Synecdoche

Greetings,

A prospective home owner walks into a house with a real estate agent. There are numerous small fires burning.

"I really like this house," she says. "But I'm really concerned about dying in a fire."

"Yes," says the agent, "It's a big decision, how one chooses to die."

Synecdoche, a film written and directed by Charlie Kaufman concerns life, choices, dreams, art, relationships and death.

Always making choices.

Cast: Philip Seymour Hoffman, Catherine Keener, Samantha Morton, Hope Davis, Tom Noonan, Emily Watson, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Dianne Weist, Deirdre O'Connell.

Give a man a match and he's warm for a minute. Set him on fire and he's alive for the rest of his life.

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Metta.

Baka Beyond

Drum. Dance inside the forest. Baka Beyond. Senses engaged. 

You have a responsibility to your imagination.

"There are two kinds of people in the world," said a child playing near a construction site on Java.

"What?"

"There are people who want to blame you and people who want to distract you."

"Heavy."

"Yes, this life construction project is a heavy duty process. Pick it up, carry it around. Put it down."

"Sounds like a bag of bones, if you ask me," said a tribal musician playing a skin.

"You are a rainbow of light."

"Yes, we cut through desire, habit and fear."

"This is the beauty and clarity of music and dance. Welcome to the forest."

Metta.

 

Intersections

I am listening to "Eighteen Musicians" by Steve Reich.  

Outside a clear pane of glass, past  a tall green spiky cactus stretching it's arms into blue bird songs

People saunter in early light. A young Indonesian nanny carries an infant, spoon feeding the echo

of white cat paws trailing flip flops,

A young father pedals his son, Fabian, sitting in a small seat, exploring the world with new eyes,

A young bike boy negotiates boredom, an old man wearing tight laces studies the future pavement in front of his old eyes, another old man

struggles with his activated cell phone inside worn baggy green shorts, spinning inside life's little intersection, waiting for a call to save him from poverty, loneliness and abstract metaphors. Life is a metaphor.

Sitting in the sun, a woman across the street spoon feeds her wheelchair mother love. Her mother swallows and smiles, remembering clearly when she did all the feeding,

Children in pink pajamas collect brown leaves, smelling white glowing hibiscus. 

Metta.