"Le temps dont nous disposons chaque jour est élastique; les passions que nous ressentons le dilatent, celles que nous inspirons le rétrécissent et l'habitude le remplit."
"The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions that we feel expand it, those that we inspire contract it; and habit fills up what remains."
--À l'ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs (Within a Budding Grove), 1919, by Marcel Proust
From the new Tin Hat Album "the rain is a handsome animal", a magnificent new 17-movement song-cycle based on the poetry of e. e. cummings. Charming.
e e cummings – “2 little whos”
2 little whos (he and she) under are this wonderful tree smiling stand (all realms of where and when beyond) now and here (far from a grown -up i&you- ful world of known) who and who (2 little ams and over them this aflame with dreams incredible is)
This poem is a sweet description of how two people feel when they are in love. Two people, lying under a wonderful tree, are talking of their dreams and aspirations. As they smile and rise together, they must leave the realms of “beyond” and return to “now and here.” However, because they are still young and because they have each other, they hold onto these incredible dreams as they go through life.
...Human nature, if one looks deeply at its source, is only conditioned social and cultural behavior passed down through generations. We are not alien spirits on this planet seeded here from another realm, we are more like apples who grow from the apple tree, we grew out of planet Earth. According to science, if you roll the clock back to the big bang, all matter in the known Universe can be condensed down to the size of a tip of a pen, so to think we are divided individual beings, is only a illusion the ego creates. You are no more different and divided from other life forms, then a wave is different and divided from the ocean or the leaves that are from a tree. The whole point of spiritual "methods" such as meditation, is to root you back into the Present Moment, which IS the only place One will ever BE. But the tools and "methods" should not be worshiped no more then the meal you just ate to sustain your energy. Giving power to "methods" only transfers your presence away from what You already posses within. So to put off your Awakening to some far off divine event, such as years of meditation or the day You reach your death-bed, is only escaping the work that needs to be done Today, and that is to Know who You Really ARE, beyond the "image" we only "pretend" to BE...
Art by: Robby Donaghey
How important are you? You are here to enable the divine purpose of the universe to unfold. Be what and who you want to be. This is YOUR life to create. And whatever you create is perfect.
Rachid Taha - Everybody Out!
رشيد طه - بره بره
Barra Barra
Movie Scenes from BlackHawk Down
"Barra (بره)" means "outside" and therefore "barra barra" means "get out" or "everybody out". This song is about all the problems there are in Algeria, and the reality that you have to get out of the country to escape those things.
Of course Rachid Taha like most of the biggest Rai singers has in fact fled Algeria and currently lives in France.
Everybody out! There's sadness, rage and treachery Everybody out! Corruption and jealousy, no longer can anyone be trusted Everybody out! Thirst, the people are forsaken Everybody out! There's no honor, just oppression and slavery Everybody out! Thankfulness is gone and ugliness is everywhere Everybody out! The stars have gone out and the sun has gone black Everybody out! There's no more goodness, happiness or prosperity Everybody out! There's no more trees and the birds have stopped singing Everybody out! There's no day or night, only darkness Everybody out! Hell has taken over, there's no beauty left Everybody out! The time has passed, there is no honor Everybody out! There's corruption and war and the blood is running Everybody out! Only the walls are left standing Everybody out! There's fear and so everyone is silent
رشيد طه - برا برا
بره بره... الحزن والبغض والزوارة
بره بره... الفسد والحسد ما بقى أمانة
بره بره العطش والناس منحوسين
بره بره... لا حرمة ظلم وعبودية
بره بره... الشكر دان والقبح ران
بره بره... النجوم طفت ظلمت الشمس
بره بره... مابقي خير لا سعاده ولا زهار
بره بره... مابقت شجرة سكتوا لطيور
بره بره... مابقي ليل ولنهار لضلمه
بره بره... الجهنم نما ما بقي الزين
بره بره... كتر الزمان مابقت حرمه
بره بره... الفسد والحرب والدم يسيل
بره بره... الحيطان الحيطان واقفين
بره بره... الخوف فالناس ساكتين
..."So there is always this blank side of experience. What I'm suggesting is that the blank side of experience has the same relationship to the conscious side as the off principle of vibration has to the on principle. There's a fundamental division. The Chinese call them the yang, the positive side, and the yin, the negative side. This corresponds to the idea of one and zero. All numbers can be made of one and zero as in the binary system of numbers which is used for computers. And so it's all made up of off and on, and conscious and unconscious. But the unconscious is the part of experience which is doing consciousness, just as the trough manifests the wave, the space manifests the solid, the background manifests the figure. And so all that side of life which you call unconscious, unknown, impenetrable, is unconscious, unknown, impenetrable because it's really you. In other words, the deepest you is the nothing side, is the side which you don't know. So, don't be afraid of nothing. I could say, 'There's nothing in nothing to be afraid of.' But people in our culture are terrified of nothing. They're terrified of death; they are uneasy about sleep, because they think it's a waste of time. They have a lurking fear in the back of their minds that the universe is eventually going to run down and end in nothing, and it will all be forgotten, buried and dead. But this is a completely unreasonable fear, because it is just precisely this nothing which is always the source of something. Think once again of the image of clarity, crystal clear. Nothing is what brings something into focus. This nothing, symbolized by the crystal, is your own eyeball, your own consciousness." ~Alan Watts... Art by: Justin Bonnet
Tears In Rain is the final monologue of the Replicant Roy Batty in the movie Blade Runner. It has been described as "perhaps the most moving death soliloquy in cinematic history". The final form of the speech was improvised by Rutger Hauer.
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain............Time to die".
Crack baby Crack, show me you're real. Smack baby Smack, with all that you feel. Suck baby Suck, yeah, give me your head, Before you start professin' that you're knocking me dead.
Nothing is what it seems. Not a single thought, conception, or experience, high or low, is anything but a modification of dreams, a kind of hallucination, the conjunction of wave patterns in vibratory frequencies, typically appearing very elusive to perception in the denser realms of the ordinary senses, where thought-energy rigidifies momentarily into seemingly solid objects. Nevertheless, there are no enduringly solid objects. This so-called world is a phenomenon of luminous interweaving energetic interactions — a radiant play of light.
It is always an event in Consciousness, in the vastness of which everything that appears is simply a modification. However, when we attach, or cling to, or fixate on any of these endlessly arising objects or conditions or their effects, exclusive of their Source, then we make those objects, states, or conditions “real” by the process of identification and differentiation — we grant them substantiality apart from ourselves, and thus create our own suffering as a result.
By Grace, when that perceptual presumption of duality is recognized as the activity of separation itself and thereby begins to be undermined, these billion upon billion appearances once more become non-binding, fluid, and transparent. The whole adventure they imply – in whatever realm, heaven and earth or hell and high water — is recognized as an expression of the dream, having no defining or ultimate significance, but only as the play of Mystery — the Unknown — Itself.
We do not know what any of this is! We cannot actually differentiate ourselves from a single thing, any more than wetness can separate itself from water. There is no definitive explanation for any of it, nor is there really any need for one, except to the mind of dilemma. This is not a matter of belief or speculation. It can be directly verified when one stops and simply contemplates the mystery of one’s own appearance here, the awareness that we Are, but that “What” is aware is unknowable, since it can never be an object to itself. It just is. Is.
What we know of dreams can serve to illuminate our “position” in the so-called waking state. In either, we are in exactly the same situation – we appear to create our environment in both conditions, as well as our sense of being an independent “I”, but we have no idea how this is happening, except that we Are. Everything else is subject to interpretation, but the simple fact of Awareness is our irreducible inheritance.
By allowing attention to rest in this Awareness of pure being itself, rather than on the objects and events that appear and disappear in the absorbing play of thought-energy, something quite interesting is revealed. Clearly the dream is a creation, a product of our own consciousness — who makes this dream but us? And yet we don’t know what we Are, except that we Are. Our experience here is free from thought and movement, with no judgment or measure of inside/outside – utterly clear and transparent, like space. There is no separation between the experiencer, the experiencing, and the experience.
On the other hand, though dreaming arises in our own consciousness and dissolves “there” just the same, can we even call it “our own”? When we awaken, we realize the dream has no concrete substantiality, except what we might attribute to it in our conditioned and conditional knowing. This activity is itself a kind of humorous pretense that most take quite seriously, nevertheless. So serious, in fact, that when differing dreamings clash, further confusions, contentions, and even wars follow. Who would imagine that world conflicts originate in dreaming?
Just so, this waking realm can be seen as not a place or world, but as an indefinite dimension that is not fixed like any object, but fluidly manifesting as a play of infinite possibility. Then, our limited points of view can begin to be submitted to a conscious process in which we unfold in a truly heart-felt relationship to the wonder of this mystery, without the terrible burden of knowing or identification, or even any humorless concern about the implications of the dream world itself. Paradoxically, we can begin to become responsible for our separative tendencies, which are the real creators of every circumstance of the dream, and the source of our suffering and chronic sense of alienation.
This true responsibility is relative to the force of our own activity, which creates the drama in the same way as if we were to complain about a pain in our arm, only to discover that we have been pinching ourselves in our sleep. The dream itself does not have to be accepted or rejected in terms of any of its content. It resists definition. Where do we dream? Where is a “place”? It is our own habitual activity which is separating, contracting, seeking, suffering, imagining, and calling all of this into form and giving it a kind of reality. When this is seen, felt, and welcomed without recoil, without grasping or turning away, then our inherent freedom “resumes” as the ordinary and natural state of being.
"the dirtbag shower is always on Cold" a CAMP 4 COLLECTIVE production for NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC Directed: Renan Ozturk and Jimmy Chin Produced by: Jimmy Chin Edited by: Renan Ozturk Cinematography by: Renan Ozturk, Mikey Schaefer, Tim Kemple and Jimmy Chin Description: A behind the scenes adventure with photographer Jimmy Chin as he attempts to do justice to the cutting edge of climbing today in Yosemite for a National Geographic cover story. Music: Green Button Music "As The Clock Turns" "The Museum" GreenButtonMusic.com Random Rab "K'Khana" (Featuring Rigzin) "The Alienist" MySpace.com/RandomRabMusic
..."You cannot control your thoughts, and you cannot control your feelings, because there is no controller. You are your thoughts and your feelings, and they are running along, running along, running along. Just sit and watch them. There they go. You are still breathing, aren't you? Still growing your hair; still seeing and hearing. Are you doing that? Is breathing something that you DO? Do you see? Do you organize the operations of your eyes, and know exactly how to work those rods and cones in the retina? Do you DO that? It happens, and it is a happening. Your breathing is happening. Your thinking is happening. Your feeling is happening. Your hearing, your seeing, the clouds are happening across the sky. The sky is happening blue; the sun is happening shining. There it is: all this happening.
May I introduce you? This is yourself. This is a vision of who you really are, and the way you really function. You function by happening, that is to say, by spontaneous occurrence. This is not a state of affairs that you should realize. I cannot possibly preach about it to you, because the minute you start thinking 'I should understand that,' the stupid notion that 'I' should bring it about arises again, when there is no 'you' to bring it about. That is why I am not preaching. You can only preach to egos. All I can do is talk about WHAT IS. It amuses me to talk about what is because it is wonderful. I love it, and therefore I like to talk about IT. If I get paid for it, it is because sensible people get paid for doing what they enjoy doing. My whole approach is not to convert you, not to make you over, not to improve you, but for you to discover that if you really knew the way you were, things would be sane. However, you cannot do that. You cannot make that discovery because you are in your own way so long as you think 'I' am 'I,' so long as that hallucination blocks it. The hallucination disappears only in the realization of its own futility, when at last you see that you cannot make yourself over." ~Alan Watts...
Art by: Shawn Hocking
Julia Snowboarding Sparks Lake, a black diamond run on the Northwest side of Mt. Bachelor in April 2008 on a Bluebird Day. Songs are "Nessaja" by European techno band Scooter, and "Elevation" by U2.
I never get tired of this song. It makes me smile every time. :-)
Iba caminando por las calles empapadas en olvido.
Iba por los parques con fantasmas y con ángeles caídos.
Iba sin luz, iba sin sol,
iba sin un sentido,
iba muriéndome.
Iba volando sobre el mar
con las alas rotas.
Ay amor apareciste en mi vida
y me curaste las heridas.
Ay amor eres mi luna, eres mi sol,
eres mi pan de cada día
Apareciste con tu luz.
No, nunca te vayas,
oh, no te vayas, no
Tú eres la gloria de los dos
hasta la muerte.
En un mundo de ilusión,
yo estaba desahuciado,
yo estaba abandonado.
Vivía sin sentido,
pero llegaste tú.
Ay, amor tú eres mi religión.
Tú eres luz, tú eres mi sol.
Abre el corazón,
abre el corazón.
Hace tanto tiempo corazón,
vivía en el dolor, en el olvido.
Ay, amor eres mi bendición, mi religión,
eres mi sol que cura el frío.
Apareciste con tu luz,
no, no, no me abandones.
No, nunca mi amor.
Gloria de los dos,
tú eres sol, tu eres mi todo
toda tú eres bendición.
En un mundo de ilusión
yo estaba desahuciado,
yo estaba abandonado.
Vivía sin sentido,
pero llegaste tú.
Ay, amor tú eres mi religión.
Tú eres luz, tú eres mi sol.
Abre el corazón, abre el corazón.
Ay, amor tú eres mi bendición.
Tú eres luz, tú eres mi sol.
Abre el corazón, abre abre el corazón.
Viviré siempre a tu lado con tu luz.
oh, oh, oh
Moriré estando a tu lado,
eres gloria y bendición,
oh, oh, oh
Eres tu mi bendición.
Eres tú mi religión, yee.
oh, oh, oh
Eres tú mi eternidad,
y hasta eres salvación.
oh, oh, oh
No tenia nada.
Y hoy te tengo con la gloria,
con la gloria, con la gloria.
amor, amor, amor, amor, amor
Eres tú mi bendición.
Eres mi luz, eres mi sol.
I was walking on the oblivion-drenched streets I wandered through parks with ghosts and fallen angels I was without light, without sun(shine) I had no direction, I was dying I was flying over the sea With broken wings
Oh my love, you came into my life And healed my wounds Oh my love, you’re my moon, you’re my sun You’re my daily bread
You appeared with your light No, don’t ever go Oh, don’t go, no You’re the glory of the two of us Till death
In an illusion world I was a hopeless case I was abandoned My life made no sense But then you arrived
Oh my love, you’re my religion You’re light, you’re my sun Open your heart, open your heart
A long time ago my sweetheart I was living in pain, in oblivion Oh my love, you’re a blessing, my religion You’re the sun which cures from cold
You appeared with your light No, no, no, don't leave me No, never my darling Glory of the two of us You’re my sun, you’re my everything All of you is a blessing
In an illusion world I was a hopeless case I was abandoned My life made no sense, but then you arrived
Oh my love, you’re my religion You’re light, you’re my sun Open your heart, open your heart
Oh my love, you’re a blessing You’re light, you’re my sun Open your heart, open your heart
I’ll live by your side always, with your light Oh oh oh I’ll die next to you You’re a glory and a blessing
Oh oh oh You’re a blessing You’re my religion, yee Oh oh oh
You’re my eternity And you’re even salvation Oh oh oh
I had nothing And now I have you with the glory With the glory, with the glory Love, love, love, love, love
Walk it with the father Talk it with the son Baby got vision child Like a loaded gun She use my body Like carrion crow Doing our transmission thing On dust radio Baby call the number Nobody left in town Baby paint skulls and constellations on the ground Where she lay me gently, she lay me slow Somebody receiving up there On dust radio Walk it with the spirit Talk it with the spine Mama sing "Open up yourself when worlds align" My Secret Jesus, The Good Red Road On blood antenna And dust radio
Until I write my own personal theme song, this one will do just fine. David Bowie performing Never Get Old from his 2003 album, Reality. This is from September 8, 2003 at Riverside Studio in England.
Better take care
Think I better go, better get a room
Better take care of me
Again and again
I think about this and I think about personal history
Better take care
I breathe so deep when the movie gets real
When the star turns round
Again and again
He looks me in the eye says he's got his mind on a countdown 3-2-1
Forever
I'm screaming that I'm gonna be living on till the end of time
Forever
The sky splits open to a dull red skull
My head hangs low 'cause it's all over now
And there's never gonna be enough money
And there's never gonna be enough drugs
And I'm never ever gonna get old
There's never gonna be enough bullets
There's never gonna be enough sex
And I'm never ever gonna get old
So I'm never ever gonna get high
And I'm never ever gonna get low
And I'm never ever gonna get old
Better take care The moon flows on to the edges of the world because of you Again and again And I'm awake in an age of light living it because of you Better take care I'm looking at the future solid as a rock because of you Again and again Wanna be here and I wanna be there Living just like you, living just like me Forever Putting on my gloves and bury my bones in the marshland Forever Think about my soul but I don't need a thing just the ring of the bell in the pure clean air And I'm running down the street of life And I'm never gonna let you die And I'm never ever gonna get old And I'm never ever gonna get I'm never ever gonna get I'm never ever gonna get old And I'm never ever gonna get And I'm never ever gonna get Never ever gonna get old
I am not I. I am this one, walking beside me whom I do not see, whom at times I manage to visit, and whom at other times I forget; who remains calm and silent while I talk, and forgives, gently, when I hate, who walks where I am not, who will remain standing when I die.
Yo no soy yo Soy este que va a mi lado sin yo verlo; que, a veces, voy a ver, y que, a veces, olvido. El que calla, sereno, cuando hablo, el que perdona, dulce, cuando odio, el que pasea por donde no estoy, el que quedará en pié cuando yo muera.
The purpose of fish traps is to catch fish. When the fish are caught, the traps are forgotten. The purpose of rabbit snares is to catch rabbits. When the rabbits are caught, the snares are forgotten. The purpose of words is to convey ideas. When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten. Where is the man who has forgotten all words. He is the one I would like to speak with.
~ Chuang Tzu ~
Photo from Ankgor Watt, Cambodia by Keith April 2011
On the slow train time does not interfere & at the Arabian crossing waits White Heap, the man from the newspaper & behind him the hundred Inevitables made of solid rock & stone -- the Cream Judge & the Clown -- the doll house where Savage Rose & Fixable live simply in their wild animal luxury . . . . Autumn, with two zeros above her nose arguing over the sun being dark or Bach is as famous as its commotion & that she herself -- not Orpheus -- is the logical poet "I am the logical poet" she screams "Spring? Spring is only the beginning!" she attempts to make Cream Judge jealous by telling him of down-to-earth people & while the universe is erupting, she points to the slow train & prays for rain and for time to interfere -- she is not extremely fat but rather progressively unhappy . . . . the hundred Inevitables hide their predictions & go to bars & drink & get drunk in their very special conscious way & when tom dooley, the kind of person you think you've seen before, comes strolling in with White Heap, the hundred Inevitables all say "who's that man who looks so white?" & the bartender, a good boy & one who keeps the buffalo in his mind, says, "I don't know, but I'm sure I've seen the other fellow someplace" & when Paul Sargent, a plainclothes man from 4th street, comes in at three in the morning & busts everybody for being incredible, nobody really gets angry -- just a little illiterate most people get & Rome, one of the hundred Inevitables whispers "I told you so" to Madam John . . . Savage Rose & Fixable are bravely blowing kisses to the Jade Hexagram Carnaby Street & to all the mysterious juveniles & the Cream Judge is writing a book on the true meaning of a pear -- last year. he wrote one on famous dogs of the civil war & now he has false teeth & no children . . . . when the Cream met Savage Rose & Fixable, he was introduced to them by none other than Lifelessness -- Lifelessness is the Great Enemy & always wears a hip guard -- he is very hipguard . . . . Lifelessness said when introducing everybody "go save the world" & "involvement! that's the issue" & things like that & Savage Rose winked at Fixable & the Cream went off with his arm in a sling singing "summertime & the livin is easy" . . . . the Clown appears -- puts a gag over Autumn's mouth and says "there are two kinds of people -- simple people & normal people" this usually gets a big laugh from the sandpit & White Heap sneezes -- passes out & rips open Autumn's gag & says "What do you mean you're Autumn and without you there'd be no spring! you fool! without spring, there'd be no you! what do you think of that???." then Savage Rose & Fixable come by & kick him in the brains & color him pink for being a phony philosopher -- then the Clown comes by and screams "You phony philosopher!" & jumps on his head -- Paul Sargent comes by again in an umpire's suit & some college kid who's read all about Nietzsche comes by & says "Neitzsche never wore an umpire's suit" & Paul says "You wanna buy some cloths, kid?" & then Rome & John come out of the bar & they're going up to Harlem . . . . we are singing today of the WIPE-OUT GANG -- the WIPE-OUT GANG buys, owns & operates the Insanity Factory -- if you do not know where the Insanity Factory is located, you should hereby take two steps to the right, paint your teeth & go to sleep . . . . the songs on this specific record are not so much songs but rather exercises in tonal breath control. . . . the subject matter -- though meaningless as it is -- has something to do with the beautiful strangers . . . . the beautiful strangers, Vivaldi's green jacket & the holy slow train you are right john cohen -- quazimodo was right -- mozart was right. . . . I cannot say the word eye any more . . . . when I speak this word eye, it is as if I am speaking of somebody's eye that I faintly remember . . . . there is no eye -- there is only a series of mouths -- long live the mouths -- your rooftop -- if you don't already know -- has been demolished . . . . eye is plasma & you are right about that too -- you are lucky -- you don't have to think about such things as eye & rooftops & quazimodo.
---Bob Dylan---Liner notes on "Highway 61 Revisited"
Let Hailey be your guide to the Green Lakes and Fall Creek.....the most popular hike near Bend, Oregon. Music is "Pump Me Up" by Edwin Yearwood and Krosfyah.
Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars. – V. Nabokov
A typical night at Bhodi's Place in Kampot, Cambodia. A balmy, black night, millions of stars, chill and happy backpackers, a warm salt river with phosphorescent algae, Khmer blues music, strong drinks and the sweet smell of reefers.
"So then, here's the drama. My metaphysics, let me be perfectly frank with you, are that there is the central Self, you could call it God you could call it anything you like. And its all of us. Its playing all the parts of all beings whatsoever everywhere and anywhere.
And its playing the game of hide and seek with itself. It gets lost, it gets involved in the farthest out adventures but in the end it always wakes up, and comes back to itself. And when you're ready to wake up, you're gonna wake up. And if you're not ready your gonna stay pretending that you're poor little me."
with background music by Kitaro- "Endless Water" and "Tree" from his album "Ki"
The Wind could carry me on the last part of my Journey, if I become light enough, by letting go of the few things I am still clinging to.....that still believe in Gravity. — photo at Crater Lake National Park by Julia.
My favorite Roxy Music tune. I love the split personality theme here. and the message.
"Surely you cannot be leading me on?
Well if that's so, however can I love again?
How could I believe again?
How can I hold on? Sentimental fool Knowing that fate is cruel, You ought to forget it.
Yes, I know it's true,
I've seen what love can do,
But I don't regret it. Oh, you silly thing-- Don't you see what's happening? You're better without it.
No, that's not the case--
If you were in my place,
You never would doubt it. Sentimental fool Who broke the golden rule, You couldn't resist it.
Though it's all in vain,
I'd do it all again
Just to relive a minute.
A woman in love
Can make you feel good--
You know what you're living for.
She'll give you so much
And keep you in touch
With all that's worth living for.
Oh once she gets in
Through thick and through thin
She'll show you what living's for.
The rhythm of love
It must go on
Can't stop.
The beat of your heart
Is like a drum
Will it stop?"
Irya's Playground is a Swedish indie rock band with occasional electronica undertones that made its Top Five hit album debut in 2008. Based in Stockholm, Sweden, the band is comprised of Irya Gmeyner (vocals), Erik Nilsson (drums), Pange Öberg (bass), Ludvig Rylander (keyboards), Jon Bergström (guitar), and David Calgaro (guitar).
TRIX - a collaboration between Cirkus Cirkör and The Orion Theatre.
The show was a wonderful mixture of Swedish and International artists - acrobats, tight-wire walkers, aerial acrobats, mime artists, a wizard, a juggler, a contortionist and a the who makes the impossible - possible.
Also on stage was - the amazing URGA - a Swedish band whose roots are in rock, ska, reggae, folk music, dub and punk!
Their music combined with theatre and circus produces a show filled with magic, action, humour and beauty.
