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Hi, I am Maja. I am coming from Belgrade, Serbia, Europe. So there is a huge time difference - the webinar is at my 2 am, so the last webinar I spent shyly and silently in my bed. It was moving to listen to poems and stories. The day after the event I went to the mountain where I did not have internet access so it was interesting after discussions to wake up and light the fire instead of checking the phone and emails.
During the webinar I was reminded of the artist, performer who said that "art cease to exist at the moment we try to understand it". I guess that is one of the reason that I have chosen Lorca's Somnabule ballad.. The poem does not allow to be penetrated with an interpretation. It escapes rational explanation and linear narration. This is the one part of the poem:
—Friend, I want to change
my horse for your house,
my saddle for your mirror,
my knife for your blanket,
Friend, I come bleeding,
from the passes of Cabra.
—If I could, young man,
this pact would be sealed.
But I am no more I,
nor is my house now my house.
—Friend, I want to die
decently in my bed,
Of iron, if it be possible,
with sheets of fine holland.
Do you not see the wound I have
from my breast to my throat?
—Your white shirt bears
three hundred dark roses.
Your pungent blood oozes
around your sash.
But I am no more I,
nor is my house now my house.
—Let me climb at least
up to the high balustrade:
let me come! Let me come!
up to the green balustrades.
Balustrades of the moon
where the water resounds.
The verse that hunts me But I am no more I, nor is my house now my house. Pero yo ya no soy you, ni mi casa es ya mi casa... I could repeat that... feeling of losing I. Being and staying in loss of myself is painful and liberating. I feel comfort at train stations, airports, walking - always arriving.
A sense of aw in the mundane:
touching orange at the market
sitting in the circle talking with students
Another poem that I wanted to share with you
What We Want
by Linda Pastan
What we want
is never simple.
We move among the things
we thought we wanted:
a face, a room, an open book
and these things bear our names—
now they want us.
But what we want appears
in dreams, wearing disguises.
We fall past,
holding out our arms
and in the morning
our arms ache.
We don't remember the dream,
but the dream remembers us.
It is there all day
as an animal is there
under the table,
as the stars are there
even in full sun.
I work at the Department for pedagogy, Univesrity of Belgrade, finding a way to teach, to do research poetically. Sometimes working in Serbia is rough.. makes me become rough. I did Psyche and Soma at Sesame. I engaged in the course for cultivating poetic and remembering.
I will try to be there today, perhaps I will fall asleep. Thank you all for your wonderful sharing.
I spent time in Kosovo and Bosnia-Herzegovina in the late 1990's. The equisite country-Side landscapes of that part of the world, and the visions of the remnants of terrible wars, are with me.
Amy
Thank you Amy. yes, beauty and destruction all together. According to your destinations (Bosnia and Kosovo) sounds like you did work there.
it was heart warming to receive your reply
in honor of David Bowie
The fine line between the dream state and reality is at times, for me, quite grey. Combining the two, the place where the two worlds come together, has been important in some of the things I’ve written, yes." - David Bowie
Photograph by Helmut Newton, Remixer unknown.
Here is my painting of the crows:
Hello
I'm Roberta and I live in Kansas City, Missouri. I'm a student of the Diamond Approach via the Ridhwan School for which Depth Psychology is integral. I'm not a psychotherapist or poet, but one who is interested in richness and depth of experience, and often that is facilitated by poetry, prose, and art.
“You see, I want a lot.
Maybe I want it all:
the darkness of each endless fall,
the shimmering light of each ascent.
So many are alive who don't seem to care.
Casual, easy, they move in the world
as though untouched.
But you take pleasure in the faces
of those who know they thirst.
You cherish those
who grip you for survival.
You are not dead yet, it's not too late
to open your depths by plunging into them
and drink in the life
that reveals itself quietly there.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke / The Book of the Hours
(translated by Robert Bly)
Hi, By way of introduction, my name is Laura Smith and I live in Vermont. I work with dreams both my own and with clients. I was drawn to the aspects of dreaming mentioned in the course description. I have been in a creative process with my dreams since 2011 when I first painted an image from a dream. This opened the door to a creative exploration through painting and writing. I love the idea of poetic sensibility and the interchangeability of dream/poem. Here in VT I have a farm with my partner of 18 years. We raise livestock on our 78 acre plot. There are many opportunities to "get lost" and even still, I forget, the compulsion of mind and habit being so strong. I seek and find places to bring support to my getting lost. This class is that for me. Thanks and it's great to be part of the group. Here is a painting that I did in response to a poem by Beatriz Fernandez through The Light Ekphrastic, another opportunity I took last August to get lost. It's called Crows.
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I am going to post the poem we tended as you all were meeting, and an image from our closing ritual, as I am coming to trust more and more how we are all "wired in" together.
Dana, our host for this month's dream group, had told us at the beginning she had an idea for a special closing, when we got that far, but we didn't know what that would be. Synchronistically, she manifested the "Blue Flame" which was an image that arose from the dreamer's poem (as the attached photo shows.) the Blue Flame is such an invaluable image -- it connected the dreamer, and us all, with the numinous, to borrow Bonnie's word: as we asked her to feel into the flame in her body, she dropped from her head into her deepest self; the air around us seemed to change: it was almost like we could hear a crackling: we were electrified. Blue Flame freed her from what she had been describing as "the cage that society has put us in" one that intellectually, she could find no way out of.
In a separate post I'll share a poem I've written... One also far outside the cage.
Thank you! So look forward to hearing from others!
Amy Beth Katz
Shadow Work by Bridget Carlson
I dug the nail out
With jagged fingernails
Soiled with shadow blood
Dug so far, so deep
Between the layers of
Endless spasms
Echoing the beat of my breath
Blue fire crackling, splintering
The floorboards above
The nailhead prying loose
Volcanic black blood seething through
Wresting strength from my pulsing heat
Murmured growls shrieking beneath
So far below, at the root, the source
The nail point wedged furiously
In the eardrum of the past
Reverberating a spiral cacophony
Round and round the cavity
Of the human shadow world
Swelling to a resonant howl
That will be HEARD
I dug the nail out
Put my ear to the gaping hole
And listened
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