Each day, if your attention is drawn in by something beautiful, consider how that makes you feel emotionally. Shake a leg, and allow yourself to be drawn in more. Write a one line poem, or a haiku, reflecting the experience. |
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What T had noticed was that she was very attracted by light. So she had a few one liners:
• Twinkles of light in water on the pavement
• Glints of light in grey mineral tough flooring
• Sparkling water on leaves in sunlight
and over the month, she managed one haiku:
under the green tree
five pointed yellow red leaves
in shafts of sunlight
She noticed the yellow and red leaves scattered like confetti on the pavement. She noticed bright yellow leaves catching the sun fluttering against the shadowy dark background. She noticed the low sun's rays through the car windscreen in the morning creating an ethereal atmosphere. Noticing something beautiful, she felt connected to the wonder of nature and felt joy. Each time it seemed easy to remember the challenge and shake a leg whilst walking, and surprisingly, when driving. When she shook her leg it amused her because it was the gesture of a clown, or a dog after it has peed. The amusement took her attention away from the next part of the challenge, which was to draw herself in more. Looking back, she was naturally, automatically, but not consciously, drawn in more to something she experienced as beautiful. She either pointed it out to herself, or when she was with someone else. When she was receiving something enjoyable her attention was directed and held a lot longer than usual. Regarding the part about the haiku, she was aware of starting to put into words the sight she had seen, and each time she was struck by the inadequacy of language to recreate the experience. Putting the experience in words was for her a translation for herself, and for communicating to others.
It did not happen to L that often, but when it did he paused and let it draw him in, and he wrote a haiku, which was usually to do with the sun or the leaves. On the first occasion, 15 November, he was on the platform for the Overground, and it was to do with red leaves that had fallen on a path leading to the platform. So he wrote:
the path descending
deep red leaves of autumn hue
soon the train arrives
A couple of days later, he was at the Studio, and there was a really nice sunset outside. He put
round and round he goes
pink and noble is the dawn
sunset is the crown
And then, another red leaved tree in the street.
trees - so red the leaves!
sunlight permeates, the wind
makes them sway and fall
And then, a few days before, there was a fallen leaf with dew or rain on it. He had written:
water droplets lie
upon the fallen leaf
below the rising sun
By doing this, he had just felt more of a connection with nature, and therefore reality. It had been a good experience.
Responding to L, N said he had liked L's haikus very much, he thought they were very well put together. He also thought T's were nice as well, with the light, seeing the the shafts of sunlight. He had not actually read out his haiku, which said:
beautiful trees, so
compelling in your orange
and yellow colours
He said what the haiku did was interesting, it tried to encapsulate the experience poetically, but we all knew that we were going to fall short of that experience, however gifted we might be in trying to write haikus or anything else poetic. There was something so compelling and mysterious about the beauty that we were seeing and which was affecting us emotionally, it was hard to fully express it in a way which would satisfy a similar emotional experience.
Responding to N, T said it resonated with her experience of the season's red and yellow and orange leaves. In a sense, they felt like a distraction. It was autumn - maybe other countries were not as blessed with these changes - but how sensitive we were to it! We were sensitive to it when we saw nature, and it elevated us, but the desire to communicate the experience to ourselves again, or to others, through language - why would we want to do that? There was a tension between our own experience and wanting to convey it to someone else or to another human being - perhaps it was for some tribal reason, a kind of glue for community. When N was speaking it resonated with her own experience; the desire to express the beauty, to hold on to it or to experience it again, but always the inadequacy of language to enable that.
J said he thought N's point about looking for beauty was where a difficulty arose; either we felt it without looking for it, or the moment we actually looked for it, there was a danger that we were going to be in self-illusion. When we looked for beauty we would experience it, not because of its innate quality, but because of our desire for it. N replied he had been talking about the involuntary experience of beauty, where his attention was taken away, and he was pulled out of himself and experiencing something in that moment which was powerful. He knew this from listening to music, because music was a flow, a continuum. If he got caught in the moments of a beautiful leitmotif, or whatever it was he was listening to, he would miss the next bit. T said that whilst N had been talking, she was thinking about natural sounds, like birds singing or the river flowing, and those could not be stopped and re-wound, not like artificial human creations. Although creations were from us and in that way they were natural, we could manipulate them more - we could listen to something six times over, because we loved it so much.
The reading then continued from Chapter 30 of Beelzebub's Tales.