Field Study Proposal

In this continuation of the R is for Ruins field study from Winter 2013, I will be taking a closer look at what it means to be a ruin and our fascination with ruins. I will be exploring various ghost towns, towns in disrepair, and “fully functional” cities In order to take a closer look at ruin in various states of its progression. I will be looking at current trends that incorporate ruins and see why they have grown. I will look into cyber culture , memory, and self as a ruin and will further explore all of this through poetry, prose, journaling, artwork, crafting, photography, and self meditation.

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ABCs and 123s – weekly log and field notes

• Week 7 May 18, 2013 May 13th .5 hour peer review 5 hours reading .5 hour Photoshop May 14th 5 hrs reading 1 hrs re-writing nuro reverie May 15th 1.5 hrs calc. poetic’s 4hrs reading May 16th 1.5hrs in class “my poets” 2hrs micro lecture 3hrs reading .5 writing May 17th 6hrs ...
• Week 6 May 18, 2013 May 6th 2 hour peer review/yoga 5 hours reading 1 hour Photoshop May 7th 5 hrs reading 2 hrs Photoshop 1hr research into Byron online May 8th 1.5 hrs calc. poetic’s 1.5 hrs artist lecture 2hrs reading May 9th 1.5hrs in class “my poets” 2hrs ...
• Week 5 log May 5, 2013 April 29th 1hr of peer review 3 hrs of reading Lord Byron 1hr writing 1hr meditative thinking April 30th 1hr  Poetry Reading and Interpretation 1.5hr  Seminar: As poetry recycles neurons in conversations between Marjorie Perloff’s poets and ...
• Week 4 log April 29, 2013 April 22th 3hrs reading The last Myth 2 hours  Monday class  session 2 hours writing April 23th 1.5hr Class seminar 1hr comp. lab w/class 3.5hrs collectively reading Ruins, The last myth, Neuro, the Midnight and some Lord ...
• Week 3 Log April 21, 2013 April 15th 2hrs reading 2 hours  Monday class yoga session April 16th 3 hours working with photography/ getting acquainted with the new Photoshop .5 hr – Reading and Responding to Seminar Passes 1hr experimenting with sonnets April ...

BachelardianReverie

• Week 8 Reverie May 22, 2013 “The weight of evidence now implies that it is the brain, rather than some non-physical stuff, that feels, thinks, and decides. That means that there is no soul to fall ...
• Nuro Reverie #2 May 14, 2013 The anatomists and pathologists wage an interdisciplinary battle, Their argument: Nuropsycology. Integrated studies, a brain surgery into Vogts, Lenin, Forel, and Ferdinand. The analysis; positive eugenics. The Vogts! The Vogts themselves turned, successor of the institute: sterilization, incarceration, and murder of ...
• Neuro reverie #1 May 7, 2013 Human beings dance for this History with others Human contact does not just establish the conditions for the social and human sciences. Across the “two Cultures” We are governed or govern ourselves We live in groups Weather in ...

Poetry

• A walk I walk out to sea the wind is cold and harsh now in the morning spring the vapor of mermaid tears awaken within me fears.
• a bit A listless expression hangs upon my face, I feel nothing, my fingers dance in the void. Why am I this way? am I not real, is that the rhyme and reason for why I ...
• War zone There is no escape from this mess of decay and fire, the war zone has stretched its boundaries, and the sky grows angry and red as the sun begins to fall, and all the ...
• Memories and poetic bits I still remember all the good times, all the laughter, love, and the pain of thorns. I remember it all, pictures vividly dancing round. I saw the tears stream from your eyes, and watched them collect the ...
• What? The End When in the outside world, all seems to be crumbling, all seems to be at an end, what shall we consider the cause? Is it the workings of our politicians, bringing our spirits to a lowly ...
• The Stone (Another Memory Poem) I’ve seen the truth slip out your mouth and vanish. thus giving your speech no ring, nothing to hold to. There is no peace within this glade, as you stand befor me, sun ...
• Memories of Heartache Maybe I’m not dead yet but you’ve already buried me. you laid me to rest with her hand in yours, thorns of the rose drawing blood. “I’ll always love you” that’s what you said before I Turned my ...
• Unity in Time I hold within me all the secrets of my time not your time, just my clock not yours, It shifts me through the many gears that grind on my heart that tug at my sleeve and lead me to, where? I ...
• Winters Heart (A Reflection)   The days fly by my window like the birds who having nowhere else to roam, and having made this dreary town their own, nestle in the hidden kiss of serpentine dew, Eden is old ...
• Cold Streets Its not sad to say that things just sliped away it happens all to often in this place. the streets are cold now, I cant hear your breath, what more is there left. I’ve been lost ...

Poetry Observed

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