
or
do not realize
I
am
paying attention
to
paying attention
Well phrased. I read these as three thoughts.
ReplyDeleteIt should only be we when there is a mouse in their pocket.
ReplyDeleteSometime I hate being part of 'we', feels so disempowering and such a loss of self.
ReplyDeletePunch--thanks; at least three !! I was getting at the way so much of contemporary discourse is phrased in extremes, including extreme assumptions about claiming to speak for others ( ie, " we")
ReplyDeleteJadedj-- I like the thought, look and feel of a mouse in the pocket. thanks.
Madame-- hard to imagine you as a lost self, but I understand what you mean about being subsumed under someone else's imposed " we". Ick.