The Wood of Wild Garlic
Saturday, 21 April 2018
11th February '18
Soil and marks made
Soil is the skin of the earth, and we comprise of the same minerals
Soil is the skin of the earth, and we comprise of the same minerals
Tuesday, 9 January 2018
January 7th 2018
whose trail
Tight- rope wate-r sod
oak leaf on spread thistle point
its own fairytale
prick to sleep
to dissolve to
Swirl swirl of mud in upraised leaf water swirl of ash vapour inside and outside body swirl and moisture folding in and under dissolve and form and dissolve
bare hedge opening
walk wide legged, soft footed ground sogging at each step boot, foot, rooting upwards my legs allow the feet to go mud descent dry hooked hawthorn wind blown off course stand firm and low allow mud slippage head caught, hand caught gather-puddles
Trees torn off branches take large ones and untangle hook them on body twice one falls a piece stays like hair other falls on top a graceful shaping of lines a coupling
the loose part some forgotten memories I hang on living low branch to be in air
the next broken branch I hook it hangs the last larger one I push up through empty branches till it sticks
move away three hanging limbs
then the large one falls to earth as winded trees do not meant to stay or try to mend the broken branches so many bits to break off what is left the autumn tree enjoying the sun and deep down replenishing its roots for spring
Place a wind fallen branch on each wooden fence post balanced in the middle so they sway building my own trees my inability to recreate nature I imitate it Mending? making with broken bits man -tampered wind -witched Hand -gathered How to repair I build a row of trees from broken pieces probably the only way in this world’s story
dead vines seem fragile these entanglements are strong and ungiving they want to hold on
Swirl swirl of mud in upraised leaf water swirl of ash vapour inside and outside body swirl and moisture folding in and under dissolve and form and dissolve
bare hedge opening
walk wide legged, soft footed ground sogging at each step boot, foot, rooting upwards my legs allow the feet to go mud descent dry hooked hawthorn wind blown off course stand firm and low allow mud slippage head caught, hand caught gather-puddles
Trees torn off branches take large ones and untangle hook them on body twice one falls a piece stays like hair other falls on top a graceful shaping of lines a coupling
the loose part some forgotten memories I hang on living low branch to be in air
the next broken branch I hook it hangs the last larger one I push up through empty branches till it sticks
move away three hanging limbs
then the large one falls to earth as winded trees do not meant to stay or try to mend the broken branches so many bits to break off what is left the autumn tree enjoying the sun and deep down replenishing its roots for spring
Place a wind fallen branch on each wooden fence post balanced in the middle so they sway building my own trees my inability to recreate nature I imitate it Mending? making with broken bits man -tampered wind -witched Hand -gathered How to repair I build a row of trees from broken pieces probably the only way in this world’s story
dead vines seem fragile these entanglements are strong and ungiving they want to hold on
Saturday, 5 November 2016
October 30th Halloween
Clare's notes
Radical responding
Respond to everything outside the self and body
Try and have the body disappear
Only respond ( Only connect E M Forster)
to outward elements
What does the air, earth, water around you inspire
What do the trees, sky, road, sound, weather, shapes, animals, insects, grass, leaves, stones, colours sing to you
What music do they all speak to you
all senses( see, hear, touch, smell, taste) but in response
Examine that music, that unworried form
How do all theses things ’sing’ (back) to you
William Blake’s Seeing angels in all the trees, visions
In place/meadow respond to other dancer, see them as of the place, respond to that
in poems of movement, music of movement
Put your thoughts into the natural world, see what it thinks
Quotes
Martha Graham via Zadie Smith’s new book about writing and dancing
There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. it is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. MG
The Wind
It’s like the light, -
A fashionless delight
It’s like the bee, -
A dateless melody.
It’s like the woods,
Private like the breeze,
Phraseless, yet it stirs
The proudest trees.
Emily Dickinson
Basho: Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. otherwise you impose yourself on the object and do not learn. Your poetry issues of its own accord when you and the object have become one - when you have plunged deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
Radical responding
Respond to everything outside the self and body
Try and have the body disappear
Only respond ( Only connect E M Forster)
to outward elements
What does the air, earth, water around you inspire
What do the trees, sky, road, sound, weather, shapes, animals, insects, grass, leaves, stones, colours sing to you
What music do they all speak to you
all senses( see, hear, touch, smell, taste) but in response
Examine that music, that unworried form
How do all theses things ’sing’ (back) to you
William Blake’s Seeing angels in all the trees, visions
In place/meadow respond to other dancer, see them as of the place, respond to that
in poems of movement, music of movement
Put your thoughts into the natural world, see what it thinks
Quotes
Martha Graham via Zadie Smith’s new book about writing and dancing
There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. it is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. MG
The Wind
It’s like the light, -
A fashionless delight
It’s like the bee, -
A dateless melody.
It’s like the woods,
Private like the breeze,
Phraseless, yet it stirs
The proudest trees.
Emily Dickinson
Basho: Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. otherwise you impose yourself on the object and do not learn. Your poetry issues of its own accord when you and the object have become one - when you have plunged deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
Friday, 23 September 2016
18 September 2016 Skin
Sophia's Photos
The skin of the trees show its medicine.
Texture protection
Our skin provides a nourishing home to a 1000 species of bacteria
The strong muscular bark of Hornbeam is for stress, to relax.
The flaking skin of the Silver birch is for skin conditions as exma .
The rough wrinkly look of the skin of the Oaktree is for toning and is highly astringent.
Restriction
Sensation
Touch 
Smooth, rough, spiky, fleshy, soft, hard,shiny, vibrant, dull, fresh and dry skin textures
Looking in through the layers
Our skin provides a nourishing home to a 1000 species of bacteria
Researchers say that "hairy, moist underarms lie a short distance from smooth dry forearms, but these two niches are as ecologically dissimilar as rainforests are to deserts."
Sunday, 6 March 2016
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