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John Keats goes to school with Mr. John Keating (Robin Williams)
“Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so.
Benedicamus Domino!”
Isadora Duncan: 1877-1927. The Mother of Modern Dance and Bi
I must read “My Life” by Isadora Duncan soon. Months ago when I was contemplating, researching, investigating the bi calendar project I came across Ms. Duncan as a great and famous person who was bi but then promptly forgot about it. It was filed away somewhere in my mind but then yesterday thinking about dance I remembered that fact and let out a yelp almost worthy of Archimedes in the bath tub in ancient Greece. True, I had not just discovered some eternal truth in mathematics but she is now my heroine and role model. Well one of many I have. Plus she was quite left wing in her social political views which would endear her to me ginormously. When she bared her breast and waved a red scarf once on stage during a performance in Boston, she said “it is red and so am I” Do you think I am NOT going to fall head over heels for this triple threat to my sacre coeur? Bi in an era where that was hardly done, mother of modern dance (her appellation) and socialist views. Even something about her existentialist, Camus-worthy death is endearing, i.e. dies in a freak automobile accident at the age of 50 undone by her long flowing silk scarf. Plus born in one of my favourite American cities (San Francisco) which I have visited many times and loved.
Below, what a wonderful life affirming sentiment and motto to live by.
I do not know that I was tamed into being a monosexual but I do feel free, liberated, released from some kind of gaol that I made for myself of my own volition, as an adult for decades, ever since I came out. In a sense I was at the very same time a prisoner and my very own jailer. I kept myself in stripes, with a very big dose of corporal punishment daily, hourly as in self-loathing eternal non stop negative self talk, self hatred. I had put my being into solitary confinement (quite literally in that I became a hermit, a recluse, a shut in for a decade in particular before this summer’s tumult). Dancing is such a perfect real concrete activity and metaphor for me right now. This opening up to new life all around me. Especially my own self-created existence I am forging every day now. And it was all so easy, sudden in a sense. One day (actually a weekend to be exact) I simply woke up, realized my prison cell where I kept my soul did not have iron bars on it, so I quietly opened the door which was shut but never locked and went out into the light, into the sunshine that brings joy. Just like that. Just like that all the accumulated anger, rage, wrath, fury, moroseness fell away as if cut off with a pair of scissors.
Could there be a more perfect quote to illustrate what I am feeling right now? See below.
Yes, this is exactly what I am thinking, feeling, believing with my whole being. I do not simply want to rework any wiki entry on her life. Go read up on her and you will see why I love her. Her fondness for the ancient Greek myths, a returning of dance to the sacred but mixing in the profane in the form of American athleticism, (running, leaping, skipping for example) . Many years ago I wrote to a friend that “life is movement and movement is life. ” This was my e=mc2 moment. Even supposedly stationary activities would be included, such as reading, writing or meditating. Stillness can be movement for the soul.
I know busy-a-holics whose life is some kind of non stop whirlwind tour de force but falls under the rubric of sound and fury signifying nothing. Constantly running around like the proverbial chicken without a head they fill up their empty lives with nonsense. they create nothing but chaos and confusion for people around them who have to pick up the detritus they make on earth. They give nothing of themselves to the universe, and their fellow sisters and brothers. Their souls have not evolved. It is all about ‘what can you do for me?” Users and takers on the planet not givers and helpers. Poor deluded fools. They remind me of Dante’s pitiful souls who are forever chasing a banner as their punishment. The poet tries to illustrate the point that in life those souls never took a stand so now they are condemned to run pointlessly after a blank, unnamed flag to no purpose at all.
Above, press clipping about her death. A real death in Tehran feel to it, in its absurdity, oddity. In 2015 when the bi calendar project is realized, definitely a picture-month for her.
In the interim go out and dance your life away. Who knows how long you have. It may be later than you think. Go tell someone you love them today.
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Death and Life
Dancing and Sex
It gets better (for running in the winter)
“Hey Mario, are you a homo?” He would reply with disgust, as if being accused of some heinous crime with a “no”. End of discussion.
Death in Tehran
A rich and mighty Persian once walked in his garden with one of his servants. The servant cried that he had just encountered Death, who had threatened him. He begged his master to give him his fastest horse so that he could make haste and flee to Teheran, which he could reach that same evening. The master consented and the servant galloped off on the horse. On returning to his house the master himself met Death, and questioned him, “Why did you terrify and threaten my servant?” “I did not threaten him; I only showed surprise in still finding him here when I planned to meet him tonight in Teheran,” said Death.
While searching for the story online, I found one writer who had these insightful comments attached to the tale:
Frankl refers to the story a couple times in this book, at times when a seemingly unfavorable event or choice saved his life. For example, he and another doctor were left off a list of evacuees from a concentration camp to be delivered to the Red Cross. He finds out later that they were, in fact, killed by the SS.
The point of this story isn’t to embrace passivity and trust simply to fate. What I take away is that there are times when nothing we do, or not do, can guarantee the outcome we seek.
Conversely, there are times when a wonderful outcome comes from what initially appear to be terrible circumstances. This is the point Frankl emphasizes in Man’s Search for Meaning
The Green Green Grass of Home
The ever helpful Wiki:
In ancient Roman religion and myth, Janus is the god of beginnings and transitions,
thence also of gates, doors, passages, endings and time.
He is usually depicted as having two faces, since he looks to the future and to the past.
The Romans named the month of January (Ianuarius) in his honor.
Janus presided over the beginning and ending of conflict, and hence war and peace.
The doors of his temple were open in time of war, and closed to mark the peace.
As a god of transitions, he had functions pertaining to birth and to journeys and exchange, and in his association with Portunus, a similar harbor and gateway god, he was concerned with travelling, trading and shipping.
“you and your L pills. They go together well. There’s a stench of death about you. How to die like a hero. When the only important thing is how to live like a man.”
Iceberg alert: Abandon The Ship of Fools!
The Human Condition, such that it is.
The universe when it was a baby, as the author put it. Something like under 400,000 years old. They said, it is like a picture of an 80 year old person, when they are one day old.
below, came across this wonderfully erotic, sensual, loving image. All mysterious and enchanting because you cannot quite make it out in much detail. Love the passion here.