Saturday, October 31, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
most people, if asked, would've said that this moment was inevitable...
last saturday juliette, james' girlfriend, expressed that she didn't want to share her space with me; not for 6 months, at any rate----that she wanted to go back to the way her life was before i arrived [which is not possible even if i left tomorrow]...
so...basically i'm seeking a place to live for 4 nights/week, during the times when juliette returns to norwich. james' brother has offered his place till december 1st, when he gets an official lodger. i'm taking him up on it! but then what? i've been reflecting pretty hard about what has come up for me...and not really getting anywhere, honestly...
why has having a home been such a constant struggle? either sold out, priced out or kicked out...my thomas moore reading has influenced me towards an archetypal reading of my situation: i have no home, and attract such treatment through a combustible mixture of being poor and not knowing myself... in a 'new age' way, these two share the same root. having a home is having a place is having a self. i can accept this: i haven't paid into life enough to join it and reap the, not necessarily material, bounty. and not knowing myself means that others can't either. what do i tell them? what's my literal and figurative story? now, i can really see this dynamic! there's nothing people despise/fear more than the unknown, whether it's projected onto death or foreigners.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
if i had an image editing program, i'd draw a line from the 'a' flag on the map, which represents about where i started my walk in the town of acle, up to the fork in the river just below where it says 'thurne'; hugging the river most of the way. about 8mi. total.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
or so i thought...looking up from my current reading, thomas moore's 'a life at work---the joy of discovering what you were born to do', i noticed that i had no idea where i was [in my physical plane coordinates as well as soul] ! then i found out i was heading to norwich airport instead of sprowston, where i'm staying!
mmm...do i really wish to go to the airport [as in leave]? do more wandering [is that even possible]? or is the message: get your nose out of a book and into real life?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
can't say any more than that....maybe except for the faded memory of my postmodern art school days when, in my video classes, i remember being told that, 'video is the language of the future'. i think technology, from pocket-sized cameras to youtube, has caught up with that statement and made it true. after all, i've just illustrated the point: i had an experience that i don't know enough about to explain, but i can show a piece of my experience to you via this video...picture worth 1000 words....how much is a video worth?
Saturday, October 17, 2009
i'm at the stage where my map knowledge, visual knowledge and memory of norwich's streets all do not quite coincide; so it's a bit dream-like to wander around...an act of intuition rather than logic or planning. don't get me wrong, i do get around with intent...just not always in the way i wanted to...'oh, i'm here...'
anecdotally, i've found, in my wanderings through various medieval downtowns [norwich included], that there is a peasant roundness about the streets...and that, eventually, all roads lead to the center, whether it is geometrical, spiritual [cathedral], or social/commercial [market/square]. things are where you'd think---if you're thinking like a medieval city dweller...
so, here i'll risk a second adolescence and share my 'deep' inner thoughts. i scrape away some navel lint:
during a wander i came upon a place i remember not knowing from when i first arrived in norwich one month ago; before i even had a container, a context to put it in. here was a space that had yet to be formulated/represented in my mind and connected to other spaces that were already formed within.
then...i really felt that i was experiencing spatially what we all face temporally in trying to describe, re-live, make sense out of our distant pasts [childhoods]---within the same lifetime and even across life times, if you believe in reincarnation. the 'container' could, in this case, be called language with the 'spaces' and 'streets' being synaptic connections between neurons in the brain.
in the same vein, i thought of trauma victims being presented with difficulties that couldn't all be processed/understood in that moment [or even across multiple moments], thus creating a 'remainder' or overflow of free-floating experiences/memories which couldn't be understood [like a mental free-radical]; that didn't 'connect' literally, with other mental schema which would make them more 'processed' or more easily assimilated into the system [digestive-system style]...perhaps even becoming a 'not me' foreign invader that needed to be attacked [immune-system style]...
in sum, really i was reflecting on what happens when we're given any kind of experience before we are able to understand it, or even have the tools with which to do so...that's all...sorry! this chain of thoughts was much better in my head-----where it probably should've remained...
Friday, October 16, 2009
even though i'd had a headache all day which continued through the night, i'm very glad we not only went, but stayed for two sets...you can get an idea of his general musicianship from the video: impossible harmonica playing, driving stomping rhythm with foot and guitar, spoons on the leg, sensitive lyrics, meandering stories and a very, almost zen, gentleness.
his way of dealing with a quite inconsiderate group at the bar was subtle; so much so that they missed the point, unfortunately...one drunkard was actually holding up the start of the second set. she repeatedly wanted to give rory a pair of spoons to which he replied, 'nah, that's alright, love...got plenty at home...you hang onto 'em and practice...you get better...' without any malice or sarcasm...very poetic [for me, obviously]...
then...james had been storing a found door---like he does--- at his dad's house a couple of miles from the venue; so after leaving rory with a thank you wink and a 'goodbye' [had to pass him on the way out] we drove to james' dads', tied the door to the roof rack and james continued the long haul drive back to norwich. in at 3am.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
why? to fight chronic fatigue syndrome, aka, myalgic encephalomyelitis in britain. 'me' has made the news recently, having been linked with a virus.
the photo above represents an entire day's worth of nutrition: about 10 pounds of fruit and vegetables. [yes, an expensive proposition] then, all is chopped up and fed into the juicer [the same kind as jay and mel have]. realize that he's been hauling around either the juicer, in the case of carnac, or multiple liter bottles of juice, most days!
it provokes wonder in me that chlorophyll and hemoglobin are like yin and yang of each other---similar consistency; opposite in color; opposite in function: transporting co2 and o2 in opposite directions; one is plant, one is animal
voila! cheers, mate to the green moustache! james wanted the caption to this photo to be 'got calcium?' in reference to the fact that we've been conditioned by the dairy industry that calcium equals milk or cheese; meanwhile, your average leafy green contains far more, and far more bioavailable [more able to be absorbed by the body], calcium---amongst many other nutrients:
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
but this week's excuse to be in a church is perhaps the most cunning: circus night!!!
i found them on myspace. gather together each wednesday and work on your circus skills: juggling, hoola-hooping, unicycling, stilt-walking, etc. [sometimes more than one at a time] secretly i've been wishing for a group of this nature, heck, a school system of this nature! how much better off would we be if we learned circus skills as children? [well, you know my totally biased answer]...actually i should ask the kid in the group; he's about 12...and seemingly a fine spirit...how nice it was, even for a mediocre juggler, for me to have something to teach!
i look forward to next week!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
all day saturday, culminating in an evening concert, i 'sang' with the raucus norfolk gallery quire [pictured from their website: http://www.wyldesnoyse.co.uk/foe/quire.html
the music, i was told, was an english parent to shape note singing in america. four parts sung pretty much as loudly as one can. robust! very fun! [that's why the victorians told them to stop, according to music director, chris gutteridge] like becoming a pipe organ with 15 other people---recommended! i really thought of my friend hugh a lot...
the program was named 'church going' after the philip larkin poem, whose last stanza i'll include:
A serious house on serious earth it is, In whose blent air all our compulsions meet, Are recognised, and robed as destinies. And that much never can be obsolete, Since someone will forever be surprising A hunger in himself to be more serious, And gravitating with it to this ground, Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in, If only that so many dead lie round.
an earlier stanza wonders what churches will become after no one worships in them---a present problem in england. the present answer is for curches to become cafes, museums and music venues. norwich, with the highest concentration of stone churches in europe also has a high concentration of...cafes, museums and music venues!
Monday, October 5, 2009
let's set the exterior scene----here's the smaller dolmen of the two:
the larger of the two:
here are engravings inside the tumulus. maybe its just my tactile nature, but it was in here that i found the most 'connection' and communion with the stones...and/or with the people who put them there. the sense of sanctuary which is inevitable inside a stone tomb surely added to this sensation.
lastly at the fruitful dolmens de mane-kerioned, james plays schiziod tour guide and can subsequently never run for public office:
dolmen=standing stones with a table stone horizontally across them.
tumulus=a burial mound [think tomb]
next day...the meat of the trip...
having seen the main attractions of carnac----the alignements---we returned to the route des alignements and kept on driving east. a curious sign on the side of the road---a tumulus restaurant 150 meters [mmm...indian food]...but was there a tumulus for the restaurant to name itself after? yes, it turned out! here i must applaud the french priorities; in america, an attraction gets a gaudy gift shop...in carnac, the stones get restaurants!
through a stone gatehouse with honors system box, on our way to the tumulus of kercado, james being james, we stopped to harvest a bounty of chestnuts to bring back to the gourmands in devon. through another stone gate into a solemn, dare i say sacred, space:
simultaneously, we experienced a peace oozing from the landscape and walked a bit in search of the source; we both resolved to retire in france...our 401[k]'s laugh!
in the car again...we see the head of a hiking trail not included on the tourist map. the hike is longer than we'd anticipated, but retrospectively worth it in order to find the 'giant'---the largest standing stone in the area! what is it about us humans that makes it so easy for us to idolize a large singularity [think of pyramids, obelisks and/or michael jackson]? below, in the video, see james and i being all too human: