tonight the tremor of minds grew into a frenzy. there were people at every chair in the little cafe. i’d watched pigeons from the window all day. writting as they swirled. in walked laidies, mothers, children, men with glasses, trying to remember victory. solidarity, connecting to the pounding, swirling joy of being awake. acknowledging our passion for at least that much. I wrote of horrible things. I wrote of difficult people. we learn together. humbling ourselves to evolve. and that is the best sport metaphor i have. we gathering crescendo to the raise of an unlikely champion. a baseball game was played on large television above the doorway, against the blue peacock stained-glass window of Matching Half. the Giants Won the World Series. fun to be in San Francisco, fun to see Texas fall, sorry about Dallas. Let California, let San Francisco rise. For we came to this coastal clear light city, to tolerate greatness, to welcome the abundance of finding solutions, instead of looking to future generations to have to deal with our waste, innovation is everywhere, to deal with it now, it may even have the answers we’ve been looking for. Who does compost the most? San Francisco everyone in it. Nothing is solved, but a path is clear. so to all the people we see on the street, I say wooo! and Ariel is calling out like a unexpected reason for bliss is always welcome. walk Divisadero and call to cars, a mans face is so elated a true beam of orange and black sunshine. oranges grow here, like this day after Halloween, when apples are in season and jack 0 lanterns are remembering to be pumpkins are remembering to be pie. get creative with what no one thought was worth a damn. shine that plant towards that sun. blessings from San Francisco Home of the Giants.
San Francisco Giants Win World SeriesNovember 2nd, 2010
Cenasta! A Celebration of organic local food & performance Sept 22nd @ Mission Cultural Center, parte de Celebrate San Francisco!August 31st, 2010
Cenasata! September 22nd 7-9pm. Celebrate local, organic food and performers. Mission Cultural Center’s theatre hosts dinner (with Organic Curry by Tomo, host of the: Kick Ass Japanese Curry Party ) plus food samples from Mission Pie, and Gracias Madre,
served by life-size puppets, a cabaret performance including a theatre/dance by Darya, Coicoi & Ofir, circus juggling by Kyle Johnson, sweet music by Ariel Eisen and Maya Dorn and Tbird , slam poetry from Lee Knight Jr, and finally the
five piece Latin Fusion Band, Makru
“Makrú suena como si aplastas una bola del mundo y la pones en el tocadiscos. Con sabór acústico que fusiona Rumba Flamenca, Reggae, Son Cubano y otros ritmos del globo, letras en Inglés y Español que traen realidad, ﬁcción, esperanza y alegria.”
Prepare for the unexpected, Bring your dancing shoes and delight in SF culture and cuisine!
Puppetry by The Big Tadoo puppet crew, Organized by Bless it up.com
New Video Climbing Poetree @ ong kingAugust 27th, 2010
Finally uploaded from ong king days of wonder. Climbing Poetree is the best poet duo I have ever experienced. True Lyrical Myth Masters, they are so so so fluid…Alixa says they will be in the Bay in late Sept.
Performance of a Hip-Hop Theatre MCAugust 24th, 2010
Let art bring wisdom to all people.
Cornstalk Festival to Saw Harp Festival…August 18th, 2010
The call came in, “Would you be Master of Ceremonies for the Saw Harp Festival?”
I was on the roof top with 13 wonderful people. Introducing Jessy to Laura, to Mike, to Lena, to Trevor, to Lacy, to Medicine for the People. This is the joy of bringing connection to loves. In my little world I was awash in blessings. They carried on words from we Cornstalkers. Cornstalk is a Festival of Peace, Art and Music in a cornfield of Minnesota. It is a convergence of Progressive Performers, and Rural Families. MC’ing the Cornstalk Festival is a pinnacle, a height, a place cherished. For Cornstalk has its foundation in the goodness of family, the wisdom of nature, and the need to share this experience through art.
And what can I tell you of the space between Progressive Artists (Portland, SF, LA, Sedona) and Local Families (Dunnell, Rural Minnesota). This space is the unknown waters of culture, where you look across the boat and see a land covered by a dense fog, but I get closer, there are human forms, gentle. The magic is that they ask of you only yourself. All eyes are open and common people make common sense.
This was a zero waste festival, where the composting toilet was art. A night and day of MC’ing passed
and the hour of my solo-show The Fool Truth was at hand. I had rehearsed with Phrostie, on the Beat Box, and Adolfo on the Bass, then just before show time I discovered Hope (Medicine for the People) on a hammock, she welcomed an invitation to perform and the 3 of them played a silken percussive landscape. The script was a rewrite and this was its debut. The new truths flowed from the fool truths like a new drink. I played on a circle of cement (with a mural Ariel designed in 09) the band rang from the freshly welded stage.
i want more than facebook freinds
i want grace and greatness for the misheard, and misshapen
i’d provoke not just cope so sick of behaving
Our human condition is in need of inscription
By dissecting and reflecting, never being a victim!
This is about loosening norms, about chaos and storms,
We all come here to get free, but how can we do it Sustainably?
The reflections from the crowd of family where overwhelming. So many positive comments. The rewrite and the music danced. The night roared forth. When the Scott family band played, the sonorous warehouse was tuned with hearts in harmony. The peace of family singing together is profound. But the father didn’t sing. Homer’s work was the very floor on which we stood. Once an old rusty silo was taken down and put in a shed. This silo was transformed into a truly rare and particular rustic beauty.
Hats off to Homer Scott, Bailey Scott and all the family! Still the stage alone was not enough. We all waited patiently for the final act of the Festival, Medicine for the People. The ride ranged from dancing wild, to sitting listening, to holding hands, to dancing wild again. Nahko lyrical mastery, diverse arrangements, and heart pulsing wisdom combine so smoothly with vocal harmonies, cajon beats, swift bass lines and slick horn licks…oh Medicine for the People. A call to action, a cry of truth. “The change begins with me and I reflect it back to you and you and you…”
Soon I was home in SF. Embracing Ariel and driving on 3 hours of sleep to Roaring Camp for the Saw Harp Festival.
Bless it up!
In DC my mother and father stayed close, as two weeks of a broken ankle passed, with praises to my sister, my neices and nephews all who filled my heart. Soon I came to San Francisco, my home, the amazing Ariel and connected with Jonathan at the Bike Power Festival in Golden Gate Park. Then it happened. The day to fly to Minneapolis. I was to be picked up by Mike and driven with the fantastic Kate Pearl to the Cornstalk
But something magical happen. The National Poetry Slam was in full effect in St. Paul. I did not remember this. But my phone rang in Dunn Bros Coffee and it was MJ and Kealoha inviting me to drink Kava at their Hilton Hotel Room. Soon I was there, soon the entire crew I was driving to Cornstalk with arrived. We drank in eye seeing ceremony. Then more poets came, poets from New Mexico, from Cali from….But it was their hearts. It was sharing space with Lee, with John Sands, with Anis Mojgani, and the wonderful Hawaii Slam team, Tui Scanlan the myth was their with hugs and words of encrouagement. Ken Arkind even says he will bring his poems and band here to Constalk, here in this cornfield, on this amazing, this place where I walked around the medicine wheel, and praised the four directions and the line came to me
I am completion thats never quite done.
and that is in my heart all day. Buzzing free in water with beautiful dogs and people. Gracey the baby, Asia the child, Adolfo and Phrostie who will play music with me towmorrow as i launch into my re-write of the Fool Truth, tell stories to children, and host this beautiful, home-made stage for the next 2 days. oh love i miss u! celebrate.
cornwoman and coda, by the earth ship where we stay
images from the roadJuly 9th, 2010
the pounding Hail of Wyoming…YaH!July 4th, 2010
The Bio Bus Julia thunders, the scene is lush clouds after the storm, its like a moving cafe. Veronica chomps the quinoa turned breakfast cereal, Tanner engages hydro magazines, Jonathan “look at those two trains (traverse) , the urbans and the rural”
And yesterday, and last night, and the utah purple red sky with coconut sweet potatoe loving my insides. We jammed so loud and pure, I called on the elements and when air was announced all opened their mouths to utter a musical sigh. We slept in a cuddle bunk, just me n ariel n dreams of my father 4 cats and 2 dogs. The crew is 7 strong, the wise hip hop man Sacred flips the music.
Ariel and I will perform, build and rock out a 3 week tour with the Sustainable Living Road Show.
We leave July 1 ….in ten hours…Ariel sits on the bed and paints original designs, creating composting signs for the Black Rock Arts Org.
i eat the last of the artichoke bread from Pescadero. I could tell you of my parents visit, of enormous sculptures at Albany Bulb…
(please note i broke my finger, and am learning to play recorder) I could tell of my father who is from Uruguay and happy of the world cup situation.Of the hike in Muir Woods
i can speak of Harmony Festival, where I arrived with arieL…..here Jonathan n Tom had our tent set up, tickets achieved and passes in hand as the rental car zoomed it in, we are all part of the Conscious Carnival, i spoke high n loud of…Eco-opilous! i played ‘carney’ and gave the children black bean bags called coal, i told them BP means big pollution, they quickly hurled the coal at the drawings of oil wells that when hit flipped into bio diesel, solar panels, wind mills and more green solutions. in the nights was music, a range of alternative humans from super drunkies, to skate kids, to burners, to hippy families…yes these are the festival days we spring into again
if you see me youare sure to hear some new carnival rhymes such as:
dear fellow…good stroller!
Become a high roller and save the bear who is polar
by pitching or tossing, by fossil fuel flossing
today, take a stroll from the coal, recoil from the oil
take a turn from the burn, relearn and discern….
yes it goes on…
and so we travel towmorrow on the Bio Bus that sleeps ten, this bus once belonged to Julia Butterfly Hill. Now we use it to spread to Ecological Mindfulness to Kentucky, and all other places we arrive at. We bring music, hip hop, theatre, puppets, carnival games…yes we will build the Eco-Village at Forecastle Festival. Rock the stage with Fool Truth n more. OH love.
danCing shakespeare into an urban gardenApril 29th, 2010
it is dance week in san francisco that means free dance classes n shows. Last night was Tango at Zambaleta with Ariel. we got home on the 22 bus after a short session with Devin and another ArieLa n i wrote:
we made a story across the floor.
trying a stitch, churning times rhythmic pulse
our brows cross, divisive shore lines met in the wet pulse,
stacking, stomps, claps,
aisles of couples tip toe,
able agile’ers are high,
ample amblers fall,
myriad laugher forgets a step and doubles
doubt into a, “question!”
this weekend was Hayes Valley Farm, an amazing urban farm in SF that once was a freeway and now learning growth, fava beans, yes! The main volunteer time Sundays 12.30 – 4.30 .
today i read The Poetry of Shakespeare’s Plays in Four Barrel Coffee playing with Henry the Springer Spaniel who belongs to Kate. Shakespeare inspires
Give me a gash, put me to present pain,
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me
O’erbear the shores of my morality,
And drown me with their sweetness.
today is the FULL MOON. Bless it up!