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Sarah diu: Estic pensant en l’espai físic entre nosaltres quan ens connectem, digitalment. Ara és encara més evident. Quan ens trobarem "cara a cara", o és aquest espai virtual el que prosperem per a les nostres interaccions?? M'ofereix aquesta llibertat per expressar-me, sense limitacions ni judici? Mai ‘prescriviu’ i, per tant, ‘permeteu’ que passi res, orgànicament. També estic pensant en l’espai entre els meus ossos i la meva pell, perquè hi ha el prescrit. Diu Maija: Estic enfonsant plomalls mentre decidim començar. Hi ha alguna cosa reconfortant a la collita. Un intercanvi d'energia que m'anima, més encara ara sóc conscient d’aquest fet que és la collita i la plantació. Quan em coneguis, seré per fora, espai i temps lligats. Aquí teniu festa en els meus pensaments, tan ràpid com el vent que es respira. L’espai entre és paradoxal. Diu Maija, parla'm dels ossos i la pell. (Però prometo passar-te notes escrites a mà si cal) 😉 Sarah says: Estic conservant figues mentre emprenem el nostre segon capítol de conversa. La collita més abundant en deu anys, a causa de les precipitacions rares. Les fulles de figuera em cobreixen el cos mentre les collo, com si em censurés la carn. La meva carn és el que sento a l’espai entre els meus ossos i la meva pell. Els ossos són durs i forts, la pell seca i fràgil. La carn de l’espai que ocupa ocupa tot l’espai permès. Carn del meu cos, carn del fruit de la figa, generosa, sensual, sexual, naturalesa, connectat. Sarah Misselbrook: (M'encanta la idea de rebre notes escrites a mà – Vella escola!) Al maig: Positivament rebel! Converses subterrànies? Al maig: Diu Maija: Fotut, Veig el que vols dir! Tan bon punt vau dir carn, el crit es va aixecar, la veu del cos, No em sou propietari!!!! Potser hi ha una recepta més amable que el judici condemnatori, els límits autoritaris, el control… si és així s’ha oblidat, la forma d’escriure i complir un guió amb tendresa, totalment, confiat en tu. Al maig: (A grans trets, em refereixo al macrocultural) Al maig: Diu Maija: Què és aquesta recepta que s'insereix sota la meva pell que restringeix el confinament que m'inhibeix d'on ha vingut i per què l'escolto i com la transmuto, remodela-la de tant en tant i quan? Maija: Llibertat sí, go ahead 🙂 Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: Potser una "edat adulta" reguladora de la societat / cultura i autoregistrada, regla i mesura. Un que, si s’adopta, pot ser substituït per una meravella "infantil" i una més completa, tendra connexió amb un mateix i amb els altres. Una eliminació de la "ridiculització". L’adopció de l’acceptació de si mateix. Es produeix llavors una llibertat. La figuera és innegablement bella, generosa, envelliment, ple de carn a l’estiu i esquelètic a l’hivern. Al maig: Imagino que això cridava al bosc per sentir-me cridar. Com per recuperar la meva veu per mi primer. Sarah Misselbrook: Sí! Cridant… una expulsió infantil d’emocions. Un que es "prescriu" com a "negatiu" o "antisocial". Cridem al bosc. Al maig: ? Diu Maija: això sembla una bona medicina, qui ha dit al nen que creixi perquè el món que hi ha és fred ha perdut completament la qüestió. Al menys, el punt on estem conduint en algun lloc d'un camí boscós, auto designat no prescrit. La Maija diu que em parli dels cicles i expressions, missatges i records de la Fig diu la Sarah: les fulles de figuera històricament, religiosament i artísticament han estat expressions de censura, que cobreixen els genitals. Imitant la coberta del seu propi madur, fruita tova. La civilització dels nostres organismes públics esdevindrà acceptable. El marciment, les branques negres esquelètiques estan nues a l’hivern, hibernant, estalvi d'energia. Jo sóc la figuera. Un nou creixement a la primavera imita la meva pròpia energia. La figuera ens ofereix esperances per a la crisi climàtica, restauració i afirmació que si es deixa sol, la natura ens sobreviurà. Diu Maija: Em va venir un pensament entre llegir-te i collir orenga del jardí. Potser això és el que és la dissidència: una invitació a la llibertat. Una redefinició de paràmetres, un recordatori que és lliure de trobar el seu propi camí, junts, sense concessions, connectat mitjançant el diàleg, no allunyat per la diferència. Al maig: Hahahaha vull escriure, però ara sona lasciu. Problemes d’interpretació. Dilemes de censura. Al maig: Sense censura, però va interrompre el flux de resposta, Vull conèixer les teves figueres i escoltar-ne els ossos, bellesa adormida, vestit amb l’esquelet de les melenyes amb els genolls molestos. (Phew, he superat la mica problemàtic ?) Diu Maija: No ho sabia del mimetisme, la fulla de figuera que dóna sentit als genitals, allà hi ha la promesa de fructificar! Quina és aquesta aversió a la maduresa? Hem oblidat com ser fill de l’ànima, creador / guerrer, i wizenedone? A tots ens morirà de vida si mai no se’ns permet madurar més enllà de la nostra naturalesa infantil sense formar. Què més podríem convertir-nos?? Sarah diu: som dones guerreres. Ple de fruites i plaer sensual, propietat nostra. Donar o censurar, això és nostre. Revelar o dissimular. Quan volem. El nostre arbre, el nostre cos. Complert. La vida. Plaer. Dolor. La nostra. La vida. Mort. Agafant el nen en nosaltres, però envalentit per sempre per la dona madura. Sarah Misselbrook: Knobby knees ? Sarah diu: la natura és implacable en la seva maduresa. Per la seva pròpia naturalesa, oculta i revela en cicles. Sarah diu: la natura juga, amb disculpes. Al maig: Riure en veu alta Maija: Mmm! Sarah diu: *sense disculpes…. Sarah diu: el meu telèfon em censura. Al maig: Òbviament! Hahaha Ho he llegit totalment de la manera correcta que interessant Sarah Misselbrook: Per descomptat que ho vas fer, i per això funciona tan bé! Diu Maija: Vaig créixer amb l'eucaliptus d'escorça de candela, prim com jo, troncs pàl·lids platejats a la llum de la lluna, paper d’oliva i fulles vermelles com la plata que xiuxiola al sol. El cos abraça cos a cos, orella per escorçar va revelar que l’aire de la seva corona era un riu de so que brollava i precipitava un riu humit i caigut per l’interior, gorgotejant amb el plaer dels xiuxiueigs dels vents. JO, arbre caminant, lluny de la terra seca i el sol calent porta la memòria com els arbres em porten la memòria de mi. Sarah diu: les teves paraules ‘els arbres porten el meu record’ m’han fet plorar els ulls. Què han vist els arbres? Què han viscut? Quines alegries, dolors? Viu en ells, com nosaltres. Poseu-vos ràpid, com els arbres. Resistirem la tempesta. Les nostres arrels són profundes. Deixeu que el vent ens faci front, la pluja per donar-nos vida. El sol per cremar-nos la pell. Envellim amb els arbres i ens agraden. Al maig: Els arbres són la consciència vegetal més gran i unificada que experimentem present a les nostres vides, Maija reflexiona. La seva presència es nota. Alguna vegada us heu mogut pels arbres a la nit? És més fàcil percebre les seves personalitats a les fosques, Alguns acollidors ofereixen refugi, altres hostils o esgarrifosos. Una amiga meva llunyana diu que els arbres recullen les meves cançons i que ella em pot sentir cantar, podria ser així? Que connectats estem nosaltres i els arbres? Al maig: "Sóc de la gent del bosc" es fa ressò "Sóc de la gent del bosc" Més fort, inflor "Som de la gent del bosc" Ara sento el batec del cor Tambor Hi havia un home que em va dir que els arbres eren els llibres originals I la seva saviesa no necessitava cap traducció en brut des de la font Són els guardians originals del lloc. Al maig: La bella dorment diu: em vigilava mentre somiava. Al maig: *ells Maija diu que hi ha somnis en què el foc és com la lava en un turó i hi ha somnis en què hi ha una piscina de lava a sota de l'arbre.. Hi ha somnis on l’arbre és el portal i hi ha somnis on el llac és tota sang. Hi ha somnis on hi ha sequera i somnis on hi ha aigua dolça. En un, l’arbre és la bruja. Un altre em converteixo en l'arbre. De vegades em cauen les plagues i no sé si això és un equilibri o un final. De vegades, la lava és viva i agafa els dits de Sedna. De vegades em pregunto on han anat els fae. De dia els ocells vénen a sentir-me cantar. Al maig: (Aquesta vegada anem a fer àudio amb zoom perquè puguem llegir les nostres parts en directe sense editar-les per torns) Al maig: (bona nit x) Sarah Misselbrook: (Bon dia x) Sarah diu: la figuera que es va tallar al correu que em vas enviar… Hi ha esperança, He estat testimoni de les figueres delmades pel foc, ja sigui salvatge o controlat, i dins 1 o 2 anys, l'arbre comença a rebrotar. Si no està desarrelat, Hi ha esperança. Tornaré a visitar el lloc on l’incendi forestal va cremar una gran quantitat d’hectàrees a prop d’aquí a l’octubre, que passarà un any des que es va crear una instal·lació i actuacions d’allà.. Gravaré el que ha començat a créixer de nou al cap d’un any. La figuera i l’olivera ens poden mostrar com es comença a restaurar. [18/08/2020, 20:57:26] Al maig: Diu Maija: la renovació i el renaixement ve després de l'antídot al nostre esforç ressecat on es normalitza aquesta desconnexió de la saba i el fruit la terra i el cor l'aigua i el vent tot fent-me ressò ens fem eco Sí, potser només ho estic atrapant ara un fragment de la teva enunciació Ho vas cridar a la vall que vas fer, dalt de la roca: el genoll de les vídues, la taula dels gegants l'altiplà dels ballarins del cel. Sé que sí que em vaig asseure a la cadira d'una sala de conferències enfosquida i vaig veure que et tornava a arribar em pots escoltar Sí, per descomptat, enviats i rebuts Però ara el cor tremola Un veritable xiuxiueig L'eco eco Quina formació de terra Quin ésser orgànic Parla així al cor Els ressons d'exhoes No rebotar les superfícies No és per lliscar un ball solitari per passadissos hostils Però per ressonar Amb un calfred texturat Un pírcing emotiu Un missatge tendre Aquest dolor no és només el meu [18/08/2020, 20:58:01] Al maig: Error ortogràfic *entregat [18/08/2020, 20:58:39] Al maig: Ooooh [18/08/2020, 20:58:47] Al maig: (Estima aquesta màgia) [18/08/2020, 21:29:06] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: El retorn a la roca M'està cridant en això La foscor Un escenari sense il·luminar fins La lluna plena com a guia Projecció d'ombres de El negatiu jo La nit ofereix una brisa més fresca per moure aquest cos Meva Amunt, cap al bosc Tornaré Sec, ossos dolorosos Encara, per ara Quan arriba setembre Respondré a la seva trucada Fins llavors Enganxat a les ombres Per escapar del sol de l'estiu Per oliar els genolls nudosos I després marxa al ritme del meu cor Ecos… ressons… en la foscor Amb només la crida d'aparellament dels gripaus per companyia Les ombres de les oliveres mostren el camí t'escolto [18/08/2020, 21:35:20] Al maig: (m) Va reclamar els genolls! Va reclamar els genolls! Un susserrarion xiuxiueja a través del capvespre Artesania alècmica La natura ens mostra el camí [18/08/2020, 22:25:43] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: És com si a través d'algun portal d'aquesta pedra natural de les valls Doneu testimoni A aquest cos actuant Amb la teva referència a aquests genolls nudosos I els peus coberts de líquens Nus i revestits d'argila La pell s'enfosqueix i s'asseca amb cada dia Passant Aquesta batuta A Vostè [18/08/2020, 23:15:33] Al maig: Et converteixes en la terra? o la terra es converteix en tu?? Do you begin to speak of each other’s rhythms Mirroring each other like a lovers kiss in the lake of dreams? Alone who is the witness? Interpretació, the action is gathered unto the moment and do you surrender to it and to nature in the listening? o la terra i la natura es lliuren a vosaltres mateixos?? La seva cendra, El seu sol va madurar, it’s lichen lace and bark crumbs Who is isolated ? Caught in time Cast in shiny whiteness A pose of a former action Re-placed Like a ghost of the negative she whomever they may be Do you layer time this way inhabiting space with your former expression? Or do the art objects become alive less like ghosts and more like vessels for dialogue or memory, material musings to dress and redress with new layers of the onion Do you cook with onions in your kitchen? [18/08/2020, 23:26:31] Al maig: Diu Maija, These onions I mean These questions are Questions of myself, Of you Simultaneously. I ask them And they are are OUR questions, my questions of you i ask of myself and the answers arrive in your voice Echoes echoes Not a copy like a record But a unique carbon echo Material matters Willing themselves into Question for you and I and us and them without borders suddenly in this dialogue A mystical place almost with natural laws of its own A lived process where the performance is not a show so much as a function of the answer answering previously un-uttered questions Not to uttered questions for Within the action is the feltination (Acabo d'inventar aquesta paraula) Like sensation but it’s not a sensing info of a sense of to understand More a feeling of, touching like the words and questions mark the earth and rock and heart and limb These marks on bodies Consensual negotiation Less give and take More offering and selection These marks on bodies Invisible art!?! Adorning the process with the story of the action Performed in life [18/08/2020, 23:27:54] Al maig: (Typo * not to be uttered questions for within the action is…) [18/08/2020, 23:28:17] Al maig: Sensing info is supposed to be sensing into [18/08/2020, 23:29:03] Al maig: Ill read it to u in the morning, Goodnight x [19/08/2020, 08:28:50] Al maig: Repost: Diu Maija, These onions I mean These questions are Questions of myself, Of you Simultaneously. Els pregunto, I són les NOSTRES preguntes. Les meves preguntes sobre vosaltres, i ask of myself and the answers arrive in your voice Echoes echoes Not a copy like a record But a unique carbon echo Material matters Willing themselves into Question for you and I and us and them without borders suddenly in this dialogue A mystical place almost with natural laws of its own A lived process where the performance is not a show so much as a function of the answer answering previously un-uttered questions Not to be uttered questions for Within the action is the feltination (Acabo d'inventar aquesta paraula) Like sensation but it’s not a sensing into or “a sense of” to understand More a feeling of, touching like the words and questions mark the earth and rock and heart and limb These marks on bodies Consensual negotiation Less give and take More offering and selection These marks on bodies Invisible art!?! Adorning the process with the story of the action Performed in life ‎[19/08/2020, 08:29:18] Al maig: ‎audio omitted ‎[19/08/2020, 08:30:05] Al maig: ‎audio omitted ‎[19/08/2020, 08:31:15] Al maig: ‎audio omitted [19/08/2020, 08:33:28] Al maig: * marks phrase is a reference to Karen Barad [19/08/2020, 11:05:33] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: My hands my feet my body Are no longer mine Cast, to become A negative me Temporarily restricted Then freed into the world A shadow cast in pure, guix blanc – still and peaceful An offering of time To nature An utterance A musical note Of pleasure and pain Death masks Of a life connected Hands and feet touch every inch of this land Leaving their mark A spiritual or religious offering To place And shared space No longer mine But ours [19/08/2020, 22:06:51] Al maig: Diu Maija: the constriction of the negative she curled whitely on the floor secured by a metal spine echoed my own constriction Past present and empathetic It was Like looking at my insides on the Stone floor Not the organs and bones but the emotional landscape and energy floes like ice floes and riverbeds sunwheels and knitted baskets of memory clogging the stream I learned one thing though Feltination can forecast the beyond other me before it is experienced and press on Like a North Star Guiding my quest [20/08/2020, 07:47:46] Al maig: Good morning, I hope my unspooling thoughts continue to make sense henceforth! [20/08/2020, 09:54:23] Sarah Misselbrook: ?? [20/08/2020, 10:00:19] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: "Paisatge emocional" – sí… as if experiencing the work like braille Navigating over the sculptural surface Contours Spikes Smoothness Imperfections The white cast sits within another emotional landscape with its own history, its own story A medieval vault An underground crypt Cobbled stone floor Dust ridden surfaces Presenting purity in contrast A juxtaposition of the visual Hard against soft Pure against tainted Skeletal against fleshy [20/08/2020, 11:09:34] Al maig: Diu Maija: For me it took on the modern fairytale quality, It’s underground secret body echoing the underneath-inner of Rapunzles tower, on va començar aquesta conversa. Va dir Rapunzle… “Em vaig rapar el cap perquè…”I em vau fer ressò d’una altra capa d’una altra capa. Aquestes capes de mi d'espai d'habitacions… [20/08/2020, 11:10:20] Al maig: ((I will ask about contrasts in the interview)) [20/08/2020, 11:21:02] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: Sense pèl ho farà, per sempre, romandrà sota terra. Un crit més proper a la terra. Amb capes de prescripció posades sobre ella. Autodeterminada. Estalvi personal. El seu propi guerrer. Profund. Profund. [20/08/2020, 11:21:12] Sarah Misselbrook: Meravellós! [21/08/2020, 08:17:06] Al maig: (Matí, that feels complete, maybe time to start a new thread?) [21/08/2020, 08:18:25] Al maig: ❤️?❤️✨❤️✨ [21/08/2020, 08:20:26] Al maig: ❤️?❤️? [21/08/2020, 08:28:56] Al maig: Diu Maija: I am thinking about “Prescription or not” Wondering about the felt sense of This word which comes up again and again To prescribe To adopt To prescribe To rebel To prescribe To delineate Scribe lined grooved marked Written Pre planned script Whose script is this Awareness blooming Inside the body We take it in dont we Inside under the skin As you say Into the flesh And cry it out on rivers In flow Flowing with process Creative / destructive Exploring and questing Refining, distilling and stirring Extracting so we can see it On the outside Artifacts of process More and more I feel like The art object is not the art but the catalyst for Conversation The relic of consummation Or integration Or an manner of things Body to body My material musings Hers The whisper of the land Beaconing me Seriously though Whose prescription is this That is is the question Do I have freedom of movement Is this MY creation? Do I have a choice And in that choice what do I wish to create with you With this With the material Of alive matters? [21/08/2020, 08:35:35] Al maig: ‎This message was deleted. [21/08/2020, 08:37:20] Al maig: Diu Rapunzle: els meus cabells tornen a créixer i aquesta vegada són meus: tendriling up from the not so silent earth Like vigorous vine like fire threaded, sunwarmed wheat I have made a break from ‘your’ prescriptions I have taken time alone and shaven to rewrite my dreams and now the energy stirs like renewal of the fruiting tree pushing up from the wasteland alerting us to the secret fertility hidden in the pause [21/08/2020, 12:34:22] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: your words enrich the process Enrich the book as object To consume Non prescribed responses To the artwork It is no longer mine Liberated by the additions of others The sharing and collaborative approach The book printed from the forest Another offering Back to the forest Leaves Pages Cover Bark Spine Trunk Reflection Connection [21/08/2020, 13:10:08] Al maig: ? [21/08/2020, 13:11:02] Al maig: Making visible the exchange The intra-action The co-creative dialogue Of meeting elements [21/08/2020, 19:36:38] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: Isn’t it wonderful This life Is this life? Catalunya to reverse lockdown easing News today Devastating for local businesses Health Wealth Priorities Sameness One world We are all connected Caring for you and all I am here Isolated Socially distant I will remain But forever connected Across oceans Borders Channel Energy Positivity Calmness At one with it all And For some reason Such affirmation in this quest Beauty everywhere I feel it all So deeply Empath The beginning [21/08/2020, 19:37:01] Al maig: ? [21/08/2020, 19:49:41] Al maig: Ziegeist non grata The forbidden spirit of the times Is THE called for balm To heal the wounds of this world built and prescribed By limited minds. Faig riure i llanço les extremitats com un bebè que cau, impactat per la sacsejada dels ulls amples d’alguna cosa nova – On són les fronteres d’això? – Asks the body As we tumble joyously down the river of wordwrapped performativity Living life. Afirmant que sí, aquest fet natural orgànic. It is Warming to connect And realise the work of the mystery so effortlesslyAffirming because “they” said lockdown was so isolating And I was confused being so connected and so isolated Anyway This is my normal life Far flung from kin and other ordinary things. Learning this is ok My way Learning to balance the invisible incredible with the tangible timing Trusting that this way is Useful in the process And this process so important Connecting each of us on Though land and life Through work and body Through thought and dream Through action and Beginning ‎[21/08/2020, 19:52:20] Al maig: ‎audio omitted ‎[21/08/2020, 19:52:53] Al maig: ‎audio omitted ‎[21/08/2020, 19:53:29] Al maig: ‎audio omitted ‎[21/08/2020, 19:53:40] Al maig: ‎audio omitted ‎[21/08/2020, 19:53:51] Al maig: ‎audio omitted ‎[21/08/2020, 19:54:22] Al maig: ‎audio omitted [21/08/2020, 20:44:15] Sarah Misselbrook: (Wonderful to hear it read aloud) a more personal rhythm, as you intended. [22/08/2020, 08:27:48] Al maig: (Morning x Im trying to find where we discussed the interviewdid we agree a time?) [22/08/2020, 09:41:01] Sarah Misselbrook: (Matí. X You mentioned that you’d need to confirm by Friday about Saturday!) [22/08/2020, 11:02:33] Al maig: Oh [22/08/2020, 11:02:57] Al maig: Well today is good if we can find a time [22/08/2020, 11:03:44] Al maig: Afternoon 2pm or Evening 7pm for example [22/08/2020, 11:06:46] Al maig: Those times in BST Later in the day gives me more time to finish preparing the questions tho [22/08/2020, 11:37:24] Sarah Misselbrook: Meravellós. 7pm your time is good for me. Although could do tomorrow morning if you prefer? Let me know. [22/08/2020, 11:38:26] Al maig: Tonight sounds good [22/08/2020, 11:39:15] Sarah Misselbrook: Lovely. Should I see the questions beforehand? Or just go for it? [22/08/2020, 11:39:56] Sarah Misselbrook: Oh and how? My connection is not perfect. But could try a video call on WhatsApp? [22/08/2020, 11:40:51] Al maig: If I send u a zoom link I can record the audio for you. [22/08/2020, 11:40:53] Al maig: ? [22/08/2020, 11:41:27] Sarah Misselbrook: Ah, I don’t have zoom. But I’ll download it this afternoon. Will confirm. [22/08/2020, 11:41:29] Sarah Misselbrook: ! [22/08/2020, 11:41:59] Al maig: I don’t think you NEED to see the questions but I will send them when I’ve typed them up 🙂 [22/08/2020, 11:42:22] Al maig: ? [22/08/2020, 11:42:36] Sarah Misselbrook: No rush. Don’t worry if not. I enjoy the not knowing! [22/08/2020, 12:16:35] Sarah Misselbrook: Ok I think I’m there with Zoom! [22/08/2020, 12:54:06] Al maig: It’s pretty easy [22/08/2020, 12:54:20] Al maig: I’ll send u a link to click beforehand [22/08/2020, 12:56:41] Sarah Misselbrook: ?? [22/08/2020, 15:15:25] Al maig: Un roser em va agafar diumenge passat, atrapat per una espina que m’agafa suaument l’orella, encara em va aturar pel puny de l’orell. Aquesta tarda, després d’agafar tomàquets petits i madurs del meu assolellat jardí, em preparo a retrobar-me, cara a cara, veu a veu, quin xoc serà! Quin ordre tan interessant de conèixer. I have been thinking about how nature is mz co-collaborator. [22/08/2020, 15:15:34] Al maig: *my [22/08/2020, 15:21:23] Sarah Misselbrook: Per "retrobar-me" – adoro aixó! Els dos habitarem, en temps real, l’espai digital entre nosaltres. Que té, fins ara, ha estat un testimoni de conversa, amb l’espai per pensar, potser massa! Es produeix una trobada més «natural» o «normal», amb interrupció humana, tartamudeig i retard. Porteu-lo endavant! [22/08/2020, 15:21:51] Sarah Misselbrook: (Sorry to hear about your ear ?) [22/08/2020, 15:51:14] Al maig: It’s ok it didn’t hurt, the rose let me go as soon as I started laughing [22/08/2020, 15:51:58] Al maig: ? [22/08/2020, 17:04:45] Al maig: I want to play a new game called observation and response. It will be our „QuickFire“ round. To play, Please bring 2-3 observations about your work or practice phrased as single sentance statements. Don’t think about it too much, I’ve made some observations too. [22/08/2020, 17:05:00] Al maig: (For the interview i mean) [22/08/2020, 17:06:42] Sarah Misselbrook: ??? [22/08/2020, 17:08:23] Sarah Misselbrook: Done!! [22/08/2020, 17:08:51] Al maig: Wow book making had made u quick! [22/08/2020, 17:08:54] Al maig: Has [22/08/2020, 17:09:08] Sarah Misselbrook: ? totally in that mindset!! [22/08/2020, 17:09:15] Al maig: Brill [22/08/2020, 17:16:31] Al maig: Do u wish to dress up dress down or dress crazy nature lady to get in the zone for later? [22/08/2020, 17:54:16] Sarah Misselbrook: ? going to have to see how hot it is by 7pm!! Off for a quick dip in the pool to cool the core, presently 37 degrees in the shade!!!! [22/08/2020, 18:18:55] Al maig: Wow good call, lucky u have access to a pool of some sort! [22/08/2020, 19:57:32] Al maig: https://us02web.zoom.us/j/89570104673?pwd=RUp2dEFOeTJyTXJxUU5YbmpFaFZLZz09 [22/08/2020, 19:59:46] Al maig: password 275220 [22/08/2020, 20:00:09] Sarah Misselbrook: ? [22/08/2020, 20:00:47] Al maig: if needed: Meeting ID: 895 7010 4673 [22/08/2020, 20:04:13] Al maig: so what time is it there? it’s 7pm here [22/08/2020, 20:04:24] Sarah Misselbrook: Sorry computer slow! Getting there… 8pm here! [22/08/2020, 20:06:25] Al maig: hehe [22/08/2020, 22:09:05] Al maig: Replay: https://us02web.zoom.us/rec/share/uPx8cOnJ7XxOc6eSzGH2fK4GHJy_X6a813dP_fMLxEjipehrX27OxcFEfaCKbpIP Password: 2u&DKcUQ I am downloading it to enable me to send it to you or edit it but I thought you might like a peek at this temporary sharing link [22/08/2020, 22:09:18] Al maig: ? [22/08/2020, 22:28:33] Sarah Misselbrook: ??? [22/08/2020, 22:52:28] Sarah Misselbrook: Hi Maija, is there a password to access the recording? [22/08/2020, 22:52:51] Sarah Misselbrook: Thanks again for a wonderful interview. Very probing, I loved it! [22/08/2020, 23:37:27] Al maig: Yes the pass word is 2u&DKcUQ [22/08/2020, 23:41:42] Sarah Misselbrook: Thanks x [23/08/2020, 11:50:36] Sarah Misselbrook: Gràcies, the link and password work fine. Looking forward to listening back. Yes please, when you have time I would love a file in order to be able to edit etc for the website. I’m going to listen to the replay this evening and I’ll let you know if I have anything to add! Encara, I think we managed to cover quite a lot of ground! S [23/08/2020, 12:51:55] Al maig: File sent! By wetransfer [23/08/2020, 12:52:37] Sarah Misselbrook: Great! [23/08/2020, 15:44:42] Sarah Misselbrook: I’ve just watched the interview. Simplement meravellós. Brain orgasms? wisdom? So fruitful. X [23/08/2020, 15:54:58] Sarah Misselbrook: I’ve also just noticed in the bookwhere I’ve allocated the Foreword, you are more than welcome to ‘spill’ over onto the following page!!!! [23/08/2020, 15:55:53] Al maig: ? [24/08/2020, 12:57:48] Al maig: Maija says I am sitting here With a grasshopper on my palm wondering what they eat and why they are determined to hang out in my kitchen this year They are so large how have I not seen one ever before [24/08/2020, 13:32:34] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: Hi ha un significat o un cert simbolisme a un insecte que aterra a la palma? I’m sure there is if it’s a butterfly Something in you attracts fellow creatures To connect physically And feel safe to do so Our hands and feet are the parts of us that physically experience this world Touch Feeling Texture Weight [24/08/2020, 17:08:06] Al maig: Jo en vaig estar segur el dia que vaig deixar que una abella es posés a la cara. Em preguntava de quin color podia brillar. Haha [24/08/2020, 22:15:07] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: Realising another duality or contrast Not only flesh against bone Hard against soft Dark against light But also Masculine against feminine Within the same body The one person Attributes Personality Feeling Ego Nurture Self and other Another ebb and flow Of being [24/08/2020, 22:17:35] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: The space between Crack Wrinkle That is the far more intriguing negative me That’s where the beauty lies I have laughed And cried I have cracked My skin Surface Rock Negative That is where the story is [24/08/2020, 23:07:57] Al maig: (This is a delight Fucking hilarious and I have no idea why Love love love!) De vegades, les paraules tenen textures tan boniques! Crack and wrinkle The sounds they make another contrast [24/08/2020, 23:08:18] Al maig: (That was a reply to the second one) [24/08/2020, 23:24:07] Al maig: Fire and water Never the twain should meet Remembering “I’d rather drown in someone else’s waters” (Foc a Aigua 2016) Two contrasting balancing processes Masculine Feminine Archetypal qualities and functions balanced on the wheel of creativity Merging in the centre of the whirl Where all is calm and whole How many times do we need to be burnt out and exhausted trying to live the icon the so called perfection the godform the raw material of creative matter-ing Expressing itself through form and function And we, gent, holding on to long to the ecstasy of “I am” this for that’s what identification is Holding on Forgetting we are human Forgetting we are LIFE IN MOTION exploring/imploding perfectly-imperfect paradoxically Beginning and ending Masculine and feminine Without the structure there is no birth Without the chaos there is no seeds Without the nurture There is no respect And love is empty Clinging to mishapen promises of fealty to an hidden king. But then the snakes come And the spiders weave And the big cats stalk And the bat feels the tremors And the bees bewizzle And the fig tree drops its fruit into your palm Plump and new [24/08/2020, 23:28:49] Al maig: Back when I had me myself and I to talk to: https://vimeo.com/171441349 [25/08/2020, 15:06:56] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: ‘Be real or fuck off’* Has to be the way to end this Whatever ‘this’ is I feel real As real as the fig fruit The olive trunk Identifiable I will take up that space A place in this world As part of nature’s web No longer an ‘inconvenient passenger’* I have broken through the cage Come with me For this is it ‘Be real or fuck off’ *(Maija Leipins, Foc a Aigua). [25/08/2020, 15:26:50] Al maig: Reverbrations Repercussions Remembering now The phrase arising In memory connected to multiple points I thought you were quoting my torrent from last November same thing I suppose Seeking that ecosystem The restorative organic mutually nurturing pool of lilypad dreams. How bizarre is that It strikes me as bizarre until it makes sense, I like that sense of surprise life gives when the landscape opens up to you and you discover something unexpected. ‘Sigues real o falla’ time to wear that dress not drown in the sticky white chocolate of the too good, al tacte dolç més lleuger. [25/08/2020, 18:02:16] Sarah Misselbrook: (I’m currently putting together the page on my site to ‘house’ our conversational poetry and the interview with code in the book to link through to, so I’ll be exporting this thread this week). Thanks Maija, anything else you need from me just shout! S x [25/08/2020, 18:45:32] Sarah Misselbrook: (That’s not to say we shouldn’t/can’t continueof course!!) [25/08/2020, 18:49:11] Al maig: sí, lets not stop 😀 [26/08/2020, 18:11:52] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: The reflective process Of transcribing The ebb and flow Of conversation And connection With you Our voices Difference and sameness Shared laughter Confirmation Further questioning Pertinent insights Deep probing Discovering More and more and more Striving for answers That pose more and more questions The space between our articulations Um… és… potser… Suposo… M'agrada… saps… Sí, sí! I know what you mean Just wonderful. [27/08/2020, 16:18:25] Sarah Misselbrook: (Transcription of interview complete) [27/08/2020, 17:16:20] Al maig: Yay well done!! [27/08/2020, 19:47:56] Al maig: Our laughter is so cute ? [27/08/2020, 20:04:53] Sarah Misselbrook: ? [27/08/2020, 20:20:24] Al maig: It rained here today Hard and long with rumbles and flashes of storm At the end of a long and anxious day in which my sons Apprehension had him Leap at the chance to go for a drive and we went and just went It was good to be on the move Exploring the forest of a rainy Sunday town of geese and supermarkets Flowing river and carparks just for the sake of leaving and coming back I packed a thermos of got chocolate and we drank it in the car Interns water level subsided Storm wracked the sky Even had to go without internet for a while [27/08/2020, 20:20:43] Al maig: *hot [27/08/2020, 20:20:51] Al maig: *internal [31/08/2020, 09:41:51] Al maig: Maija says The reflective process The notation The Pause. Permission to flow Remembered renewed Revived. Aqui estic [31/08/2020, 11:17:50] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: Storms collide Rainfall comes to nothing Still waiting Temperature plummets Body revived Clarity of thought Anxiety subsides Forest fire alerts calm Fresh breeze Atop the roof Preparing for rain harvesting When it comes Writing to reach you On the radio I can reach you I am here Too Reflecting You [31/08/2020, 14:26:39] Al maig: Me too A chill undertone Refreshing my lungs With coolness as a new chapter unfolds itself with fingers of autumnal cold and the breath of a frosted wind. And A frenzy of pruning ensued in the last warm sun as I cut back the undergrowth that has Burst under my nose Becoming overgrowth Like my hair split ended Or the dust spilling from neglected corners A new motion begins The outward tumble of Flaring leaves will be visible soon as the inward pull tethers us to the home hearth from which we scatter like crisp leaves laughing over the rocks I tired to make a circle out of hawthorn and instead it looks like an egg Did you know I was an autumn baby? [02/09/2020, 12:58:34] Al maig: Maija says Writing to reach you From one land to another Wind between us Sea between us Forest connects us Sunlight reflecting off the moons face New dreams flutter like fish Old memories fade like Withering leaves Energies gestating Let the new breath be for a new creation Materialisation Tasting autumn fruits for Winters rest [02/09/2020, 13:20:29] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: Autumn babies Another connection between us Veins Fingers Wrinkles Cold Shocks Cracks Bridging gaps Akin to the book An autumnal baby Released Fruits of the content Full moon beckons Walk to the forest And connect D.o.b 05/10/1977 [02/09/2020, 18:03:59] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: Beginning again To breathe this fresh air Is to renew my body from within This body moves materials pushing and pulling but inevitably showing me where they want to go The clay has a life of its own From the soil, it has a soul Sculpting, manipulating Flesh like clay Plaster pouring into crevices taking up the space between The positive and negative forms Leaves fall as source material Clay hardens Plaster cracks Imperfect Everything is a shadow of its former self From the fleshy, foscor del motlle negatiu ("El negatiu molt més intrigant"?) Ve de color blanc, clínica positiva, fràgil fins al final… [02/09/2020, 18:19:40] Al maig: Diu Maija: Beginning again To breathe with this heartbeat Is to steady myself amidst The flurry of colours on the Turning wheel. [03/09/2020, 10:59:48] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: Identifying with the turning wheel Testing patience Leg shaking Unusual bodily stillness Nervous energy Technology in sync? Natural rhythms of blood pumping Calms A tool, an extension of self Supposedly Controlling Connecting [23:09, 9/5/2020] Al maig: Maija says Testing patience There is a cacophony of fast pressing industry driving the pace forward by degrees of charm and alarm But the wren in the tree goes tweet tweet And the sunlight flares and fades slowly like the spent leaves glow with the colour of summer sun this season Sink into the grass with me and count the beetles bugs and flowers with your attention Noticing again the pauses in between the asking and the answers [14:41, 9/6/2020] Al maig: The tweeting wren [18:20, 9/7/2020] Sarah Misselbrook: Rhythm and rhyme Pace and time Yours and mine, The year flies Like the butterflies Noticing gaining losing Tweeting whispering choosing, To be here now To be present somehow, Thoughts of the moment Of some kind of atonement, For all this effect And how we affect The ugliness and the beauty It is our duty, To ask for forgiveness for being us To ask for all living things to regain their trust, I want to say sorry over and over again As if something will listen and drive me through the pain, Of being in and of a body Of being in and of a body. [16:50, 9/8/2020] Al maig: Figs!? Is it a sign? 🙂 [17:29, 9/8/2020] Sarah Misselbrook: Oh they look lovely. Where are they? I’ve just eaten the last few from the tree here with local honey and walnuts… [17:38, 9/8/2020] Al maig: Right by the road where I am to park to pick Rufus up from school every day [21:27, 9/8/2020] Al maig: Maija ofereix una obra audaç: Rhythm and rhyme A pace, a thyme Yours and mine, A truer chime The year flies by We become like butterflies Noticing gaining losing Claiming whispering choosing, t’whit-t’who To be here now And now And now To be present somehow, Pensaments del moment (Sóc del moment) D’alguna mena d’expiació, Tone deaf Toned by effort For all this effect And how we affect The ugliness and the beauty We are ugly in our beautiful Or is it the other way around? The beauty in the everything beauty is life living itself It is our duty, To ask for forgiveness for being us So they said And the plants whisper Forgive yourself Trust yourself To ask for all living things Show me how to love you better how to regain my power to act in bal… [19:43, 9/13/2020] Al maig: Diu Maija: how is Sarah? [09:12, 9/14/2020] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: Meravellós. Although predictive text wanted to write ‘wobbly’! Perhaps I am a little wobbly, as I have been perched on a second story platform of scaffolding this weekend. Up in the trees, with the birds filling my ears. Gràcies, how is Maija? [08:05, 9/20/2020] Al maig: I haven’t forgot to you! [09:17, 9/20/2020] Sarah Misselbrook: ? thank you for sending the playlists through. S [13:22, 9/20/2020] Al maig: (looking at one of Sarah’s photographs) Al maig, says: Ritual traces in the sands of my desert heart remembering the body re-member-ing the body in all its fleshy sweetness learning to select that which provides moisture, nutrients, chemical reactions fizzing dripping shifting life is stirring in the wastelands the alchemist has found her combination and the conditions that allow a transformation. This here altar This portal This encounter with the shape of my unfolding is the way marker An echo of the deeper wish, the action and re-action Who is echoing who? Ella, Ell, Em, Nature and her elements “dancing with the inevitable” [14:18, 9/20/2020] Al maig: Diu Maija: Estic llegint i escrivint, absorbint, digerint i estimant l’experiència de dialogar amb vosaltres mitjançant paraules i imatges. Everything is not a reflection but a resonant diffraction, Un entrellaçament mutu amb el bosc, les preguntes, the life living itself And there is so much “food” here This book of yours feels like a beginning I am trying to focus but I keep getting too enraptured (Al maig: burla de desmais) [14:18, 9/20/2020] Al maig: Girant en múltiples direccions delicioses [14:20, 9/20/2020] Al maig: Hi ha molta energia en la matèria! [14:29, 9/20/2020] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah diu: How privileged I am To know you How privileged ‘they’ are, to be reading your words soon On tenterhooks with energy And yes, the start of something So powerful Not the end Just a pause No answers Only further questions Which adds to this energy Bubbling up and boiling over The surface Tension I am with you in words and in images These viscous images and fleshy words Renewed by your engagement I am here listening Shivering with excitement To share with all To converse with you is an outlet for something I never knew was possible Hairs on end as I digest Catching the faint Maija as she offers up to the process Something invaluable Precious. [14:30, 9/20/2020] Al maig: ❤️ [13:39, 9/21/2020] Al maig: The hazelnuts are dropping onto an autumnal body of soil and detritus and they rattle in my palm clacking and comforting As I send you “a thing” nervously trust in the process as best I can And there is a beautiful striped spider in the garden There are spiders spiders everywhere [13:30, 9/22/2020] Sarah Misselbrook: The autumnal crisp is something I miss That smell of rotting, compostatge fulles, alimentant la terra, laying dormant, per a futurs passos cap a la primavera cap endavant. La meva situació difereix, amb calor contínua del sol de finals d’estiu, com si fos una segona primavera càlida, les verdures prosperen, ocells enlairats i abelles rusc. El verd és el color tallat per les polsoses traces que porten els meus peus. La terra és fèrtil a mesura que el bròquil creix a la velocitat de… bròquil?
 
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