tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424914094601435567.post380858622162478320..comments2023-03-21T03:24:56.533-07:00Comments on Thingly Affinities: 1.6 Aspects of humanism to preserve moving forward (Sarah Robinson) Taney Ronigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13624397685047300841noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424914094601435567.post-70643670215009628542020-12-06T12:31:52.959-08:002020-12-06T12:31:52.959-08:00Sarah, I'm wondering if you can say more about...Sarah, I'm wondering if you can say more about the idea of form as a verb. How does this reconceptualizing change the way we experience art objects and, in your case, architecture? Because although we now know otherwise, our limited sensory apparatus tells us that objects are static -- paintings, chairs, mountains, or whatever: to our bodyminds these things seem utterly static. We can certainly change the way we *think* about form (shall we call it forming?), but can our thinking change the way we actually experience it? I must say I adore this idea of changing nouns into verbs (David Bohm proposed something similar many years ago, using the term "the rheomode" for this new way of thinking), but I'm having trouble imagining what it would do to our actual experience of the world.Taney Ronigerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13624397685047300841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7424914094601435567.post-28173558680613603902020-12-06T07:35:47.821-08:002020-12-06T07:35:47.821-08:00Your inclusivity and thoughtful insights (culture-...Your inclusivity and thoughtful insights (culture--"to care"--YES) is so rewarding.<br /><br />Sometimes a response is best when languaged with a poem.<br /><br />The Origin<br /><br />of what happened is not in language—<br />of this much I am certain.<br />Six degrees south, six east—<br /><br />and you have it: the bird<br />with the blue feathers, the brown bird—<br />same white breasts, same scaly<br /><br />ankles. The waves between us—<br />house light and transform motion<br />into the harboring of sounds in language.—<br /><br />Where there is newsprint<br />the fact of desire is turned from again—<br />and again. Just the sense<br /><br />that what remains might well be held up—<br />later, as an ending.<br />Twice I have walked through this life—<br /><br />once for nothing, once<br />for facts: fairy-shrimp in the vernal pool—<br />glassy-winged sharp-shooter<br /><br />on the failing vines. Count me—<br />among the animals, their small<br />committed calls.—<br /><br />Count me among<br />the living. My greatest desire—<br />to exist in a physical world.<br /><br />— Jane Mead<br />Deborah Barlowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13152621151325407328noreply@blogger.com