We embody the spirit of motion.
We’re bodies in motion. We’re bodies in motion.
We dig down in the ocean. Swing up to the stars.
We own the moon and the earth. We’re masters of Mars.
We’re bodies in motion. We embody the spirit of motion.
Our ancestors cowered in caves
Afraid of the dark and the thunder.
Wrapped tip in black magic and rage
They were slaves to their hunger.
Now we fly across mountains in planes
We know aII about time and big numbers.
We’re bodies in motion.
We embody the spirit of motion.
2nd response – here:
“I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies, but not the madness of people.”
This week’s challenge is motion.
I went digging in the archives and came up with these two varieties of motion on the river.
Other movements for your consideration…
“Summer makes me drowsy,
Autumn makes me sing,
Winter’s pretty lousy,
but I hate Spring.”
– Dorothy Parker
It was such a beautiful day and evening here in New York, so utterly spring like. As I type this “weather.com” tells me the temperature is a balmy 44 degrees heading for 38, so good for the flowers.
The forecast says it will rocket up to 50 degrees F (that is 10 Celsius for the rest of the world and 283.15 Kelvin for you nerd photogs out there…) on Friday.
Without further ado I give you SPRING!
I was in Brooklyn at The Gowanus Canal yesterday. Today, in honor of Earth Day, a man spent an hour swimming in it…
The man’s name is Christopher Swain. In 2004, he swam the entire length of the Hudson to support clean water. He is a man who puts his body where his mouth is…
My day was not so adventurous.
I went to Boston to see my parents this Sunday, quite forgetting that today was the Boston Marathon. It was mighty cold as a spectator at the penultimate hill (the one in Newton before Heartbreak Hill). However it was extremely appropriate that I ended this stretch of time with this, my fourth marathon. Of the four that I saw, it is the oldest. The Boston Marathon was first run in 1897 and is the world’s oldest annual marathon race. It has never been cancelled, even during World Wars 1 and 2.
Now the original and still first definition of a marathon is a foot race on a road that goes a distance of 26 miles and 385 yards. However, over the years the definition has expanded to embrace a task of very long duration.
The third marathon I saw this week, on Sunday, was an open rehearsal of a one woman piece, by my old and dear friend, Lisa Wolpe, Producing Artistic Director of the Los Angeles Women’s Shakespeare Company, which she founded in 1993. The show is called Shakespeare and the Alchemy of Gender: In Search Of Shylock. She is on her way to England to perform at Stratford on Avon on April 27th which is one heck of a way to celebrate Katherine and my wedding anniversary! Why a marathon? Back, several years ago (ahem), when I directed Lisa in David Hare’s Fanshen, her interest in Shakespeare was already apparent, as was the fact she was a rare and gifted talent. After college she delved into Shakespeare and in a sense has never come up. This show evolved from a solo show she has been performing for many years and she is still working on it. I doubt she will ever be finished as the best work never is. Down the road, when she brings this piece or it’s companion pieces to your area, or stages a production of Shakespeare or performs, please make sure you see her.
My second marathon, Saturday, was a showing of slightly less long term, but still old friend, Brad Brown. His piece, Love Gasoline, is at GRIDSPACE in Brooklyn through May 25th. This is an extract, if you will, of Brad’s piece, The Look Stains, which he has been working on since 1987. Unavoidably it is about the passage of time and the effects that the interactions of materials, both organic (including humans) and inorganic, have upon each other. His work is in many museums including MOMA, and The National Gallery and he has also been published. Again please check out his work.
Finally, my first marathon is from my “youngest” friend (and actually it will probably please her to know that is an accurate temporal statement in all senses of the word), Andra Watkins. If you are a regular reader of QH, you know Andra already. If not, she is the author of a novel,To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis and a memoir/travel book, Not Without My Father: One Woman’s 444-Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace. This marathon was a Thursday production, the day I received her latest book, Natchez Trace: Tracks in Time A Book of Photography. These three books are linked and you should read them all, in sequence if possible. After, To Live Forever, was published, Andra conceived of the idea that the best way to publicize the book, which takes place for the most part on The Natchez Trace, was to be the first living human to walk the whole thing. This used to be commonplace, although the sensible and/or well off folk rode horses. She used the opportunity to rebuild her relationship with her father which led to Not Without My Father. Now if you are walking 15 miles a day, everyday, you have lots of time on your hands. Sensibly she used the time to take photographs. They are an excellent documentation of the Trace and quite worth seeing even if, unadvisedly, you do not get the first two volumes in the trilogy…
So, just writing this has tired me out. For me and the QH, this is a marathon of words. Five Marathons in one week?
“When we speak the word ”life’,’ it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.”
Ailsa’s theme this week is…Centre.
I think we know what is the center of the universe at this moment…
Other centers (Can they hold?)
The Challenge! Early Bird
The date: January 7, 2012.
The time 6:50am
The place: The Saugerties Lighthouse
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