|Removed the warp of five placemats to give to Lorna (exchange for her loom)
||[24 May 2009|07:13am]
Removed the warp of five placemats to give to Lorna
I loosened the warp and cut off the placemats, leaving the warp ends to hang through the heddles to the front. I released the brake on the front beam and rolled up the five mats. I'm so pleased! I'll go to Carp and deliver them to Lorna on Monday if possible! I'm so happy that I did her placemats.
It's wonderful to weave. I'm sorry that I have no warp to weave on now, though. I'll have to come up with another idea for what to weave now, though.
Perhaps Mary D. will show me how to read a heritage weaving pattern. I'd like to make something like my mexican blanket pattern, only on a smaller scale. I guess I should start with a narrow warp so I can learn how to do this before I get into something way too big for myself.
I'll see if there are explanations on youtube or the internet.
||[30 Jul 2008|12:19pm]
Youth that goes woolgathering,
Mooning and stargazing,
Always finds everything
Full of fresh amazing,
Best will meet the moment's need
When the dream brings forth the deed.
He who keeps through all his days
Open eyes and wonder
Is the lord of skiey ways,
And the earth thereunder:
For the heart to do and sing
Comes of youth's woolgathering.
—Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
|Elizabeth Bishop as woolgatherer
||[20 May 2008|03:02am]
If this is OT I apologize in advance. This seems to me like one of the great woolgathering poems, though it's maybe not thought of as such.
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
|"Pretty" by Stevie Smith
||[20 May 2008|02:00am]
Stevie Smith wrote so many poems in favor of woolgathering and laziness that it's hard to pick one, but this one is a personal favorite:
Why is the word pretty so underrated?
In November the leaf is pretty when it falls
The stream grows deep in the woods after rain
And in the pretty pool the pike stalks
He stalks his prey, and this is pretty too,
The prey escapes with an underwater flash
But not for long, the great fish has him now
The pike is a fish who always has his prey
And this is pretty. The water rat is pretty
His paws are not webbed, he cannot shut his nostrils
As the otter can and the beaver, he is torn between
The land and water. Not 'torn', he does not mind.
The owl hunts in the evening and it is pretty
The lake water below him rustles with ice
There is frost coming from the ground, in the air mist
All this is pretty; it could not be prettier.
Yes, it could always be prettier, the eye abashes
It is becoming an eye that cannot see enough,
Out of the wood the eye climbs. This is prettier
A field in the evening, tilting up.
The field tilts to the sky. Though it is late
The sky is lighter than the hill field
All this looks easy but really it is extraordinary
Well, it is extraordinary to be so pretty.
And it is careless, and that is always pretty
This field, this owl, this pike, this pool are careless,
As Nature is always careless and indifferent
Who sees, who steps, means nothing, and this is pretty.
So a person can come along like a thief - pretty! -
Stealing a look, pinching the sound and feel,
Lick the icicle broken from the bank,
And still say nothing at all, only cry pretty.
Cry pretty, pretty, pretty and you'll be able
Very soon not even to cry pretty
And so be delivered entirely from humanity
This is prettiest of all, it is very pretty.
(NB that it was Stevie Smith who wrote of Simone Weil, "It is perhaps the humility of laziness she lacks."
|Ode to Laziness
||[04 Mar 2008|11:34pm]
Yesterday I felt this ode
would not get off the floor.
It was time, I ought
show a green leaf.
I scratch the earth: “Arise,
—said to her—
I have promised you,
do not be afraid of me,
I am not going to crush you,
you shall have tea with me.
I am going to crown you among the odes,
we shall go out together along the shores
of the sea, on a bicycle.”
It was no use.
on the pine peaks,
appeared in the nude,
she led me dazzled
she showed me upon the sand
small broken bits
of ocean substance,
wood, algae, pebbles,
feathers of sea birds.
I looked for but did not find
filled all spaces
successive catastrophes of the foam.
Alone on the sand
I saw the silvery petrels crossing
and like black creases
nailed to the rocks.
I released a bee
that was agonizing in a spider’s nest.
I put a little pebble
in my pocket,
it was smooth, very smooth
as the breast of a bird,
meanwhile on the shore,
sun struggled with mist.
the mist was steeped
at others fell
a ray from the moist sun
distilling yellow drops.
thinking of the duties of my fugitive ode,
I pull off my shoes
near the fire;
sand slid out of them
and soon I began to fall
—Pablo Neruda via William Carlos Williams
||[10 Feb 2008|09:51pm]
Does anyone know the name of the artist who did the illustration that is being used as the default icon in this community? It looks like Beardsley, but I've never seen that before.
||[13 Sep 2007|05:26pm]
any good career suggestions for a woolgatherer? My ideal day would just be like lying outside on the grass and not doing much at all ..
|the old loafers' song
||[10 Sep 2007|11:38pm]
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
—Omar Khayyam via FitzGerald in 1872
||[24 Apr 2007|03:12pm]
Do you ever wonder how luxuriously relaxing it would be to be a snail, barely in motion, just existing?
|"The Wyoming Routine"
||[18 Jun 2006|03:04am]
Have you ever been to Wyoming? Ever met anyone from there, or seen a license plate on a car from there? I don’t believe in Wyoming. Who’d want to believe in a place where the guns out-number the people! Yes, hypothetically it could kill itself—if it did exist—and have weapons left over. Imagine if Wyoming—of course imagine goes without saying—had nuclear armaments. It’s not as strange as a Chinaman’s statue of a lion he’s never seen … but it does give you a shiver. Only, not me; the only thing that scares me is reality, that’s why I do what I can to avoid it, filter it, or keep it out. The best way to avoid something all around you is distraction. I’ve never paid full attention to anything in my life, but when you can’t make your mind change the subject from what’s in front of you you’ve got two options: stop thinking altogether or focus on the TV screen (it might be one choice in a way). If you told a man a century ago we lived vicariously through a glowing box, he’d lock you up where you couldn’t get out, out of sight where people make up crazy things like Wyoming. Even Plato would think you were a Neanderthal. But, I’ve got my cave, and they’ll have to drag me out. Just let them try to get in.
||[01 Jun 2006|02:30am]
I looked into the room a moment ago,
and this is what I saw—
my chair in its place by the window,
the book turned facedown on the table.
And on the sill, the cigarette
left burning in its ashtray.
Malingerer! my uncle yelled at me
so long ago. He was right.
I've set aside time today,
same as every day,
for doing nothing at all.
|savoring the hours
||[29 May 2006|08:53pm]
tonight i am savoring the hours and there has been absolutely no goal ~ no push for accomplishment ~not even desire for anything all day. nor all weekend~ merely savoring the hours and minutes ~ and pretty much the same since friday while friend/family were here from afar.
i wanted to share my journal thoughts here with woolgatherers...since they are fitting i suppose...i hope you are all well ~peace~
time~ passing along
has the flavor of
virgin wild honey from the bee's hive...
my mouth waters at the very thought of savoring ~time~
this delicious concoction...
truly recieved in gratitude by this (human)~being
(i am beside myself)
pics taken at galesville reservoir ~ c schurch may~2006
x~posted in my lj
||[17 Jan 2006|12:15pm]
A WORD TO THE WISE
Let the world pass in its time-ridden race;
never get caught in its snare.
Remember, the only acceptable case
for being in any particular place
is having no business there.
— Piet Hein (1905–1996)
||[06 Jan 2006|03:26pm]
Well, I guess this community has started to come to life a little bit, so I guess I'll post. For a while I wasn't sure if this was an active community or not... I should have figured people wouldn't post often. Anyway, I just thought I'd quickly introduce myslef.
I'm John and I'm a high-school student in Michigan. I spend most of my time, when I'm not in school... playing guitar, taking naps, or just relaxing while listening to music. In the summer, my life kinda' does a 360.. or is that a 180?.. and I'm always "busy". I say that with "s beacause when I say busy I mean I'm just never home. I go to my cottage where I like to sail boats, chill with my friends, and swim. One of these days I might just post some pictures of sunsets I've taken. Did I mention I like photography? But as I was saying, Torch Lake (where my cottage is located) is the most amazing place in the world. It is the "Third most beautiful lake in the world" according to National Geographic, it is the cleanest lake in Michigan, and it has some of the most beautiful sunsets in the world. It is the perfect place to be.
When I go to college, I imagine I will go somewhere in Michigan, I plan on majoring in music and business so I can maybe try to start an indie record lable. I've always had a passion for music, and I've always had a hard time finding music that I consider good. So I figure I'll just make a label that signs artists that I enjoy listening to, so I can do my part and bring my own taste in music into the mainstream... if that's possible. No harm in trying, right?
Well, I guess I've written more than enough and I'm sure you're all sick of reading about me. So I guess that's all I have to say. Peace...
||[06 Jan 2006|08:47am]
hello there, i have been watching this community for a while or so ~ and at last one of you posted, this has got to be one of the laziest communities i have seen thus far :D
ahhh, i feel right at home now.
i am an artist and live in the country. i dont do anything i dont have to. it is my motto now, i used to do too much the first 1/3 of my life ~ the old 'burned the acetylene torch at both ends' thing...
one of my quests lately is actually an experiment. i have actually achieved it briefly two summers ago....or was it three? well a bit ago. that is to disengage in activities enough for a length of existance and watch time literally stop. this may sound ludicrous. but then again it may make perfect sense.....well, i swear i experienced it. have any of you experienced time stopping? or have i gone over the edge? :P
||[06 Jan 2006|02:15am]
What happens when you gather too much wool? like sleep through an entire day ... more than once?
||[26 Sep 2005|01:55am]
"Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler" ~Albert Einstein
"No matter how much pressure you feel at work, if you could find ways to relax for at least five minutes every hour, you'd be more productive." ~Dr. Joyce Brothers
||[21 Sep 2005|09:41pm]
Hello, I've just joined this community and I'm glad to be in a group of such wisely relaxed people.
Oh the joys of observing things that normally pass most people by! To regain life's true magic by looking into the heart of it, and not just become a drone in the overall drama..
I'm glad to be here :)