Showing posts with label Appreciation Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Appreciation Friday. Show all posts

Lakota Author Tiokasin Ghosthorse : GO FUND ME (urgent)

Dear readers and listeners,

I could write a book. Actually, at least three of my books have been influenced by a Lakota friend, Tiokasin Ghosthorse, and his perspectives coming from the Lakota Nation, but i'll keep it short.

Virtually every day when i'm out and about talking with people casually, or on the phone, and some topic arises, i'll mention something Tiokasin has said. For example, the Lakota language has no words for "domination" or "exclusion" or "I/me". Those are three of the main culprits of all the world's problems and the disrespect and abuse of Mother Earth and all manner of species including fellow human beings ("species" a sciencey word for what Native Peoples refer to as "relations", which, to my interpretation is how a "rock" can be like your grandfather, a "tree" your uncle/aunt, and so forth).




About 15 years ago i met Tiokasin at an event showing Native films and with live talks and musical performances. I asked him if he knew of any Native poets because at the time i was hosting a poetry reading at Locust Valley Library and i thought that would be cool. He raised his hand in the air. Sometime after that i picked him up at the Locust Valley train station and when he got in the car, he said to the effect of, "Poetry, huh? I write prosetry." Typically i would have told someone, well it's a poetry event, but having heard him speak once before at the Native event, i didn't care b/c i simply wanted to hear more about the Lakota perspective, because what little i had already heard i hadn't heard before and it was truly mind-bending. He read from his essay in the anthology Soul Companions:

"The way we, the Lakota people, speak about Spirit is not a rational process that can be measured. The Indigenous thinking process is relational and egalitarian, where everything is alive and everything is energy. ... When we hear a bird or animal speak, we try to mimic them because they're speaking the language of the stars."

If that's not what in English is called "poetry". . . i don't know what is.

And that's just one example of how Tiokasin, and many other Natives and non-Natives, think outside the box of labels and categories and rules, and try to live outside that box but it's darn near impossible nowadays, for example, try not paying the every two years car registration -- for a car you already paid for or are monthly paying for -- just so you can have a new sticker to prove it's kosher, it's still you driving the same car. But in this case Tiokasin is having to pay steep medical bills and other living expenses.

As the gofundme page explains: "Last spring of 2024, Tiokasin inhaled Roundup (Glyphosate) during waking hours while the fans were running. He unknowingly inhaled this toxic spray which led him to have an acute lung episode, leaving him debilitated. This episode happened just one or two days after the spraying and activated some underlying comorbid conditions which have brought his life to a halt. Over the last months Tiokasin has been unable to breathe with ease, he struggles to stand and to walk, even to do basic things like button his shirt and put on socks. He is unable to work– except for when he is invited to do online talks and has the energy to do so. This barely pays for his rent. In addition to Tiokasin being unable to work, he is in need of several medical treatments which Medicare does not cover. At the moment he is receiving mediocre care from a Medicare doctor and cannot afford to get the treatments or afford the medicine, food, and housing that he needs to heal during this time."

SO..... to read more about his situation and if you have the ability to kick-in some money, please look at the gofundme page:
"Communal Medical Fund for Tiokasin Ghosthorse"
https://www.gofundme.com/f/communal-medical-fund-for-tiokasin-ghosthorse

Also, he's the host, founder and executive producer of: ”First Voices Radio,” now in its 32nd year on the air, an internationally syndicated one-hour radio program originating from and heard weekly on Radio Kingston WKNY 1490 AM and 107.9 FM in Kingston, New York. "First Voices Radio" explores global topics and issues of critical importance to the preservation and protection of Mother Earth presented in the voices and from the perspective of the original peoples of the world."
And btw he's a world class, master flute player...

thanks for reading this and be well,
~ mankh

2017 post
Water coming off my roof on 6-30-17 - big thunder booms too


Recognizing, Honoring, and Respecting Water

There has to be recognition, honor, and respect given to Water in a way that equates all life’s thinking, feeling, memory, consciousness, and motion with what Water gives and with what Water represents to all the cultures of Grandmother Earth. Water is in your breath, on your tongue, fingertips, and water keeps your eyes moving in your sleep. Water dreams with you and retains what we humans forget in our busy “timed” lives. Water keeps us humble when we think ourselves too important. Almost every morning nearly everyone has a Water ceremony whether or not they are aware of it. This includes all plants, birds, trees, and all life that depend on the life-giving being of Water.

I splash Water on my face and cool the fire in my eyes in the morning. I sprinkle drops over my head and body in recognition and gratitude for giving life to all in the past, present, and the potential possibilities; if only we as forgetful humans would remember to be givers-of-care rather than takers-of-care.

I ask permission before I drink water. Water gives me the language and responsibility to carry the message of life. Water is not a noun, but a loving, moving, growing, cleansing, and powerful living being. So I drink this cup of stars called Water while thinking, speaking, and wanting all things to live fully, rather than purely exist within the lonely world where too many of us have found ourselves—an anthropocentric world that has disconnected us from the Being of Water and caused us to take so much for granted.

microfiction row house | art in words

Joseph Young’s MicroFiction RowHouse is on view indefinitely and intermittently in Hampden, Baltimore. See the project’s website for more details.

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Art Appreciation: Joseph Beuys

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Many years ago, I worked at the Bellevue Art Museum in Bellevue, WA, east of Seattle. I was hired as manager of their two gift shops. They ran a holiday store MY WISH LIST that year - it was overwhelming and crazy busy. Also when I worked at BAM, they ran an exhibit of Joseph Beuys. I never forgot this. It was weird, provocative, startling, unexpected. Go to the link and watch the preview of a new documentary about him and his activism.
This year, I actually got to see a very small exhibit of Beuys at the Massachusetts Museum of Modern Art (MASS MOCA). Again, highly unusual.

see below


Thirty years after his death, Joseph Beuys still feels like a visionary and is widely considered one of the most influential artists of his generation. Known for his contributions to the Fluxus movement and his work across diverse media — from happening and performance to sculpture, installation, and graphic art — Beuys’ expanded concept of the role of the artist places him in the middle of socially relevant discourses on media, community, and capital. Using previously untapped visual and audio sources, director Andreas Veiel has created a one-of-a-kind chronicle: Beuys is not a portrait in the traditional sense, but an intimate and in-depth look at a human being, his art and ideas, and the way they have impacted the world. THE FILM

Art makes us THINK BIG | Appreciation Friday: U.S. Department of Arts and Culture

Barbara Kruger’s limited edition MetroCards, commissioned as part of the artist’s contribution to Performa 17 (photo by the author for Hyperallergic)
Two limited edition MetroCards designed by Barbara Kruger were distributed by the Metropolitan Transit Authority. The cards are available at four New York City subway stations — Queensboro Plaza, Broadway-Lafayette Street, East Broadway, and the 116th Street B/C station — and were commissioned as part of the artist’s contribution to Performa 17

BIG THINK and THANKS

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Appreciation Friday: Ursula Johnson: performance and installation artist of Mi’kmaw First Nation

Ursula Johnson was awarded the 2017 Sobey Art Award.
Ursula Johnson, “Hot Looking” (2014), durational performance-based installation with delegated performer and looped audio, variable dimensions (photo by Michael Wasnidge)
Ursula Johnson is a performance and installation artist of Mi’kmaw First Nation ancestry. Since graduating from NSCAD in 2006, she has participated in over 30 group shows and 5 solo exhibitions. Johnson has been exploring various mediums including performance art, sculpture, music and printmaking, while utilizing delegated performers as well as collaborative processes in the making of new works. Her performances are often place-based and employ cooperative didactic intervention. In Land Sings, Johnson used topographical terrain mapping to delineate a journey that she translates into a drawn line, and her collaborators use this line to score songs that are performed durationally.
Her website

Way, Way Ambitious

(click) Ai Weiwei Is Way, Way Ambitious The celebrated Chinese artist’s new public art project, comprised of 300 (!) one-of-a-kind sculptures spread throughout the five boroughs, is meant to draw attention to the global refugee crisis. But a good cause is different than good art. WNYC’s art critic Deborah Solomon looks at whether the project is a creative triumph. (WNYC News)

Fountain, Marcel Duchamp Urinal Dress

Halloween is right around the corner, party people! When it comes to costumes, are you one of those perfectionists who will settle for nothing short of a handmade masterpiece? If yes, this one̵…, Scott Beale, 2011 MORE HERE

Apprecation Friday: Poet Maurice Kenny: In Memoriam | Dawnland Voices


Monahsehtah
Evicted into the frozen teeth of winter
by the landlords of the plains;
cast into the bloody waters of the Washita
where your father’s corpse flowed in the stream . . .
his manhood stuffed into his mouth,
his scalp made guidon for Custer’s soldiers.
Torn from the band of helpless captive women,
a suckling child, mewing and puking in your arms;
driven by Long Hair to feel out the ashes of the village,
scout out the vital hearts of your people.
Did Sheridan’s eyes admire the loveliness
of your young Cheyenne cheeks?
Did Custer claim you like a trophy until
his civil wife pulled his sweaty thighs
from the Cheyenne Mystery of your life?!
You held your childish hands to your womb
and felt the kickings of a bird, the fledgling seed
planted like so much corn by Yellow-locked Long Hair!
Where did you find the love to mount his cot, knifeless,
or did he find your flesh upon his earthen floor?!
Custer strutted your grave to glory, foolish girl.
Now in the winds of the Washita Valley cottonwoods cry
for the slain Cheyenne. No winds moan in the leaves
for the head-strong girl, daughter of Little Rock,
who followed the pony soldiers.
 
Monahsetah’s Answer
How do I answer?
Do I call, hey you half breed, white man
with blue eyes, you half red man standing
within your breech clout?
You ask why
did I not take my knife and rush it
into his belly allowing his enemy blood
to river into my people's Oklahoma earth.
He called me to his bed.
His tent would be my sacrificial altar.
His body become my demise once my face
had been softly stroked by his hand . . . cold,
clammy; his body. I was his war treasure,
a hunk of gold, a pot of flesh. There was no escape.
In fact his man took my knife and slit an open
run of blood on my arm . . . just to warn
that I had better smile and be content.

Maurice Kenny: In Memoriam | Dawnland Voices

There are some people who I am glad came to this world and left us their words good words great words, words like this... LT

Appreciation Friday: Artist Jimmie Durham

Artist, performer, poet, essayist, and activist Jimmie Durham (b. 1940, Washington, Arkansas) is one of the most compelling, inventive, and multifaceted artists working internationally today. For American audiences, however, he has been an elusive figure. 

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Appreciation Friday: Artist Joan Schulze

The story is we have a CRAFT magazine from 2001 and Joan's painting STEP LIGHTLY was in it - and we swooned... the one above is called BLINK...

New Haiku #2

COMING in August on >BOOM< you will have one collage a day - no words - just art

Lotus by Joan Schulze. Scroll made from a digital print, monoprinted fabrics, pieced and machine stitched. A plexi armature attaches to wall, scroll floats away from wall 1 inch.

VISIT JOAN

Appreciation Friday: Alex Pentek



A very unique monument is being unveiled in Ireland, according to reporter Naomi O’Leary: “Sculpture to be unveiled in Cork to remember generosity of the Choctaw Nation, Native American tribe that sent famine aid to Ireland in 1847.” It’s by artist Alex Pentek. (via Twitter/NaomiOhReally)


Appreciation Friday: YOU


sometimes you need to sit and do nothing... YES, I'm talking to YOU   ---BOOM

and turn off your phone

I am



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