The movie

here's the concept: We will start with our writings re first interviews, jobs, classroom bits...moments we were not seemingly in power or had some inner power or...We will set it up as a documentary and maybe even get a young actress to do the Cindy Sherman thing...play all the parts while we read and narrate.

I have someone in mind to play the parts and her husband is a musician and so we could have some song, songs. We need a camera--hmm, very crucial. And I am thinking of no longer than a half hour film.

I know Brenda wants to do this and anybody else?

We will put it on You Tube?

Yesterday's Words

I'd like to make a movie
except...
I don't have much to say
and until I see what I'm saying, with passionate eyes,
a frenzy of color and texture, melting into the descending twilight
willing captive of the right-now,
I don't have much to say.
It would be a movie to stop time.
Who was I?
I love paying attention to details...
...connection is the word that shimmers
but I don't have much to say.

(With thanks to those whose words these were, yesterday at the Lofts: Donna, Mary, Lana, Annie, Roberta

Feeding on everything today

At first we thought this poem wold be depressing but after discussing it together we realized that it was circling cycles, and drawing on the heats in the body and the brain. The writings were different but the same as if we all put our hands in the same print. I hope that some will post here.


Burning Oneself Out


We can look into the stove tonight
as into a mirror, yes,

the serrated log, the yellow-blue gaseous core

the crimson-flittered grey ash, yes.
I know inside my eyelids
and underneath my skin

Time takes hold of us like a draft
upward, drawing at the heats
in the belly, in the brain

You told me of setting your hand
into the print of a long-dead Indian
and for a moment, I knew that hand,

that print, that rock,
the sun producing powerful dreams
A word can do this

or, as tonight, the mirror of the fire
of my mind, burning as if it could go on
burning itself, burning down

feeding on everything
till there is nothing in life
that has not fed that fire

Adrienne Rich

Inside/Outside

I just read Charles Blow on diversity in a tea pary rally in Dallas. It scared me. As Blow said, it was a farce. I know I have to do something more besides write here and go omigod! But what. Maybe just meditation for now. But also something thru writing and or a trip to DC in the fall.

The last time we were writing about women and power. I am interested in that question. I know-- first--power over self: our bodies, minds, souls. To be explored.

We are writing this week at the Lofts...will send emails to those I think might be coming.

But remember this is free space, free writing--anything you want and it is safe.

where are you?

Anna is my wise woman today!
I went to the Marina Abramovic exhibit at MOMA and was amazed but I did not get it. Why a woman impaled on a screen nude and forever not moving? I need to read about this. MOma was a circus.

I felt comfortable looking at the Henri Cartier Bresson photos--amazing and he understood women's bodies. I did not feel as if his gaze was intrusive.

Even though he was a photo-journalist, most of his photos were daringly beautiful in content and form.

Marie gave me this website today--an interesting woman who runs seminars.

http://arieldaunay.com/.