The Momix dance troupe does some spectacular work. To see some great samples of their work click on this quote from the reel:
“A little less gravity in your step….”
Artistic director, Moses “the Cyclone” Pendleton says, “The problem with most people is they’re too out of shape. They are too tired. They’re missing out on their life. They’re missing out on the life of the body, which is life for me.”
from Samadhi & the City, a yoga blog
“If you’re looking for a soothing, free, mini-respite, check out Pulse Park, an interactive art project in Madison Square Park. You go up to one of two little podium-like stands, hold the handlebars inside and have your pulse taken. It then translates the beating of your heart into pulsing beams of light on the field in front of you. Your pulse will be integrated into 199 other people’s in a shifting array of light. When you let go, your heart light will stay in a single beam for a moment. It’s a pretty magical New York experience. And apparently the electricity for the whole thing is fueled by biodiesel.
“Since it’s really hard to explain, you can check it out for yourself from dusk-10pm until November 17th. As a yogi who thinks a lot about heart and breath, I found it especially revelatory to see my inside pumps momentarily translated into light–and then watch it commune with other people’s. The artist, Rafael Lozano-Hemmer, told New York magazine that he first had the idea for the piece after 9/11 when he wanted to create something uplifing. Pulse Park he said, “… is meant to bring everyone together, to allow people to express some sort of agency in a public space.” “
Poetic idea.
The future weighs down on me
just like a wall of light!
All these years
I’ve lived by necessity.
Now the world shines
like an empty room
clean all the way to the rafters.
The room might be waiting for its first tenants—
a bed, a chair, my old typewriter.
Or it might be Van Gogh’s room
at Arles:
so neat, while his eyes grazed among phosphorus.
A blue anchor.
To live in the future
like a survivor!
Not the first step up the beach
but the second
then the third
—never forgetting
the wingprint of the mountain
over the fragile human settlement—
Listen to the poem on Poets.org, here.