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?
December 21st, 2016
This day the beginning of Winter 2016.
It is the beginning and the end marker.
A day where the light dims then gradually moves to the bright again.
The universe bends the arc of change some say.
But for somethings the bending of the arc is long or never.
Now in the time of new normal it is hard to imagine anything but the arc bending backwards.
I am not certain that the arc of justice will come again to my eyes in my life time.
I am not certain about a lot of things as are many who see the change in the political landscape risky business…but one thing I know is that my cats continue to go on as if all things are normal—but they did not vote. Sometimes I think the cats get the times just right—they know perhaps that government does not work–but they know that leaning-in on the master/mistress does work. Their (JAY JAY, TIGGY, BOBO, BUSTER, & PERCY) focus and the leaning- in seems to get more attention then complaining.
I am wondering if the leaning-in idea is a plan for revolution and change. I am thinking about how to resist and survive. Do old ways work? in the landscape of the new hyper – normal landscape of the 21st century? or are we to lay down in the public square and wail as we lose our hopes and dreams….or are we to resist and survive like Gandhi who insisted he be heard by non-violent protest. Today more citizens of Aleppo are told to evacuate. Thousands of people are homeless. This day is so dark. The universe’s arc is bending that is true–but the bend seems to be without mercy. It is hard to be hopeful when so many are on the verge of hopelessness.
December 13th, 2016
Notes & thoughts —the December Sun 20016.
Now we are in the time of post-truth–add that to post-modern as descriptions of the now time in which we live. We do live after modern. Yet people describe themselves as “modern” when it comes to thinking of the time suit they think fits them best.…..this shows you how much time it takes for the mind to move forward–in general we like to repeat or better yet just stand still.
(We have left Picasso time long ago)
The clock no matter how many we buy or look at keeps us on track when it comes to moments of the continuous present–but when we speak of time or think of time it is all kind of a mystery as to what time we are really thinking about—sometimes for me I think of three times all at once.
My parents gave me some time travel in the 19th century when they spoke of the immigrant dreams of their parents and their grandparents and how they got work done with horses and how people met to thrash the grain or built a barn together and how the women worked and cooked and canned to make life possible in that late 19th and early 20th century in America on the farms in the middle west where I came from—(and so on).
And then there was the 20th century—(I was born mid-20th century) is where I have spent the bulk of my living and thinking—here I have been influenced by the Dada period of art –followed by various wars including WW 2, Cold War, Korea, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq, Desert Storm, Drug War, the war on Women’s rights, Queer Rights, Civil Rights, Voting Rights ….but before I wonder too far off in the recollection of wars I need to return to my first thoughts about time and the 20th century….for to be sure I have been influenced by the hydrogen bomb and the potential of ending it all by the hands & minds of “man” and not by God….the existentialists where high on the list of people who brought a new philosophy to the mid 20th century thinking—-men like Sartre, Camus, and Beckett (to name a few) were writing and thinking — and they wrote plays….which brings me to the point of plays and who writes them and what are they saying???…..it is a necessary thing to write for the theater and to write something that says something….(this is an aside)…now back to the stream—So now I am thinking about post-modern-post-truth era of thinking and writing and wondering how to construct ideas for the theater that can speak of and to the times in which we live….ah! there is the rub—this is tricky business because we need to think of a multiple of times now—yes — to grasp the time in which we live–for we have less attention for deep thinking–we are beasts that now graze on the salad bar of many distractions–we have tastes that are many and forever in a state of flux…we are one moment in the moment and in another moment we are hankering to move on to another shiny thing that catches our eye—-we are impatient and roamers…..I can go on—but you get the point—to capture the attention of the post-truth-post-modern folks we require a new kind of thinking about art and philosophy….so here we are as the December Sun of 2016 moves toward the short days and we get less light. The dimming of the lights seems appropriate in these harsh times in which we live—our uncertainty is a reality.