Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Kitten, meet the world!
it was really amazing being part of the birth, seeing all the instinct that takes over- our Mishka (who is less than a year old her self) is a super-mama and has been affectionately nurturing these little ones.
this connects up with the theme (in class and in life) of constant birth, death, and rebirth all around us. As the seasons change, the plants in the yard wilt, dry, drop their seeds, and let fresh life abound.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Snow
I went to Tahoe two weeks ago, and the snow was amazing. 2 feet of fresh snow over night. a winter wonderland.
iFrankenstien
This is the frankenstien machine. i didn't make it, my hands just assembled the pieces, that wanted to come together in the way that they did. I very much was just the outlet for the expression of the iFrankenstien. In other words, as harris would put it, this was a stream-of-coniousness work. No planning of any kind. I am very pleased with how it came out, although it was super heavy. Its not really related to the readings, except for the fact that I was playing atallualpa while I was building it. So it is subconsciously influenced by Argentina.
THings fall apart, the center cannot hold.
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
-W.B. Yeats
This poem is powerful. I like the first paragraph best. It reminds me of now, and here.
Things fall apart, the center cannot hold. Thats our society. Our world. Right now. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. A revolution is born every second, another dies every second. and the world spins on.
Monday, March 12, 2012
The most powerful force I have gotten to know
I have explored some of this terrain, and I want to explore much more of it.
#resisteaysen
"Tu Problema es mi problema" is the official title of the Movimiento Social de Aysen, which is a group of students, union organizers, and pescadores that have come together to defend Aysen's right to live affordably. They are demanding a drop in the cost of fuel, fire wood, food, and a public university of quality within the region. This art piece supports this cause. This relates to what we have talked about in class... harking all the way back to the first day when Tony asked "what is pride?" pride is standing up for what you believe in, and know is right, even if you are standing alone. This is what Aysen has had the courage to do. This is what inspires me, and draws me back to this land where I have my most distant roots. I love Aysen like my mother. She raised me for just a half a year, but I will never loose what she taught me, and ingrained in my soul.
Public education is our right.
despite what those with power and money want us to believe, education is not a commodity to be bought and sold on the open market to whoever is the highest bidder (recently out of state and out of country students have been in this role). It is in fact our right. The UN even has declared it so.
So don't forget it. Rise up. Rebel.
And most of all: Don't let them scare you.