Saturday Poem

Anne Sexton, From The Art of Poetry No. 15 at The Paris Review

Don't forget

"Don’t forget that you’re a real, living person. Try to feel gravity holding onto you, try to feel the water and the bones in your body, try to feel the ways you’re held and anchored in your own world."

-- Madame Clairevoyant 

Saturday Cartoon

Gravity is king and Galileo knew what was what.

found via Kottke.

Spend your nights watching the moon.

“Days will move fast and strange around you this week, and it might feel too wild, it might feel like it’s too much. Think of every moment as a sign, as a gift, as a story. Think about the smells, colors, all the different ways the world can talk to you. You’ll find moments you can hold on to and moments you can leave behind and none of them will be wasted, all of them will matter, all of them can help you live. Spend your days outside. Spend your nights watching the moon.”

  

-- Madame Clairevoyant, via The Rumpus

(gif from here)

Friday!

Yes!

It's almost the weekend....

(gif found here)

Michael Hakimi

Michael Hakimi
(Found via rudygodinez)

“Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.”

― James Joyce, Ulysses

Galileo's Drawings

'I see drawing as thinking, as evidence of thinking, evidence of going from one place to another. The image is just sort a sort of armature on which I hang my marks and make my art.

--Vija Celmins

 (Galileo's drawings)

space sparkle

All from Erie basin.
Vintage Carved Coral 18K Gold Sun Stud Earrings
19th century comet pin
1900s Edwardian Birks Pearl Starburst Brooch/Pendant, 14K
Early 1900s Fraternal Pharaoh and Star Pendant, Brass

Tree Runner

www.evolvemoveplay.com

**PUBLIC NOTICE**

Please ignore all that 'get fit for summer bikini body' nonsense that's floating around designed to sell you things you don't need and feelings you can do without.
It's tempting to get fixated on the ephemeral stuff, I know, but it will be a waste of your sweet and precious time.

Instead BE KIND to yourself by:

Finding ways to move that you love. LOVE LIBERATES. It will keep you coming back.

Finding ways to move that challenge your nerve, curiosity and natural urge to play.

Finding ways to move intelligently to cultivate self trust, self knowledge and self love. The more clearly you understand yourself and you motivations the better chance you have of acting well in the world.

Finding teachers that help drop you into your body and encourage you to be honest with yourself and about what you feel so you can change from working/feeling/responding from your own history to creating new, more helpful patterns, which ultimately gives you choice, health and freedom.

I could go on, but it will keep you from moving so be gone!

(Found at goldlionaz)

just an amateur

From Peter J. Cohen's collection of vernacular photographs at MoMA
 

love lines

Romance...

I’m in love with people’s hands and the way they clench their fists and the way their fingertips lightly press down onto piano keys or thighs. Calloused fingers or dainty fingers. Hands writing poems or memos or parking tickets. Hands writing futures. To me, every crease on the palm is a love line.

-- Mesogeios

Function...

 "The shoulder complex, together with other joint and muscle mechanisms of the upper limb, primarily is concerned with the ability to place and control the position of the hand in the visual work space in front of the body. The shoulder mechanism provides the upper limb with a range of motion exceeding that of any other joint mechanism. The placement of the hand is determined by four components of the shoulder complex: the glenohumeral, acromioclavicular, and sternoclavicular joints and the scapulothoracic gliding mechanism. The clavicular joints permit the scapula to move against the chest wall during movements of the arm, allowing the glenoid fossa to follow the head of the humerus, and thus contribute significantly to total arm movement. The functional interrelationships between the glenohumeral, scapulothoracic, and clavicular joint mechanisms are critical in providing a full, functional ROM. Any pathological condition of any one of these mechanisms will disturb upper limb function. The ligamentous and periarticular structures of the shoulder complex combine in maintaining the joint relationships, withstanding the forces applied to the joint surfaces, and stabilizing the dependent limb." 

--Malcolm Peat

(images found here and here)

(image found here)

"Wisdom tells me I am nothing, love tells me I am everything, and between the two my life flows."

-- Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

You will know what to do

Found this here along with these lovely words...

"...there’s something so simple and poignant to me about people hurtling themselves into space, the most important aspect of their journey being the confidence that they will somehow know what to do. Humans are so fragile, yet our dreams can be so unjustifiably strong and our hopes as clean and clear as faith in ourselves."

-- shape-and-colour

1971

Two men walked on the surface of the moon.
Others will, later. What are words to do?
And what of the dreams and fashionings of art
before this real, almost unreal, event?
Heady with daring and with holy dread,
those sons of Whitman now have left their print
on the moon's wasteland, the unviolated
prehuman sphere, changing and permanent.
The love of Endymion in his mountain vigil,
the hippogriff, the curious sphere of Wells,
which in my memory is real and true,
now all take substance. Triumph belongs to all.
Today there is not a single man on earth
who does not feel more confident, more sure.
The unforgettable day thrills with new force
from the single rightness of the odyssey
of those benign magicians. The moon,
which earthly love still seeks out in the sky
with sorrowing face and still-unslaked desire,
will be its monument, everlasting, one.

Jorge Luis Borges, translated by Alastair Reid.

Mamiko Otsubo - Concrete Moon 2010,
(cast concrete embedded into drywall)

Love Liberates

micro-moments of positivity resonance

In her new book Love 2.0: How Our Supreme Emotion Affects Everything We Feel, Think, Do, and Become, the psychologist Barbara Fredrickson offers a radically new conception of love ... It is not a long-lasting, continually present emotion that sustains a marriage; it is not the yearning and passion that characterizes young love; and it is not the blood-tie of kinship.

Rather, it is what she calls a "micro-moment of positivity resonance." She means that love is a connection, characterized by a flood of positive emotions, which you share with another person—any other person—whom you happen to connect with in the course of your day. You can experience these micro-moments with your romantic partner, child, or close friend. But you can also fall in love, however momentarily, with less likely candidates, like a stranger on the street, a colleague at work, or an attendant at a grocery store. Louis Armstrong put it best in "It's a Wonderful World" when he sang, "I see friends shaking hands, sayin 'how do you do?' / They're really sayin', 'I love you.'"

Emily Esfahani Smith, The Atlantic 1/24/2013. Full text here.

Wishing you many micro-moments of positivity resonance on this rainy day.

(found here)

Sam Moyer

This is what I imagine relief prints from the moon would look like.

Sam Moyer: More Weight at the Rachel Uffner Gallery in NYC.

(Found via thesphinxandthemilkyway)

"Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either - but love don't make things nice. It ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves, and to break our hearts, and love the wrong people, and die. The storybooks are bullshit! Now I want you to come upstairs with me and get in my bed!"

Ronny Cammareri, talking to Loretta Castorini in Moonstruck (1987).

John Patrick Shanley won an Academy Award for the script. It's classic.

eclipse

Full moon eclipse found here.

Sunday Tune

Sunday Tune

Saturday Poem

concrete poem by dom sylvester houédard.

Saturday Cartoon

Friday!

(From here)

Lucio Fontana

Lucio Fontana

(found here)

writers on writing

The Atlantic has a great archive where they have asked writers to write about their favorite-ever passages from books they love. There are some inspiring reads on here!

(Found here)

"The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project."

-- Simone de Beauvoir

acceptance

Took a visit to the Galleria nazionale d'arte moderna in Rome this weekend and found La vecchia by the Croatian sculptor Ivan Mestrovic.

 
I've been looking for a long, long time,
for this thing called love,
I’ve ridden comets across the sky,
and I’ve looked below and above.
Then one day I looked inside myself,
and this is what I found,
A golden sun residing there,
beaming forth God’s light and sound.

~ Rumi

Choros

This is magic. 
Choros from Michael Langan on Vimeo.

move.repeat.move.repeat.move.repeat.move.repeat 

By slowing down at the right moments, people find that they do everything better: They eat better; they make love better; they exercise better; they work better; they live better. 

-- Carl Honoré

ficus

"Above all else it's about leaving a mark that I existed: I was here. I was hungry, I was defeated. I was happy. I was sad. I was in love. I was afraid. I was hopeful. I had an idea and I had a good purpose and that's why I made works of art."

-- Felix Gonzalez-Torres

Katrien De Blauwer

More from Katrien De Blauwer's Movement Series.

Prayer

May I never not be frisky.
May I never not be risqué.
May my ashes, when you have them, friend, and give them to the ocean,
Leap in the froth of waves,
Still loving movement,

Still ready, beyond all else,

To dance for the world.

-- Mary Oliver

Leah Fraser

LOVE Leah Fraser's Shamans, living in an imaginary world inspired by the many healing methods of different cultures.

By Heart

(via peninsulamamoenam)