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Shitao

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Tim is a 56 year old guy from Bococmo, Missouri, USA

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  • Protected inlet eddy of a wing dike Rocheport Missouri on Flickr - Photo Sharing!
  • River bottoms near Rocheport on Flickr - Photo Sharing!
  • Seasonal celebrations in downtown Skeeterville on Flickr - Photo Sharing!
  • Six Yogas of Naropa Page

    Rated Dec 06 2008 1 review buddhism, yoga, pranayama, naropa, pot breathing tripod.com

    The Six Yogas of Nāropa or Naro Choe Druk (Tib. na-ro'i-chos-drug), also called Naro's Six Doctrines or the Six Dharmas of Naropa[1] (Mandarin: Ming Xing Dao Liu Cheng Jiu Fa; rendered in English as: Wisdom Activities Path Six Methods of Accomplishment)[2], describe a set of advanced Tibetan Buddhist tantric practice, trance and meditation sadhana compiled in and around the time of the Indian monk and mystic Nāropa (1016-1100 CE), and conveyed to his student Marpa the translator. The Six Yogas were intended in part to help in the attainment of siddhi and enlightenment in an accelerated manner.

    Tumo - the Yoga of Psychic Heat
    Karmamudra - the Yoga of the four Mudras
    Jangwa, Gyurwa, Pelwa - the Yoga of Dream Time
    Osel, the Yoga of the Clear Light Mind
    Gyulu - the Yoga of the Illusory Body
    Powa - the Yoga of transference of consciousness

    Six Yogas of Naropa Page
  • Jacques Brel La Foire first recording English subtitles

    Rated Dec 06 2008 1 review music, video, fugs youtube.com

    This is for my friend Tuli Kupferberg, a favorite of his, here shown with fellow Fug Ed Sanders....



    In February 1953 Jacques Brel was just short of 24 years old when he made his first record, La Foire (The Fair) as the A side of a 78T( RPM) for Phillips in Belgium. An upbeat musetta's waltz of his own composition accompanied primarily by an accordion, it's bursting with youthful exuberance, optimism and love of life.
    While the video can't take you to that fair in Belgium, it will take you to Coney Island, New York, in 1952 with a clips from a prize winning short movie by Joseph Burstyn and Co. (in the public domain).

    J'aime la foire où pour trois sous
    L'on peut se faire tourner la tête
    Sur les manèges aux chevaux roux
    Au son d'une musique bête

    Les lampions jettent au firmament
    Alignés en nombre pair
    Comme des sourcils de géant
    Leurs crachats de lumière
    Les moulins tournent, tournent sans trêve
    Emportant tout notre argent
    Et nous donnant un peu de rêve
    Pour que les hommes soient contents

    Ça sent la graisse où dansent les frites
    Ça sent les frites dans les papiers
    Ça sent les beignets qu'on mange vite
    Ça sent les hommes qui les ont mangés
    Partout je vois à petits pas
    Des couples qui s'en vont danser
    Mais moi sûrement je n'irai pas
    Grand-mère m'a dit de me méfier

    Et lorsque l'on n'a plus de sous
    Pour se faire tourner la tête
    Sur les manèges aux chevaux roux
    Au son d'une musique bête
    On rentre chez soi lentement
    Et tout en regardant les cieux
    On se demande simplement
    S'il n'existe rien de mieux

    J'aimais la foire où pour trois sous
    L'on pouvait se faire tourner la tête
    Sur les manèges aux chevaux roux
    Au son d'une musique bête

    Il nous faut regarder
    Derrière la saleté
    S'étalant devant nous
    Derrière les yeux plissés
    Et les visages mous
    Au-delà de ces mains
    Ouvertes ou fermées
    Qui se tendent en vain
    Ou qui sont poings levés
    Plus loin que les frontières
    Qui sont de barbelés
    Plus loin que la misère
    Il nous faut regarder

    Il nous faut regarder
    Ce qu'il y a de beau
    Le ciel gris ou bleuté
    Les filles au bord de l'eau
    L'ami qu'on sait fidèle
    Le soleil de demain
    Le vol d'une hirondelle
    Le bateau qui revient
    Par-delà le concert
    Des sanglots et des pleurs
    Et des cris de colère
    Des hommes qui ont peur
    Par-delà le vacarme
    Des rues et des chantiers
    Des sirènes d'alarme
    Des jurons de charretier
    Plus forts que les enfants
    Qui racontent les guerres
    Et plus forts que les grands
    Qui nous les ont fait faire

    Il nous faut écouter
    L'oiseau au fond des bois
    Le murmure de l'été
    Le sang qui monte en soi
    Les berceuses des mères
    Les prières des enfants
    Et le bruit de la terre
    Qui s'endort doucement.

    Jacques Brel La Foire first recording English subtitles
  •  גַּן עֵדֶן ‎ Gan Eden on the Euphrates danse on Flickr - Photo Sharing!
  • Meng Chiaos autumn skin on Flickr - Photo Sharing!
  • FECAL FACE DOT GALLERY

    Rated Dec 04 2008 1 review drawing, painting fecalface.com




    Symmetrical Balance is a continuation of San Francisco based artist Tiffany Bozic's investigation into the human relationship with the natural world. Allegorical paintings illustrate the notion that all living things share basic needs and desires: to preserve our fragile body, to forage, to nurture and protect our family. Revealing the interdependency between predators and prey, humans and our environment, Symmetrical Balance exposes the equilibrium that must be maintained between self-preservation and the other life upon which we depend.

    FECAL FACE DOT GALLERY
  • David Hinton Poetry

    Rated Dec 04 2008 1 review poetry, calligraphy davidhinton.net



    Autumn Thoughts, Sent Far Away

    We share all these disappointments of failing
    autumn a thousand miles apart. This is where

    autumn wind easily plunders courtyard trees,
    but the sorrows of distance never scatter away.

    Swallow shadows shake out homeward wings.
    Orchid scents thin, drifting from old thickets.

    These lovely seasons and fragrant years falling
    lonely away-- we share such emptiness here.

    --Po Chü-i
    translated by David Hinton

    David Hinton Poetry
  • Which Side Are You On? - Measure for Measure Blog -...

    Rated Dec 04 2008 1 review writing, music nytimes.com



    This song is called "Daddy Is White," and I don't know what tribe it represents. Maybe you also thought your daddy was Puerto Rican, and then you turned out to have another father! The song doesn't even apply to my brothers and sister, whose daddy really was Ed Vega, who is shown here at the dining room table with the family guitar. However, the second and third verses were also drawn from reality -- the second verse applies to the neighborhood I live in, where if you walk anywhere you run into the projects, where you can still feel those prickles, and feel all eyes on you: "What is she doing here?"

    Which Side Are You On? - Measure for Measure Blog - NYTimes.com