As we often said, our meeting, here, doesn’t mean a therapeutic setting virtually extended to a group; the blog is not a therapeutic place. Surely, the personal and group workshop’s thinking, with its specific dynamics, is a “self-awareness process” here going on… A sort of a parallel discussion as it works in the workshops, regarding the group’s ideas along a dramatic path. This place works constantly through a level of abstraction and “falsification of the ideas” that often takes the readers into a cloudy, new and unexplored way to think. I mean that group dynamics, each time created, made of expectations -motivations- and supported by a specific training -drama-therapeutic method-; the challenge is to explore the intimate relationship between the actor’s personality and a “Performing Ego” or “Self-Performer” -the character-, letting figure out contradictions and permissions. Personally, I mean this as a “restitution to reality deed”. Even though we recreate it inside our mind -through the drama process-, it deserves to see us linked to it, beyond any presumptuous act of a cold objectiveness. It’s true, reality determines us, but immediately, as we meditate on this fact, we re-define the reality. A reciprocal process now available to the dramatherapic understanding.
People generally say that for each event correspond an effect, but in the psychological field, event and effect constantly influence each other -a circular process! This discussion would take us far, even talking about ethics and mind ecology, or that constant “miracle” of perception along the complex path from what is perceived to the finest thinking abstraction on that one. The last posts, as inputs, recently written on these pages, had the goal to be a challenge to read inside the shadows of our daily life, through instruments as cinema, theatre, fairy tales an music…
A warm-up that goes along the work in our meetings and the invitation to the actors and guests to enrich it with stimuli and notes.
A sea front is particular place, with the formality of whom is aiming innocent at making us have a walk; it is always that water shed border between the sea and the earth, the origin and the landing place. Do you really mean that, motionless, there is only the sunset and dawn sight to capture us?
I say an ancient memory does exist... Then, I propose you an ordinary one, not meant to be ordinary…to chorally remind us that it’s only us to exclaim Viva La Vida, on this wonderful and dangerous round world! In this case, Cold Play are right: whether kings or mendicants.
People generally say that for each event correspond an effect, but in the psychological field, event and effect constantly influence each other -a circular process! This discussion would take us far, even talking about ethics and mind ecology, or that constant “miracle” of perception along the complex path from what is perceived to the finest thinking abstraction on that one. The last posts, as inputs, recently written on these pages, had the goal to be a challenge to read inside the shadows of our daily life, through instruments as cinema, theatre, fairy tales an music…
A warm-up that goes along the work in our meetings and the invitation to the actors and guests to enrich it with stimuli and notes.
A sea front is particular place, with the formality of whom is aiming innocent at making us have a walk; it is always that water shed border between the sea and the earth, the origin and the landing place. Do you really mean that, motionless, there is only the sunset and dawn sight to capture us?
I say an ancient memory does exist... Then, I propose you an ordinary one, not meant to be ordinary…to chorally remind us that it’s only us to exclaim Viva La Vida, on this wonderful and dangerous round world! In this case, Cold Play are right: whether kings or mendicants.
Viva la Vida, by Cold Play
"I used to rule the world/ Seas would rise when I gave the word/ Now in the morning I sleep alone/ Sweep the streets I used to own/ I used to roll the dice/ Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes/ Listen as the crowd would sing:/ “Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”/ One minute I held the key/ Next the walls were closed on me/ And I discovered that my castles stand/ Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sandI hear Jerusalem bells are ringing/ Roman Cavalry choirs are singing/ Be my mirror my sword and shield/ My missionaries in a foreign field/ For some reason I cannot explain/ Once you know there was never, never an honest word/ That was when I ruled the world/ It was the wicked and wild wind/ Blew down the doors to let me in/ Shattered windows and the sound of drums/ People could not believe what I’d become/ Revolutionaries Wait/ For my head on a silver plate/ Just a puppet on a lonely string/ Oh who would ever want to be king?/ I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing/ Roman Cavalry choirs are singing/ Be my mirror my sword and shield/ My missionaries in a foreign field/ For some reason I cannot explain/ I know Saint Peter won’t call my name/ Never an honest word/ And that was when I ruled the world/ Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings/ Roman Cavalry choirs are singing/ Be my mirror my sword and shield/ My missionaries in a foreign field/ For some reason I cannot explain/ I know Saint Peter will call my name/ Never an honest word/ But that was when I ruled the world"
"I used to rule the world/ Seas would rise when I gave the word/ Now in the morning I sleep alone/ Sweep the streets I used to own/ I used to roll the dice/ Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes/ Listen as the crowd would sing:/ “Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”/ One minute I held the key/ Next the walls were closed on me/ And I discovered that my castles stand/ Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sandI hear Jerusalem bells are ringing/ Roman Cavalry choirs are singing/ Be my mirror my sword and shield/ My missionaries in a foreign field/ For some reason I cannot explain/ Once you know there was never, never an honest word/ That was when I ruled the world/ It was the wicked and wild wind/ Blew down the doors to let me in/ Shattered windows and the sound of drums/ People could not believe what I’d become/ Revolutionaries Wait/ For my head on a silver plate/ Just a puppet on a lonely string/ Oh who would ever want to be king?/ I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing/ Roman Cavalry choirs are singing/ Be my mirror my sword and shield/ My missionaries in a foreign field/ For some reason I cannot explain/ I know Saint Peter won’t call my name/ Never an honest word/ And that was when I ruled the world/ Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings/ Roman Cavalry choirs are singing/ Be my mirror my sword and shield/ My missionaries in a foreign field/ For some reason I cannot explain/ I know Saint Peter will call my name/ Never an honest word/ But that was when I ruled the world"
Movie: Official Promo Video for new single from Coldplay, "Viva La Vida", taken from the Album Viva La Vida -Or Death And All His Friends-
Photo: "Sea Front", 2009
Photo: "Sea Front", 2009
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