Notices by Tellio (tellio@mastodon.social), page 3

@wentale @dogtrax @lauraritchie @Algot I sent a message to support at NowComment and asked them. I tagged a part of the text with (yeah, lame) "bookmark" and was able to return to it. Maybe next time I will use "Bookmark05102019" or whatever the date is.

#smallpoems #improvisart

Crash!
Inside?
Outside?
In between and
interbeing?
I think the last one.

Listening
is not just something
that goes on
inside your ear.

It is the ear
directed toward
something.
Inclined toward
like a sublime generosity
that simultaneously
moves towards
that ear and
crashes.
Crash!

@wentale @dogtrax @lauraritchie @Algot

Here is what you probably weren't waiting for Wendy, but...https://youtu.be/cnlgGzoIawU #improvisart

@wentale Aspiration to the model of indigenous cultures and how they represent is worthy as long as you don't steal it in bad faith. How long would it take to make your knowledge of your farm into something like indigenous knowledge? Either forever or in an instant. Takes your pick.

@dogtrax Turtles never seem to appreciate the save, but we always stop to do so. My latest effort was a massive snapper (think small dinosaur, probably 15-20 pounds) who hissed and tried to bite off my fingers the entire time. Ungrateful beggar. Gotta admire his damned moxie. So incredibly vital. #smallstories

In the Field of Infinite Play

I am trying to transform boundaries into horizons,
I am trying to understand the absolute necessity for changing the rules of the game,
I play with jest as opposed to seriousness,
I am internally defined not externally defined,
I play to generate time instead of consume it
I am more concerned with vision than I am with power.
The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

Adapted/stolen from here: https://fractalenlightenment.com/32173/life/6-signs-you-may-be-an-infinite-player

#smallpoems #smallactions

@wentale One way to honor what they do is...to do what they did. Imitate them. Learn from them. See how much they did by doing what they did. You didn't do them, but you could do them. As far as the cultural appropriation goes, I figure the art is in the wild and anything goes. If the art is in a sacred space or hidden or protected, that is another matter.

@dogtrax Daffs got feet.

@dogtrax @Downes @katebowles We are writing analysis papers in my comp class and I keep insisting that any good analytic tool worth its salt can be applied across the bounds and margins of one discipline into another, often to good purpose and rarely to any harm. The work feldgang is one analytic tool that just keeps on giving. I think. Thanks, Otto Scharmer and to all who have tried to do this joyous wool-gathering in what space affines you.

@dogtrax @Downes @katebowles Simply grand.

@lauraritchie I am reminded of William Blake's Proverbs of Hell., in which Blake tells us that 'the tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction'. I think maybe the honeysuckle is a tyger of wrath here.

@Downes @katebowles @dogtrax I walked through a book the other day, a feldgang through Maria Popova's new book, Figuring. The scanned image is the streaming of our two consciousnesses that is the essence of a feldgang-- I think as you imply, an intent without intention. The Tao. The finger pointing at the moon. An enso.

@katebowles @Downes Do you ever just watch with barely focused eyes like everything is peripheral?

@lauraritchie Keep us posted in your dance with the honeysuckle.

@dogtrax Crash the stage all the way down and keep on playing. Awesome.

@dogtrax Break das leg

A fourth feldgang: I walk down to the creek where four blue heron aeries thrive. I am stopped in my tracks by these pterodactyls. My hackles burnish the skin on my neck. I am nothing. Long gone. #smallstories 4/4

A third fedgang: If a #smallstories crashes in the woods and no one is there to hear it, does it?
#smallstories 3/4

A second feldgang: walking out to feed the ewes and lambs in the pasture I was stopped by the sight of six yellow swallowtails, still wet and drying.

I snapped a picture and walked away. I turned back for one last look. All gone. I saw the them begin. I saw my three children begin. I saw my grandchild begin. I will not see their end. I will not even see my own end. It will all slip away like six new swallowtails in the spring. 2/4 #smallstories

A feldgang (field walk): I walked over to feed and water the rams. When I picked up the feed trough, there were hundreds of red wigglers underneath in the shape of the container. #smallstories 1/4