Music, Amusement and Other Muscles

I sort of wish the icicles weren’t melting. With this warmth it’s hard to justify a fake beard for the cold weather. [via Presurfer] It would be just another object to deal with eventually tho. Gotta to clamp a firm hand over the ooh-want impulse.

Making pallets and crates into furniture sound interesting. It’s counter to my general thrust to simplify down all my surroundings, books behind doors, de-clutter. I want to make all the light bulbs the same color temperature so there isn’t that non-sunlike jarringness from area to area.

Want and will get this tho: tickets for Versefest are now for sale. Passes are the same cost as daily and safe hassles, I would think.

Greywolf Press passed on the news that the self-proclaimed ‘oldest emerging poet’ Dorothy Tanning has passed on at 101. Her 1st poetry collection of 2 came out at age 94. Bad week for poet deaths. Wislawa Szymborska too.

Austin Woerner on translating Ouyang Jianghe says “strip away the definite, maximize white space, say both as little and as much as possible”

A key glints in the Sunday morning light.
Someone returning at night could not get back into his home.

or:

A key glints in the Sunday morning light.
A returning traveler is locked out in the dark.

He chose the latter translation to make the meaning reach two levels instead of binding it to the literary recounting. And yet the more specific the better. General statements please but is kind of like politicians kissing babies. One can hardly complain yet it glosses over. If I were translating, I would try to hit between the meanings, some of the concrete. Something like, Travelling home last night someone was locked into the dark.

Sarah Maguire said “Translating poetry is the opposite of war.”

What do we choose to internalize, embed?

Bruce Taylor’s poem in No End in Strangeness, “Getting Started” advises, in part,

“Get up, get dressed and get what you can get.
It isn’t every day that you’re alive[...]
Your life is where you left it. Put it on
and walk around in it awhile. At first it feels
like someone else’s, and it has a smell
that, in a bottle, wouldn’t sell.
And yet, it’s yours, it’s definitely yours.
Now shouldn’t you get busy with your chores?”

It ends downbeat, as do most of his poems, which I suppose is at least a relief from the habit of many poems that wail on in stress and frazzle, then tack on a happily-ever, or cosmically profound, ending.

I run towards cynical these days so it suits me. Probably my mood is a factor of sunshine, and from the factor of having all I need in house, projects and meals all having the materials around, so I don’t get out and get enough blood pumping.

Allan Lokos in Patience with Self says,

The current vernacular suggests that we are “hardwired” a certain way and we cannot change. In truth, what happens is, we experience an emotion and then too often attach to it as if it were an innate aspect of our very being.

Instead of next saying, as I expected, that we are not hardwired with an emotional chemistry but neuroplasticity and in states of choice and flux with propensity in certain direction, he says we are fighting our true nature, benevolent. That essentialist argument doesn’t wash with me.

It seems punitive and self-defeating to decide we are fighting our true selves if we’re “angry or unpleasant”, which he cites as unnatural states. True they and pettiness are threatened states. But a continuum of threat are also natural states. it seems a variation of the sloppy thinking of categorical statements: Gender, you’re inherently, inescapably one of the binary and yet are doing it wrong. Life you just ain’t doing it right. A variation of if-you-prayed {hard enough, diligently enough, with the right technique, the right place} you’d be healed. Poppycock ain’t just a candy.

That isn’t to say we should aim to be fully whatever mood washes thru us. Natural and unnatural are false binaries as well. Cyanide is natural, a food source for some, poison for others, neutral inert as well. How much is too much is circumstantial.

Massage therapist Kate Bartolotta wrote 8 things I Learned from 50 Naked People

2. When you stretch, you open up space. This is physically true, and emotionally true. When you physically stretch (or allow yourself to be stretched) you create space and allow for greater movement, greater vulnerability and more growth. It’s the same when you stretch yourself emotionally, too. Your physical and emotional selves aren’t separate––stretch one, and you usually stretch the other, too. It isn’t always comfortable at first, but it’s a wonderful thing. Surrender to it. You won’t regret it.

5. Everything you’ve experienced is stored in your body at a cellular level. Each cell is a record of all of it. [...] Your muscles remember it. They remember it like it happened 10 minutes ago.

Speaking of muscles, Age and Muscles are MRIs of legs if one exercises as a triathlete, or atrophy as a couch potato.

We need movement to thrive. Mental and physical movement.

Is music necessary for well-being? Some say yes.

Glenn Nuotio pitches his aim to put out a professionally recorded CD of his songs in his 40th year. He’s crowd-sourcing the funding. Perks of donation, free babysitting, author-signed books, free cake, and of course, CDs. I’ve heard a couple musicians remark of Glenn, other people play music but he is a musician. Here’s his song Say That Again.

Quote: “Chinese black ink. Inverted mirror of the inner light of the artist.” ~ Jay Li Jay Li at the Orange Art Gallery

 
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