Belated...berated
(2 recent events propelled my descent into mad primitivism)
Over Memorial Day weekend I got to visit Bone and Lola in Tampa. I love Tampa. While there we went to the Imax theatre and saw the film "Pulse" ( a STOMP production). About 1 hour of percussive tribal/world music and dance. I may have cried. No narration...just rythms. Super-duper-groovalistafying. When it was over I felt like I was coming down from some amazing endorphine enducing trance. It was a very sad feeling.
Next, we went to Clear Water. As I understand it there is a weekly event on the weekends basically like a flea-market. While walking out on a pier with Bonelola, I was suprised to see fire moving across the beach like some slithering circling serpent, and faintly could be heard the consistent tribal sounds of djembes and other drum related god -speech.
I was overjoyed to see other REAL human-beings actually being human! My tribal bruthas allowed me to share in the ritual of true existence while proffessional belly dancers and fire dancers dirvished to the drum beats. I was ecstatic. If you can't understand this then you are less than a human.
One highlight was learning a basic Indian drum pattern from the lovely Xenobia from Hip-expressions dance studio. Hopefully some similar activities will be underway when I visit over Thanksgiving weekend. If you are in the Tampa area you should check out:
hip-expressions.com
Also thanx to Jeff for letting me borrow his conga, and to Glenn for allowing me the honor of playing his bones.
10/1/05
Insomniatic Writing
The generation,suppression,conservation,and manipulation/release(expenditure?) of energy within the human body.
Focus.Channel.Direction.
Creation/Sustenance/Destruction.
Brahma/Vishnu/Shiva
Mental acuity & Physical preparedness.
Training & Improvisation.
Learning all forms but having no form.
The formless form.
Adaptability.
(Adopt, adapt and improve...motto of the round table.-John Clease)
Jeet Kun Do - the intercepting fist.("fist"=all tools, instruements,etc.)
-"Feed my will to feel this moment"
Existence in the ever-changing "now".
-"Reaching out to embrace the random...to embrace whatever may come."
-"I have memory and awareness, but I have no shape or form"
Free-style.No-style.=No limitation. No weaknesses.
Buenos dias senores.
Dream about a Lizard
I am prone to marathon sleep sessions during the winter months. My thinking is that all other living things either hibernate or seriously cuddle up and rest for the season. Even domestic animals rest more during the cold months. So, I figure it's probably a good idea for humans too.
Once my body gets past the normal requirements I may force sleep for several more hours. Also, I try to sleep for an extended period about once each quarter. I try to make this sleep session about 24 hours.
These periods of forced-sleep lend themselves to semi-unconscious dreams that can be easily mingled with household goings on or other outside influences (i.e. recent reading material, current problems for solving, etc.) Manyof the words that I put to paper are the result of dreams. Most of the overly bizarre and memorable of my dreams come from this sleep behavior as well.
Recently i had an interesting dream regarding a monitor lizard, perhaps a kimono dragon. I was being eaten alive by the lizard. The fact that I was alive was very important to the dream. I was in fact observing the lizard at its feeding.
You may be familiar with the way that a monitor tears away flesh from a carcass. Large chunks are taken by a quick, vice-like mouth. The eyes and mouth are completely void of expression. The lizard was cold, expressionless. Efficient. Indifferent. Totally void of hate and killing me just the same.
I noticed the lack of malice by the lizard. There were no hard feelings on his part. He was simply doing what a monitor should do, after all. It was for this reason that I could have no bitter feelings toward the feeding reptile. I had empathy for him. We were both content. I to observe and he to feed.
Dreams about Madonna...
The other day I had a dream that Madonna was singing an unaccompanied version of "Like A Prayer" to me!
She had the brunette look from the early nineties going on and the perm.
Needless to say, the idea of Madonna singing to me is very cool. But just then...
While relating this to some friends I realized that I had another dream about the hot 40 year old singer recently.
I was in a studio apartment. when notified that Madonna was arriving, I quickly went to the piano and began plating it very percussively... with a pair of drumsticks!?
I believe the dream was in black and white. But that could be an idea added by my vague recollection.
When Madonna arrived, she was dressed in a black boustier(?) and fish-net stockings. Her hair was bleached. She had a beauty mark on one cheek.
She attempted to seduce me, but apparently my strong unconscious moral fortitude held out.
When I awoke I remembered the dream in pretty good detail aside from the black and white question. Then I realized that I had had a dream based on a fictitious dream by Wayne and Garth on Wayne's World on an old episode of Saturday Night Live.