Unstrung Letter E – Embodied Learning

Mandoline Whittlesey

Mandoline Whittlesey

By Mandoline Whittlesey

Embodiment: a process in which we bring our experience of the world into our bodies, in which we allow our bodies’ experience to be the learning….
So what is embodied learning? Who does it? Is it even possible to learn in a disembodied way?
Somatic practices (from the Greek Soma, “of the living body”) are those specialized in conscious embodiment, that is, choosing to include the body in a person’s learning process.
What are the advantages of conscious embodiment?
Cellular model for learning: How does a single cell, and the way cellular communities develop, provide insight into the function of our nervous system?
These questions find their roots in phenomenology, post-Jungian psychology, advances in neuroscience and centuries of intuition and experience … but my desire is to share this topic in a simple, interactive way, offering an accessible perspective on our life and learning.
I was asked to offer a reading list, but really this is not an academic lecture: I would rather suggest that you notice the sensations in your feet while you brush your teeth, observe how your breath adjusts to the next conversation you have, and really feel the next thing or person that turns you on!
Bring your minds, bodies, questions and experiences to share!

Come listen Sunday, May 20th at Au Chat Noir.

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Unstrung Letter P – Phillip Larkin and Fucked Up Poetry

Kate Noakes

Kate Noakes

By Kate Noakes
Cutting poetry out of your reading life is just fucking yourself up. Join us for a close-reading and discussion of 3 of Larkin’s most famous poems: “This be the verse,” “High Windows” and “Annus Mirabilis.”

We have chosen the so-called ‘foul-mouthed’ or explicit ones to explore why in terms of cultural and historical context they were shocking and to ask whether they are still something of a surprise. For those of you who do not enjoy poetry on a regular basis, or even at all, or are violently opposed to the merest mention of the word poetry, this is a chance to see how such practice is not only rewarding, but essential to anyone who would call themselves a writer.

Kate Noakes is a poet from Reading. Her first collection, Ocean to Interior, was published in December 2007. Her second collection, The Wall Menders, was published by Two Rivers Press in 2009. She is mindfully foul-mouthed.

Listen to Kate’s lecture and discussion here:
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Shakespeare’s Death Day: report from 23rd April

by David.
Photos by Marie De Lutz

It was Shakespeare’s Death Day. And somebody’s birthday too, who could it be? Oh yes, me! Unsex me now!cried Kate, filled to the top with direst cruelty. “You’re not drunk – the floor’s just moving,” responded James. Alberto took arms against a sea of English grammar. Jason filled the breach with English dead, which may be ‘cos he doesn’t like the English or may be because he was out to antagonise the French against us. Troy responded to Jason with words from Cassius. And then, and then… I’ll come to more non-Shakespearean stuff in a sec but first – the witches! Check out the witches, fresh from Tesco:

How cool is that!
Some other fragments:
Shane’s nomad conversing with a dead dolphin. Pablo’s panic attack. Melanie skipped a step when she should have said “Fuck you!” Moe leaned into the afternoon. Sonny Shula sang. Ferdia with a deleted scene from Hamlet. Gina: Life as a whore. Antonia:


Write a poem to heal the world
Write a poem to heal yourself!
Use your own blood for ink if you must
Put your rage on the page—
a conscious explosion—
ashes to ashes…dust to stardust
Wave it like a banner—
 Transcend without end… in change we trust                                     
March with it at anti-word demonstrations
Write the wrongs of corporate condemnations—
of leftover dreams
of songs bruised and broken
by those who never learned to scream properly
with their mouths wide open!
Be the shining star you are! a meteor!—just own it!
Make it come alive!
Be in the moment!
Come shoot off your mouth!—
just don’t blow it!

More tonight, and every Monday, downstairs at the Chat Noir!
76 rue Jean Pierre Timbaud
Sign up from 8pm, poetry starts 9pm
Cheers all,
David
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Unstrung Letter J – Radical Mythology: Story and Subversion

Griffin Payne

Griffin Payne

By Griffin Payne
Groups define themselves by creating stories for themselves – a mythology. It is this mythology that gives them a shared identity that transforms them from a group to a tribe. When mythologies reject totally the standards of a society or a community, they become radical. Radical mythologies are behind radical change. For it is only tribes that are effective harbingers of change and activity. Members of a group lack the necessary shared conviction. Please join us to hear Griffin discussion his experiences as a queer shaman and how radical mythologies have shaped his life.

Listen to Griffin’s lecture here:
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Listen to the discussion here:
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Spoken Word in Paris 16-04-2012. Report By Alberto. Photos by Marie De Lutz.

 

                       Our featured poet is a welshman with the magic stick: Rhys Trimble! 
 

Magda Rosinski opens sending him to sleep with a story, already? Roxanne reading A.A.Milne (the creator of Winnie The Pooh?) Kate ravaging the land. Jason translating Cane Rabbioso by Angelo Petrella. Yann on the roof of the Montparnasse Tower. Julien Calas about some romance ended, but not regrets. “Liar!” somebody shouts from the audience. Caroline: we all have some great great from Italy, 8 aunts, 22 cousins. Alberto dropped a tea bag from the fourtheen floor. Moe’s spring poem: maple up my ass. Sid wanted to learn a poem by heart written by a British poet for the British Poetry Month then she found out the poet is American and they don’t even have a British Poetry Month, just a British Poetry Day. Vicki Feaver. Isn’t she English? Gabriel and a saxophone:

                                                “I miss the white of night in January.”   

Patrick Cash shared with us a poem about very embarrassing things you don’t want to tell anybody. Last time for Debbie Hu: Stomach Acid: the first throw up was yellow. Keep in touch. Vanessa Wright on racism. Chris Newens introducing next sunday Unstrung Letter aka Jason’s lecture: “From factory to facebook, a marxist critique of the current crisis.” James’s letter to Dana, Dana’s letter to James. “The Canadians will raise the prize of water. Assholes!” Lucy Gelman for her neighbour! Jessanyn: “No sex on Ikea tables, we were different.” Fatima Naravati’s first time or advanced apology to her parents. Gina Bonati’s song: “What should I do? What did I do? He was fleshy.” Camille and Betty doom doom Mathe-Mama-Ma-Tic. Ben’s shadows upon their knees. Kirby Mason’s Discovery, Robin Lee and a final act by Rhys Trimble. See you next Monday to celebrate William Shakespeare’s Death Day and David Barnum’s Birthday!     

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