Clouds In The Head

Yoga or …
31 January, 2013, 9:45 pm
Filed under: beauty & inspirationalitism, Nobody Loves A Thinker

This quote at the conclusion for Donna Farhi’s book, Bringing Yoga To Life. “Does Yoga practice change who we are? … We feel, taste, and touch the same things but through an intensified register.”

Isn’t this aka Poetics?

Surely Poetics is exactly what it is.

Isn’t this the vocab and life experience that gives us an image repertoire for understanding our living more intensely? Better, “intently” because it’s about paying attention, removing ourselves, instead asserting our capacity as poet, possibly of the Brechtian kind, and applying it to how we live, move, communicate, interrelate, wish, react.

What I love about Yoga (capital is Farhi’s usage) is that it includes within its Poetics a physicality of body knowledge.

And it has about it the idea of “Becoming Clear”, which is also the attitude of the reformed junkie, of the politician at epiphany with less than one term to go, of the woman leaving an abusive relationship. To remove ourselves from what is abusive is a game of ego in a line of flight that goes up but does not know where the parabola ends.

Which is Yoga and Poetics, inter-evolved.

It’s all ballistic in the end, nest-ce pas?


Art o’ Gelato film plot just in!
27 April, 2012, 5:42 pm
Filed under: beauty & inspirationalitism

Just led a workshop in how to write scripts at Newcastle’s Real Film Festival, and from this starter – “two mates discover that the old person on the hill has stashed a treasure” – we came up with:

Auntie Ann the arsonist runs an ice-cream van and burns down competitors’ premises. Her assistant in the van is her nephew Peter, age 17, the hero of our story, who recently lost both parents. Ann is divorced from and would like vengeance on her ex husband Frank, Danny De Vito, who lives in the big house, hoards everything, has chihuahuas and has set traps. He lost his legs in a fire Ann started (Toni Collette for Ann?). Broke and failing, Ann and Peter decide to try to steal the formula for the greatest ice-cream ever, which Frank has. Our fourth main character is Frank’s gorgeous 19-year-old nurse, Billie, a clear love interest for Peter.

After many setbacks including remorse, trying to emulate the ice-cream themselves, and having to deal with Frank realising what they’re after (the film’s mid-point) and plotting in reverse, we come to the climax. Peter and Ann are in the house, Ann accidentally sets fire to the place. Peter has to decide between his Aunt (who in reality he is responsible for keeping safe, since she is crazy) and Nurse Billie. Ann has to decide between the recipe and Frank.

Denouement: Ann and Frank in adjacent prisons but attending the same psychiatric hospital, so a love of sorts. And the emulative ice-cream turns out to be a source of renewable energy, making Peter and Billie very rich.

Not too bad for two hours including loads of tips and tricks from me and the gurus of scriptwriting. No wonder I’m tired.

Brett Kirk’s affirmation (for the inner hippie in all of us.)
25 August, 2011, 9:13 am
Filed under: beauty & inspirationalitism

As a human being I’m honest, I’m passionate, I’m courageous, I’m disciplined, I have a concentrated mind, I’m compassionate, I’m aware, I’m a good listener, I’m patient, I’m tolerant, I’m fun, I’m adventurous, I’m loving and I’m affectionate, I’m kind, I’m responsible, I am love. I don’t get caught up in my thoughts, I don’t give control to my ego, I don’t dwell on the past, I don’t worry about the future, because the only moment we have is this moment right now.

As witnessed on Judith Lucy’s Spiritual Journey.

great opening lines of oz lit
24 December, 2010, 10:36 am
Filed under: beauty & inspirationalitism

“Unemployed at last.”

“Harry Joy was to die three times, but it was his first death which was to have the greatest effect on him…”

Even though I love –

“The hideous low scarred yellow horny and barren headland lies curled like a scorpion in a blinding sea and sky.”

– it’s hardly taken off. Are there any other great opening lines that people know of?

23 December, 2010, 10:37 am
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Battery acid. Near the park.

No more screams.

Last heartbeats of info. Leaves blow.

9 July, 2010, 10:53 am
Filed under: beauty & inspirationalitism

Dead night, dead end, dead man.
Dead carnation buttonholed.
One confused bee.

1 July, 2010, 10:54 am
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syllables: up to seventeen

season: rainy grief

blood flowers like snowblossom