18th august.lengthy break
Vermic acquisition
Dreamt about a Buddhist statuette.
Rose early, earlier than I am used to.
This is something I should get into the habit of doing. Alarm set for 8.30 duly roused me from slumber (avoid clichés like the plague) I duly ignored it. I would have been sleeping still had I not received a phone call, wrong number incidentally. Lectures with Jane Whittaker, more useful than previous lectures. It helped me to focus what I wanted to research. As it happens it is my usual topic of obsession, coercion. I plan to make a link between social coercion (by whatever apparatus, social, governmental or whatever) and phases of artistic expression.
Lecture finished at 12 o’clock so that meant I had two hours to kill, spent the latter one talking with Rupert. The previous is a mystery lost to time. I don’t know what I was doing, wandering aimlessly probably.
2 o’clock, Nicholas arrived as DAVA and TAVA (Or part thereof) were waiting outside the dance studio for a lecture from a visiting artist on how to secure funding from the arts council. I may be able to sound out Sabrina if I get really stuck in the application process; she swung £4,000 earlier this year to develop her writing. Borrowed Nicholas’ guitar, a nylon stringed classical, I can play three chords now. I can’t necessarily play them one after the other…well I can when I really apply myself and trust my fingers to know what they are doing. This has really ignited an interest in the guitar, I was never too concerned about it before, being mainly into drums…well no, I can’t say that it didn’t interest me but I did think it was a talent beyond my means and my hand size. Lecture was excellent, the visiting artist, Rosie Ward managed to make three hours of information about getting funds from the arts council engaging. I am slightly less intimidated by the application procedure for the arts council now. Before it was a thing that I thought well out of my field. A pattern is emerging here what with the guitar, this pattern shall continue and extend to other areas of my life.
I copied out a section from Daisaku Ideda’s diary (It’s okay, he published it. I didn’t sneak into his room and steal a peek.)
‘I am 21 years old
Since setting out on my journey of life, what did I contemplate, what did I do, what did I make the wellspring of my happiness?
From this day on, I will advance bravely.
From this day on, I will live resolutely.
I will live within the life of the great law, win over my sufferings.
True sadness inspires one to lead a great life.
I now see the Great Path and perceive the true nature of life.’
Here’s a thing, as I began this section relating to Buddhism, a recorded track on iTunes began, it is Juryo-Hon.
So in many ways this is the cause of a more upbeat and less self deprecating thrust to my entries.
Visited Nicholas, talked, chanted, ate Bangers and Mash, played the guitar. Played a bin for a while, it was a more than adequate drum I could make a nice sound with it my striking the right point in the right way. Then I began writing this entry for the 19th January 200. It went thus…
19 January 2007
Vermic acquisition
Dreamt about a Buddhist statuette.
Rose early, earlier than I am used to.
This is something I should get into the habit of doing. Alarm set for 8.30 duly roused me from slumber (avoid clichés like the plague) I duly ignored it. I would have been sleeping still had I not received a phone call, wrong number incidentally. Lectures with Jane Whittaker, more useful than previous lectures. It helped me to focus what I wanted to research. As it happens it is my usual topic of obsession, coercion. I plan to make a link between social coercion (by whatever apparatus, (social, governmental or whatever) and phases of artistic expression.
Lecture finished at 12 o’clock so that meant I had two hours to kill, spent the latter one talking with Rupert. The previous is a mystery lost to time. I don’t know what I was doing, wandering aimlessly probably.
Until 2 o’clock, Nicholas arrived as DAVA and TAVA(Or part thereof) were waiting outside the dance studio for a lecture from a visiting artist on how to secure funding from the arts council. I may be able to sound out Sabrina if I get really stuck in the application process, she swung £4,000 earlier this year to develop her writing. Borrowed Nicholas’ guitar, a nylon stringed classical, I can play three chords now. I can’t necessarily play them one after the other…well I can when I really apply myself and trust my fingers to know what they are doing. This has really ignited an interest in the guitar, I was never too concerned about it before, being mainly into drums…well no, I can’t say that it didn’t interest me but I did think it was a talent beyond my means and my hand size. Lecture was excellent, the visiting artist, Rosie Ward managed to make three hours of teaching engaging. I am slightly less intimidated by the application procedure for the arts council now. Before it was a thing that I thought well out of my field. A pattern is emerging here what with the guitar, this pattern shall continue and extend to other areas of my life.
I copied out a section from Daisaku Ideda’s diary (It’s okay, he published it. I didn’t sneak into his room and steal a peek.)
‘I am 21 years old
Since setting out on my journey of life, what did I contemplate, what did I do, what did I make the wellspring of my happiness?
From this day on, I will advance bravely.
From this day on, I will live resolutely.
I will live within the life of the great law, win over my sufferings.
True sadness inspires one to lead a great life.
I now see the Great Path and perceive the true nature of life.’
I changed 21 to 24 to taste what it would be like to type it. Here’s a thing, as I began this section relating to Buddhism, a recorded track on iTunes began, it is Juryo-Hon.
So in many ways this is the cause of a more upbeat and less self deprecating thrust to my entries.
Visited Nicholas, talked, chanted, ate Bangers and Mash, played the guitar. Played a bin for a while, it was a more than adequate drum I could make a nice sound with it my striking the right point in the right way. Then I began writing this entry for the 19th January 200. It went thus…
19 January 2007
Vermic acquisition
Dreamt about a Buddhist statuette…
No I won’t repeat that ad-infinitum,that would be strange. Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.
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