a design practice. an art practice. a writing practice. research practice. a seeing practice. a listening practice. meditation practice. a connectivity practice. a peace practice. a don’t forget about everything practice. a staying out of my own way practice. the speak first / think later practice (more jazz than proclamation.) furniture objects, space, books, music, publishing, food, swimming, smiling, love, sharing, translation. and a remembering the ocean as the pathway back practice.
a daily practice.
like everyone though, i’m too busy to be that busy. and it’s impossible too. so what emerges is an “open practice” which seems to manifest from what wordsworth described as a “wise passiveness”. an intention of non-careless and gentle indifference that gives way to a kind of attention. an effort but one that remains blank, or what barthes has referred to as “the neutral”, which baffles and outplays the paradigm. this attention is ready to be ready. it participates and then responds by evoking or stirring, rather than informing.
using the word faith makes me nervous but, doubting that the plant will grow towards the light rather than the wall seems foolish. and thus, trust as an action and as a way of being is generally a necessary structural element of open practice. trusting in these things that come to get us… the worlds that consistently and constantly open up in a flash or without any drama at all… they’re so much easier to metabolize than all those things we want and wanted (what a bad habit!) it’s when following becomes indistinguishable from leading.
open practice is a form of awareness that knows and accepts ego and capitalism while avoiding them in whatever ways possible. authorship, hierarchy, leverage, separateness, self. open practice is not a stance against these things, as we’ve learned now that most often a reaction against invokes a reverse and perpetuates a confirmation of their power. rather, it contains a built in resistance to them (more magnet to magnet, less oil in water.) not against or anti but instead a consistent spirit of counter. or as sveltana boym put it — “off” — meaning not luddite but rather willingly ludic and accepting.
i find that i don’t know how to find the work i really want when i look for it. and this looking that comes from desire and expectation is inside our great unfolding, not outside. so by staying with the INT\EST\EXT i want to remember that both the umbrella and the kite function through an act of resistance, but one is about stopping and the other is about starting.
and i know what open practice is if no one asks me what it is; but if i want to explain it to someone who has asked me, i find that it’s hard… luckily, open practice is also an attempt at integrity and it seems that if one is operating with openness and integrity, we are probably saying “i don’t know” and “i’m not sure” a lot.
— matt olson, sci-arc, 2017
> As Kim Sung-hee watched Kim Eun-jung and her teammates rough up the Americans, she cited one other possible reason for the team’s success.
> “It’s definitely the power of the garlic,” she said. “It’s the healthiest food in the world.”
“Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest revelries—stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region.”
ha, ha, ha, ha i feel it’s a constant balancing act, to remain open enough but also not to implode. to keep a skeletal structure but stay open chested.
["Bulls"] was an ancient Chinese cartoon showing first a young boy going out into the wilderness with a small staff and pack, like an American Nat Wills tramp of 1905, and in later panels he discovers an ox, tries to tame it, tries to ride it, finally does tame it and ride it but then abandons the ox and just sits in the moonlight meditating, finally you see him coming down from the mountain of enlightenment and then the next panel shows absolutely nothing at all, followed by a panel showing blossoms in a tree, then the last picture you see the young boy is a big fat old laughing wizard with a huge bag on his back and he's going into the city to get drunk with the butchers, enlightened, and another new young boy is going up to the mountain with a little pack and staff.
you had a dream that you lived outside of the city,
in a place you called nature,
with your intellectual-but-still-fun, down-to-earth-but-not-vapid partner
no more bars, because you don't like and really have never liked bars
no more difficult people, because they only bring you regret
all part of your spirited, guided and natural approach to a more complete life
you with your good vibes and easy maxims,
wearing spirituality like the wide brim sun hat that covers your shaded head,
reassuring your friend who has an accent, whom you wear just as easily,
that the sun knows us well
and that she is very close to becoming who she is
What would be your perfect day?
Physically exhausted by the surf, emotionally wired creatively, feeling delirious, creating, constantly thinking, strategically high, naturally fried.
I think that growing up means liking more bitter things
like coffee and string beans