July 1st, 2017
she brays in the play “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf”..
I ask do we have
time for this play
or another play.
Do we have time
to ponder why
some one does
Do we mine our
thoughts in a time
Yes Lying Liars.
Does Aristotle matter?
Do we need to know
the classics or
will they die with
In time of war
all the culture
Can we learn
how to load a
or run from
who wears a vest
loaded with explosives.
Or are we ready to
fight for what
we believe in or
are we willing
like Cato to
fall on our sword
for our leader.
Who will lead in this land o chaos
is there a way
the way in?
July 1, 2017
June 16th, 2017
The Waves was a project I did 40 years ago. The adaption was a project where I worked on the deconstruction of a text by Woolf (Chapter #1). In 1978 as a young artist working in theater I was in search of women’s voices for the stage—frankly there were few available for me to discover except in literature. Woolf and Stein were two writers I turned to and found by working on their texts I could begin to understand the sound of language which for me became equal to the importance of the narrative. I saw through this work on the text of THE WAVES (Chapter #1)that organizing the sound of a text was a means to the end for my thinking. The WAVES is a look at what I was searching for 40 years ago—We plan on sharing this text with our audience here in Hudson on July 14th, 2017. This event is a members only event.
June 15th, 2017
Long time since I have checked into the blog part of this site. Why so absent? Life and Art collide sometimes. The time is filled with things that take me away from thinking. The landscape has been stolen by greed. This new century is hard to define as one lives it—the markers are indistinguishable—hard to read what is going on and where we have been and where we are going. We live in serious times. The future for some seems impossible and hope is worn out like a tired shoe–all scuffed and frayed around the edges. Refugee–Immigrant–Migrant–all take on new meanings. We know the climate has changed and yet we can’t change–we think it is summer and yet it is hyper-summer—one day we sweat from intense heat and the next we are so cold…..it is like the political temperament of our land—irrational.
I have a lot I am thinking about and wonder if ……yes “if” as in what if or how if or then if or if cares or if cries or if thinks. We go on. Thank you for all your eyes on these words…….
May 15th, 2017
Last Men In Aleppo— is a hard pill to swallow.
The movie is so worth the time to see and to understand the devastation of a place in the world that has been bombed by Russia, Syria (their own government) & USA.
It shows the people who work to rescue the innocent and it shows the view of city that is virtually rubble.
Why we sit idly by is the question– as this nation is blown apart?? (is there an answer)?
If you have the will and the stomach this movie is very worth the time.
This is a deeply troubling movie to say the least.
To see THE LAST MEN IN ALEPPO is to be a witness to the time in which we are living.
Aleppo is nearly no more and the people have so little choice.
This is a crisis and the refugees need to be embraced.
My deep gratitude to the movie makers who risked their lives to capture these events.
Last Men In Aleppo Movie at TSL. screening May 18-28 www.timeandspace.org
May 12th, 2017
New work at TSL Art Gallery space featuring Wayne Montecalvo.
The show called Blotched Surface is up on the walls of TSL.
Wayne spent time in Japan and the work is the result of beautiful images on paper as well as other images treated with various surfaces that treat images by laying one thing on top of another.
Wayne has the love of image that emerges through the blending of surfaces—-it reminds me of the photographic process when you put the exposed paper in the chemicals and watch it come to life in the the dark room’s light—it is magic and memory—things printed and unstable—-like life.
The Montecalvo’s show is up now—-there will be a celebration of his work on May 28 Sunday 6pm to 8pm
Rob Caldwell will be on hand with some music and refreshments are available.
Yes— see you at TSL. www.timeandspace.org
May 8th, 2017
We are witness to time
we record this
and digest this
We put this moment
in context to
that we do not
then we like
Hegel have seen
horseback in Jena.
We have witnessed
that we intuitively
and at the same time
do not know.
Hegel called it
as he saw it
The world spirit
May 6th, 2017
William Gass (philosopher) on TRINITY
3 Spaces matter in my life:
They are my Trinity.
1.The pane of a window,
2. the white of the page,
3.the black of the board.
Nice ideas from one of the great philosophers.
William Gass was a professor at Purdue University when I was a student there.
I will never forget him speaking out on the cold day in the fall of 1965.
There he stood on the public Square speaking out against the war in Vietnam.
These times one never forgets.
These people one never forgets—
yes these who take stands
so we might hear and see clearer.
Thank you William Gass.
May 5th, 2017
THIS IS NOT A WALL is being constructed at TSL now.
I am working on a new piece.
It is just some thinking and showing ideas on a wall at TSL.
I am looking for answers even though I know them —I still think I need to look for them.
I think of time and space and know that it is limited yet I seek to remember that the limits are what define us.
Without the limits and the danger of losing the idea of time and space we do nothing.
These limits motivate us to some kind of discovery.
And now we are engaged in a perpetual war.
This war is consuming our soul.
Without recognition of this war we have become a cruel spirit.
THIS IS NOT A WALL. dedicated to Wittgenstein.
May 1st, 2017
May 1, 2017. I have been away from the blog for a time. The recent movie making activity here at TSL has taken a lot of time during the month of April. Patrick Wang has been here with his cast and crew making 2 movies. The spaces here at TSL have been used including other sites that we occupy in Hudson, NY. TSL has become a place in the Hudson Valley that supports independent movies—-not only do we screen hundreds of Indy movies but we have been the site that makes space available to movie producers, directors, and administrative support.
Up coming for the spring and summer —TSL plans on providing movie screenings at GREEN KILL in Kingston to make more INDY movies available (especially “art related”. The first movie set for May is on Agnes Martin.
IN addition to the expansion to Kingston— TSL will be hosting a “ MOVIE SHORTS” Festival in July.
If you are not a member of TSL it is key to our support.
We are more than independent in more ways than one.
TSL asks support of our important space.
TSL has an “apprentice program”–an “archive project”–and a “performance workshop” in the works.
If you want to know more contact.
Linda Mussmann email@example.com
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.