|from marina abramovic's rhythm 10|
the artist is present slideshow
what am i doing for president's day weekend (besides being a widow while c. is in ny seeing, among other people, julie, eva and ingrid?)
jeez, i had "forgotten" it was a long weekend. and do you know why? because i utterly despise the long weekend, usually floundering about in the limbo of not working but not really playing either. that is, if i'm not in a full-blown existential spiral.
i just can't handle days off, people. does anyone share in my existential terror of not knowing what to do?
in honor of this, i'll write briefly about something that's been a theme in the blog and in my life this week. first, we've discussed all this hocus-pocus about "being present", "staying on the mat", and living "day by day." & don't get me wrong, i'm fully into that stuff, but not without a bit of self-consciousness about the amount of privilege and luxury one must have in one's life to need to be concerned about these questions of choice that are so frequent in my life. and the attendant dissatisfaction that seems to come with too much choice (that's a whole 'nother blog post). and, you know, "being present" has become a buzzphrase of the educated middle class. it makes me feel all bougie to even discuss it.
still, it's the educated middle class that seems to have the biggest problem with, shall we say, "presence" (and does presence mean the same thing as something like soul, or spirit? methinks yes.)
there was another bisecting theme for me this week, and that was marina abramovic, who recently had the smashing success of a show "the artist is present" at the moma where she sat for eight hours a day, no movement, no potty or food or drink breaks, across the table from various strangers and was just there. present.
julie was present, too, at some of the performances, and i think it was j. who got me interested in abramaovic. anyway, i've been writing poems about her, and i just finished a group of five today (i mean, finished the revisions on them--i've been working on them for a few weeks) and realized that maybe abramovic interests me so much because a lot of her work is about presence. her performance is very extreme, painful, dangerous and some might say masochistic. she claims she does it to be in the moment. she used to forbid re-performances of her pieces because they were all about the moment for her, though she's changed her mind about that.
i guess i don't have a point except to wonder how many other people have my same aversion to holidays (especially the ones where you don't have a prescribed set of rituals to perfrom) or what y'all think about this whole notion of presence.
and p.s. i'm linking my early post on larry rivers' "washington crossing the delaware"--very different from the american classic hanging in the met (image in julie's post from today)--in honor of the prezes.
my short list goes like this (not at all fun like julie's)
1) work on grant app.
2) revise poems from mss.
3) fold laundry
4) do something kids want to do that i hate, like ice skating
5) finish season 2 of sons of anarchy
legwear: bare--i'm already in bed in my nightie!
inspiration: marina a.
looking forward: to yoga and donut run tomorrow morning.