New Moon
short video document of the New Moon performancesound - Podington Bear – Weavy Glass
Dance of Tennis
Notthisbody sharesWe went out to help with the Dance of Tennis in East LA, and took some video while we were at it.
This is what we put together for them.
NotThisBody & ThisIsMeta share…ShiftShapers
NotThisBody & ThisIsMeta share…ShiftShapers: an immediated autodocumentary
I heard a quote from somewhere, forget where… “The baby boomer generation will be known more for what they do in their 60s than what they did in the 60s.”
Zubin, the visionary behind The Walk, brings together a group of innovators to discuss creating transformative experiences through cutting edge technologies.
Shiftshaping implies:
(1) Sharing our individual experience, motivations, wisdom & vision
(2) Consolidating individual wisdoms towards collective actions
(3) Minds open to the evolution of ideas/approaches/methods
(4) A willingness to share resources
(5) A strong commitment to collaboration
Licensed under:
CC Attribution-Noncommercial 3.0
*Extended discussions will be put up online over the next couple weeks.
* thanks to Gabriel Shalom for discussions around Immediated Autodocumentary
Hope Floats
NotThisBody SharesThis is the re-cut version of a short promo video made for the Floating Doctor who are now prepping to leave to Haiti.
www.floatingdoctors.com
Hope Floats from notthisbody on Vimeo.
SoundProof Series #2
East Coker III by T.S. Elliot
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the dark,
And dark the Sun and Moon, and the Almanach de Gotha
And the Stock Exchange Gazette, the Directory of Directors,
And cold the sense and lost the motive of action.
And we all go with them, into the silent funeral,
Nobody's funeral, for there is no one to bury.
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away—
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing—
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.
You say I am repeating
Something I have said before. I shall say it again.
Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.
Music: Mountains Made of Steam - A Silver Mt. Zion
