Friday, May 7, 2010
This week's rite is the last day of my Improvisation class at UVM - the students created a structure for riding the campus bus:
hold onto the straps,
say "I" statements,
tap your feet
move at least twice.
The bus driver told us at the end that we'd made his day.
Still uneasy about curation - creating significance by framing. I do it in choosing what I post for these rites. I'm uneasy about anyone's acts of curation, and downright judgemental of the profession of curation. It is too powerful an act.
Robert Frost said that he just wanted to lodge a few poems where they'd be hard to get rid of. I like this better - that the stuff itself is stuck, is sticky, in our consciousness.
It's time for the curatorio of the RC Church to go down, down, down. Their time of choosing - badly - is long, long overdone. It's time for the consecrated women (calling all nuns - I love you - rise up!) to begin the process that should have begun long, long ago - leading Body of the Church. What kind of a body would it be?