March 28th, 2017
Lying Liars were everywhere.
Those liars are ranting and raving and creating a landslide of hocus pocus here there and everywhere.
It was a kind of crazy time —this now.
Post modern stuff smeared everywhere like snake oil.
They – we – us had appropriated everything.
No one owned anything.
Democracy on speed some said.
And why not?
We had genetically altered the tomato and had made other advances in science (fish that acted like mice) and so on—meanwhile — I am still taking out the garbage and emptying the cat box.
Somehow not everything is equal.
I heard Dick Cheney this morning on the radio—talking crazy—he said: We should declare an act of war on Russia for Putin messing with our elections—wow!!! what kind of crazy talk is this!!!!!— was this the former Vice President of the United States talking crazy??? —how many elections have we meddled with in our long history of playing tilt with the pinball machine named the world stage???—how many dictators have we supported in lands far from our shores??? (Remember Iraq? Iran? Vietnam?)(to name a few).
Whew!!!…just when you thought that is was safe to lift the shade and check the landscape—clearly there is danger still—it was this message from Dick who was traveling in INDIA making speeches about Russia and elections—that made me pull the shade down and shake my head in dismay.
What was I thinking?
I was not thinking clearly–the message had given me blur in the brain.
Quickly I grabbed my tin foil and wrapped it around my head—to avoid more signals coming from aliens and far away places.
I was soon back in the cave and safe from more interventions from out there.
The tin foil made me feel like a baked potato but it was a way to protect my lively and creative brain from interference .
I had a long list of fears and Dick Cheney was one of them.
Maybe this new heart that he had installed had not had enough time to give Cheney some soul—some empathy…Yes !!! always the question for me— “When Dick got his new heart was he the same old Dick or a new Dick?”
It seems like not much has changed.
March 19th, 2017
Is he still in the office?
We thought about this question every day.
And the days dragged on and on.
What were we to do with this information as we watched Rome burn while Nero fiddled.
What were we thinking when we laughed as the invisible become visible.
He reminded us that his foot was not small even though his hands were tiny.
What happened to America.
It has taken over two hundred and forty-one years to watch it fall.
How do we catch it?
If America falls like Humpty Dumpty? (Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall and had a great fall and all the kings men and all the kings horses could not put Humpty Dumpty together again)—so now we find ourselves in the same boat trying to keep Humpty Dumpty on the wall —for when he falls so do we all—one thing we are certain of is that history repeats itself over and over…..
now we are engaged in a World War I style of repeating—it is just not so obvious—because the globe has merged and lines/boundaries are not as clearly marked and easy to distinguish this from that.
NOW is about super powers exerting their power over the powerless and engaging the powerless in war which has caused the little people to be crushed and blamed.
So the order of the day is to crush and to blame.
The crush is on the rise as is the military budget (that the Powerful proposes). In addition we watch things being dismantled and stolen before our eyes.
We are invaded at home by SWAT teams and the deregulators of Wall Street.
We watch the lives of some matter and others not.
Now we are in a kind of trap.
The trap is going to get us all.
We need to stand up to the hunters and say we are not bait for the agenda that is on the rise.
What is the point of health care if there is no future.
We need to take ourselves out of the perpetual war game and come home build and fix our house so we have a future.
If we have no future then what is the point of health care? (I repeat)
This is a double edge sword.
Or will we be assigned to be Nero’s playing our fiddle as we watch Rome burn.
March 18th, 2017
Sometimes I get tired of thinking about my own thinking. So here is a quote by Mike Kelly from an article in the New York Times Oct. 12, 2013.
Mike Kelly says: “We’re living in the postmodern age, the death of the avant-garde. So all I can do now is work with this dominant culture and flay it, rip it apart, reconfigure it, expose it—because popular culture is really invisible. People are really visually illiterate. They learn to read in school, but they don’t learn to decode images.”
So Mike you have said these things and in my opinion you are right. It is very hard to know how to respond to these moments that we witness. Now it is March 18, 2017. We are even more engaged in the swamp and the morass of chaos and with an audience that is pretty much absent. Seeing is believing for the moment in these times—seeing without a critical eye is like a kind of insane blindness that has descended upon us and our nation. If this is the case we have to find the shovels of our time and start digging our way to some kind of truth. We now are in an era of lying liars. Remember this is the centennial of the Russian Revolution.
(speaking of shovels—we dig out of our own snowstorm here in Hudson, NY)
March 7th, 2017
Some how seeing is not believing. I am thinking that I am seeing but what I am seeing I am not believing. Illusion is real and real is illusion.
I was thinking about dreaming and the difference between the dream state and the awake state. Dreaming and being awake are hard to balance in these times that we now are living. If there was a war that we could see up close it would be a kind of marker —before the war and after the war—but the war that we are now fighting is one that is perpetual and never ending. We have been at war so long that it is hard to remember when we were not at war. ….there was the 2003 date when we invaded Iraq…..now 14 years have passed…..without an end…..in the meantime so much blood shed….all these words seem so trite.
What happened is hard to know for certain—to think we sit here in America and try to imagine what it is like in Iraq or Syria ??
I write this to make a note to self—of time and how it passes and that I am witness to these things.
It is even hard to know what is happening next door here or in the next town —isolation is key to control—people protest and shout—but the horse is out of the barn—we still seek to lock the door.
Now we are in the hands of a new regime and wonder how did this happen to America.
It happens and our lives change in an instant.
Yes it is real and some prefer to sleep or get some pain killers to make things a bit more pleasing.
What am I thinking now? Hard to put all of these thoughts together when the stone and the pitcher argue—all I know is that it is not good for the pitcher when the stone is thrown.
February 26th, 2017
In the meantime we watch things being dismantled. The house we used to live in is no longer a house with windows or doors.
We have had to give up some things to live here and the ways to get in and the ways to get out and the ways to see in and the ways to see out are no longer available as part of our lives.
We will have to look for alternatives and create another kind of house.
But what will that be?—while we give up some rights (to enter/exit/see in/ see out/) it is hard to know which way to turn our sights?
It is hard to build when things are falling apart so fast.
But this is the way that things happen sometimes — yes— things are not so neat and orderly like a bank statement or a list for a dinner party—no sometimes there is no rhyme or reason for things to happen.
When I was little a tornado took everything away–my family and I were thrust into the 20th century with a big twister—we left the 19th century in moments. Tears were shed and grief was part of growing up–but in the long run things were built—but there was a community to support this and a family that spanned the midwestern landscape—-government was not as helpful as the community to put things back together–now we have another community to build and in building that community we have to rebuild the house. How are we doing?
February 17th, 2017
Warburg Library was the genius of Aby Warburg—heir of Warburg wealth who died 1929. Aby arranged books not by alphabet catalogue instead….it is catalogued according to themes…” the methodology of serendipity is what its all about, and the methodology of serendipity is responsible for great ideas.”
Ah! for the love of serendipity—it is the pleasure of chaos that allows things to come together at moments when things seem to be coming apart at the seams. We stitch the cloth together to come up with the whole idea but it is the pieces and the bits that lay about that make the picture complete. Hat’s off to the Warburg clan and to the love of the storage of books sorted by themes—and not the dreaded alphabet.
My library is organized that way—the alphabet never has served me well—ever since the 5th grade I gave it up as another kind of dictatorship—it was imprinted on my young mind that the dictionary was a kind of ruler that organized things for some and not for others. We some of us like to bend the rules and in bending the rules we find another way to enter the world of states and situations—some fit us and some don’t. We some of us are odd ducks who organize the day by themes rather than by the appointments of the day——somehow what ever the plan is/was there is a better one that more often than not walks in the door and sits at my lap and begs for my attention—and like a sweet slice of pie — I take the bait.
February 12th, 2017
Oh so now so what so? Where have I been? This is the question. I have been thinking of time and space and space and time –this is a complex sentence—lots to say and think as we face the 21st century—a century that some say looks like other centuries—but I think we are in a new time of centuries. Perhaps this one we have never seen before—this is beyond Napoleon or Robespierre–we are under the huge boot called capitalism—the corporate class is something that Marx has yet to dream—so here we are and now we need to take our spoons and start digging —the question is which way to we dig in or out.
Some think we are on the verge of another war. Some think we are on the edge of the turn. The questions are mostly rhetorical. These conundrums swirl around like icing on a birthday cake. They (questions) swirl–a kind of eye candy —all sugar and no substance. We dance with the dreams of those that have gone through this turnstile and wonder what they had in mind when they romanced one another and made us their children of this time. We seek to find….we toss and turn…we thread the needle—and dream of the camel and the rich man and wonder who will enter the heavenly gates.
Oh my and so now and so what? It is February 12th—the day of our Lincoln’s birthday. February 17th comes Claudia’s birthday. Time the illusive sieve….we long to hold it and yet like quick-silver it runs down a sloping board—says Virginia Woolf.
January 22nd, 2017
Women’s Protest March January 21, 2017
Claudia Bruce and I went to New York City and spent the day marching for the rights of women and the rights of all—January 21, 2017— It is now way over-time for “WOMEN” to be seen and heard. We have waited far too long to speak out and to stand up for our rights.
We need respect.
We need to be a voice in the room
—a voice in the government
—a voice at the bank
—a voice in all rooms not just the bedroom
or the kitchen
but the boardrooms all across America and the World…it is a great time for a populist movement to take on a new life on the landscape of this nation and the world stage.
We have a planet at risk…..above all
AND if we are to have a future we need women to be players on this stage.
We now have inherited poisoned air, polluted water, and compromised land —all of this poison seeps into the fabric of everything we consume.
We are at a point of no return——please let us not be fooled into believing we have time.
This is the most urgent time that we will witness and if we sleep at this time and DO NOT stand up and speak out we will lose all + hope.
And it is hope that carries us forward.
The March yesterday was just the beginning of a movement for great change. The time is right . It is time and we are near the tipping point where change is going to be impossible.
It is now or never as I see it.
January 3rd, 2017
Time & Space Limited in this new year of 2017 a time of challenge and change will be adding new programs to its long list of offerings here at our space in Hudson, NY.
We kick off the new year with Cathy Wilkerson a long time activist, teacher, change maker—her work on civil rights, voter rights and her intense work to stop the Vietnam War — have brought Cathy to deep understanding of how to see the world from her lens of experience —looking back and looking forward —and casting a glance on where we are in the present will be featured this Friday Jan. 6th.
The next speaker we feature will be Dr. Marc Heller – a physician who has practiced in the area of women’s health care for over 40 years. Access for women to have abortions, birth control, and more are a topic of concern as we see the new political landscape where the right to reproductive health care for women has been a political football ever since Roe v Wade (i.e. the legal right to have an abortion) became the law of the land in the early 1970’s.
In our efforts to expand the needs of our community we have constructed more events for our TSL Members that speak directly to the concerns of our new times—this era has prompted our audience to desire discussion and access to information via the arts (i.e.) speaking, reading, performing, singing, writing, and more are part the ways to knowing and seeing the world from many points of view.
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See you soon. 2017
December 23rd, 2016
William Gass writes about the avant-garde in one of his essays in a book called FINDING A FORM. In this essay he speaks of the avant-garde’s ability to stay alive.
I think about this again and again—how does one remain on the edge—is there a way?
According to Gass this is tricky business—but one thing that he says is the most avant-garde thing to do is to say “NO”.
So on that note I will leave you today with an important artist to look at ADAM CURTIS and his new work called HYPER-NORMALISATION it is on the internet (2+hours long).
Curtis talks about what happened to artists like Jane Fonda, Pattie Smith –post Vietnam era and more—he shows via BBC clips —the deals made (characters like Reagan, Trump, Kissinger, al- Asad, banks/financial institutions etc to illustrate how democracy has been de-fanged and is virtually toothless– we have now arrived in the land of Trump and we have to figure out how to swim in these new waters of deregulation and the cash-king culture of our new century–where we have no consciousness of other—the selfie supreme land of la de da is on the rise.
I’ll have an order of chicken nuggets and a bag of cheetos please…
and don’t forget a diet coke—or shall I have a craft beer and kale salad?