Human beings dance for this
History with others
Human contact does not just
establish the conditions for
the social and human sciences.
Across the “two Cultures”
We are governed or govern ourselves
We live in groups
Weather in love or by hate,
is it as one might say,
in our nature.
For the human sciences,
we are not born
like that of our primate ancestors
The forms that it takes,
this social brain
bridging left and right hemisphere,
So Popular.
April 29th
1hr of peer review
3 hrs of reading Lord Byron
1hr writing
1hr meditative thinking
April 30th
1hr Poetry Reading and Interpretation
1.5hr Seminar: As poetry recycles neurons in conversations between Marjorie Perloff’s poets and Neuro
1.5hr Guest Poet: Lucia Perillo
2hrs reading The Last Myth and My Poets
May 1st
1.5hrs Writing Workshop w/TESC program Methods of Mathematical Physics
3hrs reading My Poets and Neuro
May 2nd
1.5hrs “Doing Goethean Science: Your Poet” Weekly explorations of themes from Neuro in relationship to the poet of student’s choice modeled on Maureen McLane’s My Poets
2hrs of reading Lord Byrons compleat works
1hr of reading Lord Byron and the Ruins of Paridise
May 3rd
4hrs on the old hilltop ward park exploring the grounds and finding some of the most fantastic views of the mountains I’d ever seen. took photos, wrote some quick bits of poetry. All in Lakewood, WA.
0.5hr in steilacoom exploring the tiny place before we left
2 hr writing and meditating at old docks in Hoquiam, WA
May 4th
3hrs on Lynda.com working on Photoshop Techniques
4hrs shifting through photos from yesterdays trip and editing them in PS CS6, utilizing new things learned through Lynda.com
May 5th
3hrs reading Nuro and Perloff
1hr typing up work from journal
2hrs working on photoshop work
Total Hours this week: 42 hours
I’ve seen the truth slip out your mouth and vanish.
thus giving your speech no ring, nothing to hold to.
There is no peace within this glade, as you stand befor me,
sun ore your head, your sham has met it’s end
with my defiance. I will not waver like the trees to the wind,
I am stone, solid and forboding,
ominouse yet beautiful in its own right.
and you my dear wind, have no power over me.
Yet you are blind and see nothing,
you do not see the softer side of the stone,
the part that weeps, for you once ment so much,
now you mean so little.
Maybe I’m not dead yet
but you’ve already buried me.
you laid me to rest
with her hand in yours,
thorns of the rose
drawing blood.
“I’ll always love you” that’s
what you said before I
Turned my head, and you
slipped far out of reach,
far beneath this sea
of red lies.
monotone eyes look on
as a heart lies broken
“Asylum barn” by Crystal Muns
I hold within me all
the secrets of my time
not your time,
just my clock
not yours,
It shifts me through
the many gears
that grind on my heart
that tug at my sleeve
and lead me to,
where?
I haven’t the slightest!
The road goes ever on
and on, down from the door
where it all began
twenty three years ago
in a dry city,
and eastern city,
a Rich-land.
Twenty three years
between me and her
but twenty three years
we share all the same
My mind is the child’s
and the child’s is mine
Unity in the chaos
of an ever flowing
stream.
“She Walks in Beauty” by Crystal Muns 2013
The days fly by my window like the birds who
having nowhere else to roam, and having made this
dreary town their own, nestle in the hidden kiss
of serpentine dew,
Eden is old fashioned too!
And so all faith shall go amiss
as night to gaudy day resists
all that is, and all that’s overdue.
Bring hand in hand the end of days
may the bell of sorrow ring no more
but may the light of all these winters
never lose their chord, least there blaze,
a passionate fire, uncontrolled devolve to lore,
so that my heart shall weep forever-more.
“lonely” by Crystal Muns 2013
I see the sun in
the afterthoughts of the mind.
she wears kimono
red as the lips she flaunts in
the sunlight, heart a flutter.
“Love hurts” by Crystal Muns 2013
Its not sad to say
that things just sliped away
it happens all to often in this place.
the streets are cold now,
I cant hear your breath,
what more is there left.
I’ve been lost in winter mournings
icy and frost covered
blue lips kiss my sleep
drenched eyelids, and
I’m lost in amaranthian summers
What is reality?
Field Study ProposalIn this continuation of the R is for Ruins field study from Winter 2013, I will be taking a closer look at what it means to be a ruin and our fascination with ruins. I will be exploring various ghost towns, towns in disrepair, and “fully functional” cities In order to take a closer look at ruin in various states of its progression. I will be looking at current trends that incorporate ruins and see why they have grown. I will look into cyber culture , memory, and self as a ruin and will further explore all of this through poetry, prose, journaling, artwork, crafting, photography, and self meditation.
Read Complete ILC file
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Read full term paper
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April 28st
Car broke down in Satsop, WA!…….not a fun thing to have happen but it is just one of the many joys of owning a car. Got stranded without my homework materials, will post all on April 29th, 2013 after typing it all up. Sorry.
Totals
This week: 40
Reading List: