I Know the Way You Can Get By Hafiz

I know the way you can get
When you have not had a drink of Love:

Your face hardens,
Your sweet muscles cramp.
Children become concerned
About a strange look that appears in your eyes
Which even begins to worry your own mirror
And nose.

Squirrels and birds sense your sadness
And call an important conference in a tall tree.
They decide which secret code to chant
To help your mind and soul.

Even angels fear that brand of madness
That arrays itself against the world
And throws sharp stones and spears into
The innocent
And into one's self.

O I know the way you can get
If you have not been drinking Love:

You might rip apart
Every sentence your friends and teachers say,
Looking for hidden clauses.

You might weigh every word on a scale
Like a dead fish.

You might pull out a ruler to measure
From every angle in your darkness
The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once
Trusted.

I know the way you can get
If you have not had a drink from Love's
Hands.

That is why all the Great Ones speak of
The vital need
To keep remembering God,
So you will come to know and see Him
As being so Playful
And Wanting,
Just Wanting to help.

That is why Hafiz says:
Bring your cup near me.
For all I care about
Is quenching your thirst for freedom!

All a Sane man can ever care about
Is giving Love!

I Heard God Laughing: Renderings of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky. Mobius Press, Oakland, CA, pp. 81

Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold

I first fell for Joan's writing in college, reading Slouching Towards Bethlehem. I dreamed of having her as an imaginary mentor. Seeing this documentary made me think about the value of writing as an act of self-reflection and self-authority. Though it is tragic to see the painful losses she endured over the arc of her life story, I am reminded of her bold authoring of selfhood. 

Sugar for the Pill by Slowdive

There's a buzzard of gulls
They're drumming in the wind
Only lovers alive
Running in the dark

And I rolled away
Said we never wanted much
Just a rollercoast
Our love has never known the way
Sugar for the pill
You know it's just the way things are
Cannot buy the sun
This jealousy will break the whole

Cut across the sky
And move a little closer now
Lying in a bed of greed
You know I had the strangest dream

And I rolled away
Said we never wanted much
Just a rollercoast
Our love has never known the way
Sugar for the pill
You know it's just the way things are
Cannot buy the sun
This jealousy will break the whole

And I rolled away
Said we never wanted much
Just a rollercoast
Our love has never known the way
Sugar for the pill
You know it's just the way things are
Cannot buy the sun
This jealousy will break the whole

Desert Repose

Enjoying the wandering, thrifting, wild cats, boulders, fireside talks, nourishment, sound baths, sky, and landscapes of the desert.

Beautiful Stranger by Kevin Morby

If you ever hear that thunder, put your eye to the sky, boy, and wonder
Maybe there's a kingdom above the weather
Oh, and whether you're gonna get our name is up to him

If you ever hear that crying in the distance like some siren
Maybe there's a singer with no ring around their little finger, no love
And If I lose my voice
If I have no choice but to go quiet
Won't you sing for me a melody into the night there
Well, if I die too young, if the wolf he comes
Fee-fi-fo-fum
If I die too young, oh, if the locust come
Well then, run, run, run
Free

If you ever hear that gunshot, you may think 'bout what you do but you don't got
Say a prayer, think of mother, I am a rock

If you ever hear that sound now
If the door gets kicked in here, they come now
Think of others, be their cover
I am what they're not

Pray for Paris
They cannot scare us
Or stop the music
You got a sweet voice, child
Why don't you use it?
If I die too young, if the gunmen come, I'm full of love
So release me, every piece of me, up above
(Up above)

Love my mama and my papa
Love my sister, can't stand the coppers up in their choppers
Oh, flying overhead, forty-nine dead
Singing, oh, my Lord, come carry me home
Oh, my Lord, come carry me home
I'm singing oh, my God, oh, my Lord
Oh, my God, oh, my Lord
Oh, my God, oh, my Lord
Oh, my Lord

And if I die too young for something I ain't done
Carry my name every day
Oh, I'm sorry
Oh, I'm sorry
Freddie Gray
But sleep easy like baby Jesus in a manger
Oh, sleep easy like little Jesus, beautiful stranger
Oh, beautiful stranger

If I die too young, let all that I've done be remembered
And I'll sleep easy like baby Jesus in his manger
And I'll sleep easy like little Jesus, safe from danger
Carry onward like some songbird, beautiful stranger
Carry onward like some songbird, beautiful stranger
Oh, beautiful stranger

Radical Women at the Hammer

Found my soul so profoundly moved by this exhibition of Radical Women, Latin American artists.

I attended a gallery walk-through with professor Jennifer Gonzalez who offered this quote I really loved, "There are women who think with the body, there are women who think with images, there are women who think, there are women."

Still Water by W.B. Yeats

We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us, that they may see, it may be, their own images,

and so live for a moment with a clearer,

perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.

Declaration of Enchantment

by Craig Chalquist, PhD

Preamble

When the powers of imagination come under attack by mass commodification, by religious fundamentalism, by intellectual mechanization, by political opportunism, by fiscal greed, by cynical disparagement, or by any other ideological enemy of what should be respected as a primary source of personal and collective liberty, it is incumbent upon us to defend these powers by making explicit how they engender our humanity.

We can live a few weeks without food, a few days without water, and a few hours without shelter in an inhospitable clime, but we cannot live for even a moment without some movement of imagination in mind and body. To restrict its enlivening flow is to cripple the wellsprings of health, vitality, and sanity.

“Enchantment” as used herein refers to the mood of eager, inviting wonder: a precious gift of the free uses of imaginative capacities such as fantasy, awe, reverie, foresight, fancy, vision, play, and invention. Enchantment is a self-evident basic right. An assault on enchantment is an assault on the human spirit.

Article 1: 

To be able to imagine is a primal human need. We cannot make a move without imagining where we go. Every great creative work, every achievement, every plan, every calculation and experiment, everything our species ever grew, raised, crafted, built, and tended began as a fantasy in someone’s imagination.

Article 2:

Imagination allows us to evaluate before we risk, emote before we enact, and experiment before we commit. Identity and empathy emerge from the matrix of our shared imaginative interiority. Without imagination, we cannot envision the consequences of our acts or feel into how they could impact other beings.

Article 3:

Imagination remains healthy only when free to go where it will, even when its images disturb, challenge, or unsettle. Trying to suppress them takes them too literally, making their translation into action more likely and not less. Fantasies harmfully acted out are fantasies imperfectly imagined.

Article 4:

A truly free people enjoy free use of their imagination. Tyranny begins when a group seeking power over others and over what they need to live restricts some fantasies and degrades others into political or religious propaganda. Tyrannies spread disenchantment through fear-mongering, name-calling, and turning citizens against each other. A free citizen must stand up for the right to imaginal liberty.

Article 5:

Enchantment-killing explanations of imagination in terms of linguistic units, psychological mechanisms, or intracranial biochemistries cuts off consciousness from its somatic, communal, ecological, and spiritual roots—and is itself a fantasy structure unconsciously acted out. Like human nature, imagination and its emergent works are always far more than their constitutive elements.

Article 6:

The products and figures and beings of imagination possess their own autonomy and imaginal reality. They need no passports and recognize no customs guards. When treated with respect and hospitality, they often disclose insights and intuitions different from and deeper than any contrivable by the conscious mind. They also enchant the world by clothing it in the magical garments of fantasy, symbol, image, vision, and dream.

Article 7:

Disparaging imagination, enchantment, and fantasy as “escapism” betrays a deep fear of them based in ideological self-restriction. Some people do use realms of fantasy as a haven from the messy details of living, but for this they must literalize and materialize these realms well beyond the sphere of fantasy. Very often the clue for how to reground in the everyday, creatively and realistically, awaits discovery within the fantasies themselves.

Article 8:

The imagination is naturally diverse. When welcomed and explored, each fantasy carries its own expressions, perceptions, moods, voices, and values. Each fantasy in turn must interact with all others in an ever-creative interior democracy that furnishes the imaginal foundations for genuinely inclusive political democracy. We imagine, therefore we are a people.

Article 9:

The arts and humanities deserve our sustained attention, sustenance, and protection because, beyond their incalculable value to their cultures of origin and to humanity as a whole, they bring reenchantment while nurturing creativity. Depriving the arts and humanities of support impoverishes cultural life and deprives citizens of imaginal enrichment. The measure of a society’s health is in how strongly it supports its vehicles of imagination.

Article 10:

Threatening people with the loss of basic necessities, including safe places for reflection and inspiration, also attacks their imagination. Impoverished children play at the dump: imagine what they could envision and grow up to create if they were not forced to live there. Poverty is undeclared war on the human spirit.

Article 11:

Without the gifts of the imagination, we cannot fashion the new stories we need for carrying us forward. Systemic catastrophes like patriarchy, poverty, greed, global warming, habitat destruction, warfare, and bigotry all represent failures of imagination and, therefore, failures of the stories we tell ourselves about who we are, our place in the world, and how we should be with each other.

Article 12:

Everyone deserves to live in an enchanted world community formed of many communities of belonging, justice, peace, and plenty; but we cannot assemble or strengthen these communities without free access to imagination as well as opportunities to exercise its powers and enlarge its scope.

Article 13:

Without enchantment and fantasy, we face no mysteries, only static things we have not rationally explained yet. Without mystery, there is no humility; and when humility shrinks, societies rot from within and topple like trees hollowed out by disease. The cure is found in networked pockets of flourishing imaginative community.

Article 14:

With imagination, we can perceive and enjoy the organic intelligence of the natural world and the sense of self-sustaining order that pervades the cosmos. With imagination, we live in places that converse with us. Instead of futilely and hubristically trying to master Nature, we take our place within it as one species among many, a species with much to learn.

Article 15:

“Imagination” is another word for “Possibility” brought into creative view. To explore Possibility requires Liberty. Unfettered imagination is the last outpost of freedom.

Source chalquist.com