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.
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.