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NOW spiritual NOW improvisational NOW playful
Posted: 13th August 2010 by cord in Book Berry RoadTags: improvisation, Meet Your Playful Self, playful, Spirtual
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“The noun of self becomes a verb. This flashpoint of creation in the present moment is where work and play merge.” |
As we look at practicing the yes…and…statement as a means to become a more playful person, it is a good time to look at why it is so necessary and basic in coloring our perceptions and vital to a conversation. It is a first and primary step simply because it holds the dialogue and action of a conversation in a spontaneous and intuitive place. In other words, Yes…and… helps keep the action in the now. Playing in the spontaneous now is what improvisation is all about. We learn that we have a strong tendency to negate, question, or manipulate the observation. These tendencies often come as a complete surprise.
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Now with a flower. Now with a traffic jam.
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Eckhart Tolle (born Ulrich Tolle, 16 February 1948) is a German / Canadian spiritual teacher, motivational speaker, and writer.Ekhart Tolle’s message is simple: living in the now is the truest path to happiness and enlightenment. And while this message may not seem stunningly original or fresh, Tolle’s clear writing, supportive voice, and enthusiasm make this an excellent manual for anyone who’s ever wondered what exactly “living in the now” means.
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Walking meditation makes mindfulness active.
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(From Wiki) Nhat Hanh has become an important influence in the development of Western Buddhism. His teachings and practices aim to appeal to people from various religious, spiritual, and political backgrounds, intending to offer mindfulness practices for more Western sensibilities.
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THINK – I found an elf??
Posted: 12th August 2010 by cord in The Driftless TrailsTags: driftless, elf, muse, playful
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In a small village near by near the Black River there us a cave-like rock formation which is quite miraculous in itself. This is the actual and untouched digital picture of the interior of the formation.
When I downloaded it and looked at the left side of the picture and near the bottom I noticed this floating figure…do you see it? (Please say: “yes”.) So I cropped out the portion of interest and futzed with it a bit on Photo Shop…
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Comedy & Vulnerability-1
Posted: 11th August 2010 by cord in Book Berry RoadTags: book, comedy, improvisation
Pronunciation: \ˈvəl-n(ə-)rə-bəl, ˈvəl-nər-bəl\
Function: adjective
Etymology: Late Latin vulnerabilis, from Latin vulnerare to wound, from vulner-, vulnus wound; probably akin to Latin vellere to pluck, Greek oulē wound
Date: 1605*
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from Merriam Webster online dictionary
1 : capable of being physically or emotionally wounded
2 : open to attack or damage : assailable
3 : liable to increased penalties but entitled to increased bonuses after winning a game in contract bridge.
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This overlay of two presidents speaking in public is a spring board to suggest how vulnerability attracts us at listeners, warms our heart, and allows us to smile and laugh more easily Regardless of politics, red/blue, black/white – which of the two presidents is a more vulnerable human being? Which one would be “more easily wounded”? – “open to attack”? What does this have to do with improvisation, comedy, or how we present who we are to others?
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The videos below feature to very funny people who carry a real vulnerability in every nuance, each move, and by their very presence.
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Christopher Crosby “Chris” Farley (February 15, 1964 – December 18, 1997) |
Mitchell Lee “Mitch” Hedberg (February 24, 1968 – March 29, 2005)
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Do you see it? Suggest other comedians you find vulnerable and I will try to include them in future posts about Comedy and Vulnerability.
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That's my son Peter's band! He is the one right above the "AS" in Flash Rock with the "Suicidal" pitched brim hat. ("Suicidal" is the name a band) He's been drumming on just about any surface he could find since he was in middle school and this is his third band since a time when I could not staple enough insulation and padding around his drum kit to dampen the double peddle thumps and crashes. I like the name "End of Expectations"! It seems to define the word "improvisation". Just this June I saw him play at a club in Seattle and the vibration through my spine was only partly due to the volume. Most of it was the eruption of sheer fuzzy pride. |
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You can watch the web cast recorded in Southern California last weekend by clicking the link below.
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Home Town Video – Meet Your Playful Self
Posted: 9th August 2010 by cord in Book Berry Road, UncategorizedTags: acting, improvisation, playful, self help
The City Hall in my home town - Independence, Wisconsin.
Returning to the place of one's birth is somewhat haunting. The first eighteen years of my life played, tried, and cried within a mile of the steeple clock. I returned to do a "Meet Your Playful Self" workshop with some really impressive high school students, which was produced at the Trempealeau County Community Television studio. This is the introduction of a video series demonstrating four of the forty seven steps offered in "Meet Your Playful Self" workshops and literature..... (Your comments are encouraged, appreciated, and longed for:)
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Cordwood House
Posted: 8th August 2010 by cord in The Driftless TrailsTags: cordwood, driftless, poetry
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Written in Spring of 2003 on the edge of a river raise up a dwelling five winter’s snowfall no presents no surface then man and mentor some strong miles later i cannot imagine Continued Winter 2009 the hot summer sun you will leave me now the house it knew new people came the river has flooded
once flooded in dream
a tickling sprite-muse
charmed a charm scheme
it’s got to be round
biuld it from trees
i’ve left on the ground
mix it with mortor
use earth and straw
toss in a chimney
that has a good draw
came, come, and blew
ribs broken, blood sweating
dear partner lost too
for muse reindeer hoofs
the sprite lay a napping
not dreaming a roof
even older than i
stood in the middle
looked up to the sky
through snow then spring
the round house of cordwood
was a topped fairy ring
some spring yet to be
the muse is a-musing
and not telling me
offered its gift
in July a 4thing
a pink tidal shift
go on to explore
the spirit that made me
see the edge of the door
my/our time was done
it send me an angel
to say so with fun
to finish the chore
the circle it scared them
they built square next door
twice in this scheme
waiting for currents
to float down a dream
Selling Addictives
Posted: 7th August 2010 by cord in Muse LaneTags: addiction, convenience stores, structural poetry
I sell addictives. I do not hang out on the street corners. Not my style. I do not hang with gangs. Not as you might think of them. I deal in gambling, alcohol, cigarettes. . . . . . . . . . . . . I . . . . . . Work . . . . . . HERE . . . . |
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