What a difference language can make

I just had a look at the 8 comments on my march post and once again I found a confirmation for the poetry power of the Japanese language, compared to the flat obscenity of the same words in Chinese.

See for yourself what happens after you put this piece of text in Google Translate:

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In the Japanese-English translation  you get this mysterious; yet poetic piece of text


(Adult Breeze)


A piece (of) shadow 
(covers the) cost of isolation
 (a) short piece (of) beauty
 a free vision for a free Tribune


Castle Shadows heaven  
visual piece shadow(s) cost of isolation rooms
adult vision (in) the capital city,
(a) monitoring, network
 (where) Aircraft strokes (our) room 


Odaka, 
visual piece 
shadow(s) cost of isolation
a cost of isolation strip
visual line for a Free Japan 


a Film chamber heaven 
 visual sound shadow
 pasting free shadow pieces
 curves, shadow lines for a Free piece
an adult breeze


How subtle and charming; I thought after reading this translation: Odaka must be the beloved one; the protagonist in the author's fantasies; the queen of his heaven. Yet; the author feels isolated in his capital city; only catches her visual shadow which is  worth all the costs of his isolation.


The Chinese translation pushed me with my nose on the naked facts, no heavens and shadows in isolation, but...


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I go to bed with the silent hope that the person who posted this reaction was a warm-hearted Japanese :)

Vegan a go go

Back in Bilzen.... desk lamp providing some shadow in the dark overwhelmingness of a talking living room. Turkye waving in a distance; with a thesis hill in between which only allows me to see some moving fingertips. Electionposters will cover cultureboards soon, both in Belgium and the Netherlands; partners in political chaos: Falling... falling... failing.... We don't agree whether or not to stay together. But we agree we can't keep it like this, because we can't agree. I got alienated by living rooms with couches; the internal architecture around the television shrine; the center of attention; never speechless; never still, never without suggestions on how to improve our failing lives or making fun of other people in order to make us feel better/worse/worried/unsafe/... This is where I grew up. My mind craving for coziness; family reunions; a mothersday sunday cuddle, Auroville in the back of my head, Amsterdam and European capitalmentalities braggin about the freedom of anonimity... and me, trying to understand where I can buy anthropological glasses...

Creative Writing Workshop 3/3/2010 - Future School- 10:35-12:20 .)

Freewriting: 
Only a phonecall away, a beep, no signal, from time to time a disconnection beyond the line. I feel quiet today, wordless, absent, imagining the shape of your presence sitting on the couch, right next to me.
I don't want to be the one that leans on you, I want to be able to stand strong on my own. Looking to much in close up destroys beauty sometimes. I can not speak, I want to scream, reach you, with my fingertips, extend them until they touch, I want to laugh, break out, fly, rush away, over the entire Middle East but stay here with one leg,. grab your hair (the curly part) and swing you to the air, carry you on my back... all the way to Auroville...

Poetry following from my freewriting in Future School class today: 

I take you on my back to Auroville
and hope you won't cease
in the flight of tropical thoughts
and spiritual sceneries

I take you on my back
and circle through eternity
meet a Mother in clouds of gold
in a temple of religionless divinity

I take you on my back, reach you a green belt
to keep the buxxing of mosquitos away
I take you on my back
and whisper you, please stay...



My poem after the input of 6 young Aurovillians

I take you on my back to Auroville
walking through the forest, listening to the birds tsjirping
walk side by side
holding hands under the blossoming tree

looking in your eyes and feeling love
which makes me puke (yes, someone wanted to be funny :))
sponge which is soaked
in the food and drink that I choked

"eat whatever you like" people say
and play at the bay
the only thing I can say is " don't be afraid"
and I whisper you, please stay




My poem transformed based on the 'recycled ' associational suggestions of my students:

I take you on my back
listening to the forest
holding hands with blossomming trees
and feel my eyes
as sponges soaking daring drinks
and fed with food of love

I take you on my back
play side by side with birds
puke my fear away
and whatever people say
I whisper you, please stay

The War Within

'teach peace' the t-shirt tells
but non-violence has blurry borders
taste bubs and salivary cravings
bodily desires
under-ego plays strike
while consciousness dozes in
a bowling game divine
boiling breath balade
I'm a believer...

right

as long as they were happy...

I don't understand what's wrong with the human mind. Even in Auroville I hear the phrase over and over again "as long as they had a happy life". A happy life seems a legitimation for killing. It really makes no sense to me. It came up during an interview with an Aurovillian girl, talking about sustainability, listening to our needs rather than our wants. Yet, when it came to veganism, she told she still consumed meat. She lived in a farm, she said, and if she saw the chickens walking around, running freely, she could not think different than that those animals have a happy life. Ok, so far I can more or less agree. Even though you can not see the inner struggles of the individual chickens, the daily frustrations of a chicken life and the possible season-depression of the feathered chicken in fire hot summer, you could say that a free running chicken on a farm has a relatively happier life than one who is stuck in a crowded, inhumane factory farm without space to move.

But then a strange loop in thinking occurs: the chicken is happy (according to human judgement) so... I can kill her. This is one of the strangest conclusions I ever heard. Ok, I have been listening to similar analogies over and over again, sometimes featuring cows, pigs, rabbits, ... but in no case I was able to see the logic of the conclusion. What would give you the right to kill a happy living being. Wouldn't its happiness just be a reason to keep her alive? Is a killer less guilty of murder if his victim was happy before he/she was killed? Is it more legitimate to throw a bomb on Auroville, as most people seem to have a happy life here, then throwing it on a hospital for depressed patients or on a prison? Are we jealous of their happiness and do we like to see it destroyed as soon as they get it? I love the fact that organic farms are getting more popular, but organic meat from happy animals, come on! We don't need meat, we don't NEED to kill to fulfill any of our daily needs. We can perfectly deal without any deadly victims. any exploitations for their mothermilk or eggs And still, even those we tell they care, those we preach to live on a higher level of consciousness serve chicken rice in the Visitors' Centre and Tuna Sandwish in the Solar Kitchen.

Humans, if you plan to kill me, please do me a favor: kill me when I feel like dying, not when I finally am enjoying life.

Eco Cycle-Yatra- Hand Clap 'Choco-la-de' in Moratandi

Imagine, over fifty barefoot children in a circle, chanty South-Indian houses in the background, some curious dogs sniffing your toes, a group of about ten mothers observing from a safe distance, twenty volunteers from all over the world and... ' CHOCO-LA-DE' hand-clap smiles where-ever you look. This is the image that comes to my mind when looking back at my first Eco-Cycle Yatra experience last Monday (19/01/10). Since the launch of the project in September 2009, aiming to share, interact and connect with people from the villages surrounding Sadhana, this was the first time so many volunteers joined in.

We spend the afternoon in Moratandi, a village at walking distance from Sadhana Forest, so bikes were abundant this week. The fact that a Turkish body percussion expert taught us some techniques and songs beforehand -making music with our hands, legs, fingers- certainly put all of in the right mood for clapping and chanting. And the kids... they loved it too! Surprisingly, so did their mothers, fathers, the Tamil villagers passing by bike, passengers stopping in front of the spectacle,  all of them were eager to join in. Soon we were clapping hands with one villager after the other. It felt like giving out free five-fold high-fives. To put it in Lamie's words (one of our Korean volunteers): “everybody twinkle in eyes, singing, so beautiful, I had tears springing out my eyes. Wow!”. When everybody got the flow of the clapping game, Ana and Diego used the middle of the circle as a performance stage for a true Capoeira show.  After some hesitation, the first kids tried to imitate them and participated in the musical combat-dance, encouraged with loud cheers and songs of their friends and family.  Even one of the fathers showcased the flexibility of his Indian body with handstands and acrobatic stunts. He got a loud applause and a subtle suggestion by Ana that he would even dance better if he would abstain from alcohol. Hopefully he will leave a fragrance of pineapple juice when he dances with us next time :)

The ' Choco-la-de song'  caught on. Even five days later, during the chant-and-plant workshop in Children's Land,  girls and boys came up to us in the garden with inviting hands and a huge smile: “choco, choco, la, la, choco choco, de de, chocola, chocode, chocolade!”

Auro Sadhana hammock thoughts

One week in sustainable Utopia. I can't imagine that it is only and at the same time already one week ago since I entered the wooden steps of Sadhana Forest. Even more unearthly is the thought that it is today exactly two weeks ago that I set foot on Indian soil. So many things have happened, so many people I met in just two weeks, so many new thoughts (or at least recycled ones) in my confused mind,... In just seven days Sadhana Forest managed to make me cry. First because of the onion cutting (the amount of onions necessary to feed 110 people is impressive, also for my eyes), then because of the itching-and-I-should-not-scratch mosquito bites on both my legs, arms, belly and back. But most of all the beauty moves me, realizing that people who are living and volunteering here really live up to the philosophy of the founders while staying here: eat vegan, unschool your kids, make no business and participate actively in reforestation. A fifth aspect would be the eco-factor, which deserves a separate article later on, because, really, it is a completely new way of living, from going to the compost toilet to drinking dynamized happy water. Even my daily rhythm has changed, starting with waking up at 6 am, followed by a morning circle with over 100 people in which we make ooooooohm-sounds and play energizing handclapping games and ends in the hammock of the main hut, with a laptop (charged with solar energy during the day) on my knees around 10pm and finally a night in the company of rats, snakes and hundreds of little insects in my mosquito-net covered improvised bed with sticky sheets in the sleeping hut. The food is also different, even though I have been a vegan for more than a year now. My diet was mainly dominated by soy, corn and fried products: vegan burgers, cornstarch, fries, noodles wokked with oil and salt. Here the founders added some ingredients to the 'forbidden' list. Besides all animal products (meat, fish, eggs, diary, gelatine, honey), we are asked not to bring any sugar, sugercane, alcholol, salt, coffee, tea, masala, chili or any processed foods. All these foods have some ethical, environmental or social dillemma and are for this reason eliminated from our daily meals. Interestingly, none of the meals is cooked with oil, sugar or normal salt. To give a sweet taste to the porridge in the morning, we add jaggery, a natural sweetening plant. Salt is avoided, but you can put some Himalayan salt by yourself. Cooking without oil seems not to be a big problem. None of the food I have tried so far was burned and the absence of fat didn't change the tastiness.

I decided to live in an ecovillage, temporally, maybe one day for the rest of my life. I seek for freedom, understanding, peace... But at the same time I long to be with people who work towards the same goal, the same utopia of a world in which sustainability is put into practice, where people are conscious about the essence of their lives, themselves being part of nature, the world at large... I don't want to loose myself in spiritual vagueness, but I don't have the feeling I could easily get caught. How could you get caught in searching for the core of life, striving to reach 'Sadhana', seeing beyond the matrix of fixed thoughts? I am living about 45 minutes (by bicycle) from Auroville, a universal city in the making. Even after one week, the community aspect of Auroville is still hard for me to grasp. To me it still seems like a forest with some guesthouses between the green and some tourist shops with colourful hippie clothes and organic coffee and smoothies around the Visitors Centre and at the borders of the Auroville area. The upcoming weeks I will update you all about my experiences in Sadhana, my fieldwork (on Aurovillian Youth) and the challenges of living 'truly sustainable' in an utopian community. Is Auroville rally the city the world needs? Or is Sadhana Forest a better exanple?

Sunday morning medley

There’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
There’s still a little bit of your words I long to hear
without you, the world around me changes
the trees are bare and everywhere the streets are strangers

I heard there was a secret code that David played
and he pleased the lord
but you don't really care
for music, do you?

you can fall for pretty strangers
and the promises they hold
still, your silence can be beautiful
but also very cold

the Antichrist

One day in the train through the Netherlands. A easy way to make money while focused reading literature I otherwise would have read at distraction-speed at home, a perfect chat-with-strangers occassion and at the same time an act of promoting cheap environmentally friendly transportation (and a indirect protest against the privatization and therefore terribly expensive rates for Dutch railway traffic). My day started with leaving a beloved package of curls in Amersfoort. They disappeared in the BONGO, the Peacechild bus, to far away Copenhagen, the place where the wild things and soon other world decision/change makers are.

Talking to strangers, asking them to share a Blokker promotion ticket (purchasable for 27,50 euros, allowing two people to travel throughout the Netherlands from 9 in the morning until midnight), provided me with an interesting sample of Dutch population: an activist, a Protestant mother, a first year medical student in Groningen, an older women who used to be a teacher at a Montissori school, an Iraq illegial refugee talking about the refugee centre in the Netherlands and complaing about the phrase that seems to follow him everywhere he asks about possible Dutch paper: wachten, wachten. wachten. Wait, wait, wait.

First I took an energetic (and to my standards honestly attractive) climate activist to share a ride, then I witnessed my name in the editors section of a newly published book which made me smile, just some minutes later there was the Christian young mother with 7 weeks old baby Emmanuel who was on her way home to Zwolle. She used to work as a pharmacy assistent, but took some months off to care for her newborn next generation. When I offered her a ride for 5 euros (instead of 11), she didn't hesitate. I didn't only get a part of my ticket paid back, but got a free conversation all the way from Amersfoort to Zwolle. I told her about vegetarianism, breast feeding, Climate justice, about Food Inc, the fact the world food provision is mainly in the hands of 5 big commercial megabusinesses, while this power used to be shared by 100's of them. This was the moment she presented me to the Antichrist.

The Antichrist is part of a Bible story in the New Testament called 'the Revelation'. It is the last story of the Bible, talking about the fate of the earth and humankind, the apocalyps. I hereby don't refer to the story as it is written (as I did not read it yet), but just try to parafrase my co-traveller. According to the Revelation, there will come a day that all food provision is in the hands of one big business, a commercial monopoly. It seems unlikely, but if you know almost all food in the world is in the hand of only 5 big multinational businesses, it is no understatement that we are clearly approaching that time. On the day the food-dictatorship will be a fact, Jezus will return to the Earth to pick up all Christians and bring them straight to heaven. They will be saved from the terror that will follow. The first 3,5 years of the Christians left, the world will be more or less peaceful. Something will happen to the Jews, as they are (acoording to the Christians) also close to Jezus' beliefs and maybe they will even be saved right after the Christians. Still according to the Revelation (and now it gets even more scary) the people who are left on the globe, will be "coded" with a chip implant in their arm. The food-dictator, who is at the same time in political power, manages to keep peace for 3,5 years, then the tide turns. The Antichrist will come to the Earth and join forces with the food industry.The Antichrist is in every aspect the opposite of Jezus. If forgiving is an act that brings you closer to God and Jezus, because forgiveness, caring, love and compassion is the literal translation of these two well-known personification, then the Antichrist is a cold, calculated being, not allowing himself to forgive, treating others who used to be and are close to him as material you just throw away and step on as on a dying sigarette on the floor. The Antichrist does not care that forgiving brings your heart closer to Jezus, he would rather stick to stubbornness then talk and find a solution with those who ask for forgiveness and friendship. With the Antichrist, the world will end. It will be an end that will last for 3,5 years until everything of the world as we know it, is gone. Still, hopefully the predictions won't be as accurate as it seems...