Showing posts with label Education/Initiation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Education/Initiation. Show all posts

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Up in the Heavens, Down on the Earth

Drive through the blighted section of any city and you will find an MLK Avenue, Drive or Street; in these same communities there is invariably a school, rec center or housing project named after hazily recalled historical figures like Phyllis Wheatley, Crispus Attucks, Frederick Douglass, Mary McCloud Bethune, Ida B. Wells, George Washington Carver and Benjamin Banneker. Funny how history can immortalize a name but dispose of details that made these individuals shine during his or her lifetime. The simplified biographies of Banneker and Carver tell that one was an almanac writer, the dude who laid out the plans for Washington, D.C. and that the other was the an Uncle Tom who could work wonders with the humble ground nut. What else is there to know? A lot.


My accidental intrest in Banneker and Carver came from essays and biographies of black women authors from the United States. Remembered conversations with my friend and visual artist/poet/philosopher/curator Kevin Sipp . This, in turn, linked to my interest in food and nutrition, intercultural relationships, as well as the present green and technological revolutions (that have some common but many conflicting goals) are some of what has made me curious about the these scientists, neither of whom had children but both of whom were fruitful in terms of their creative output.

Though born during the U.S. colonial era, the reach of Banneker's imagination was saved from the near-sightedness often inflicted upon and that afflicted many of the enslaved. In large part this was probably true because Banneker was born free to free-born parents. His was of a materially stable landowning family and partly descended from a British grandmother named Molly (Walsh) Bannaky . Molly Bannaky not only taught her grandchild the fundamentals of literacy but may also have been responsible for passing along the cultural wisdom of her deceased Dogon husband to their mixed race family. Banneker knew how to play the flute and violin and would grow to become a farmer, mathematician, writer, land surveyor, astronomer and social reform advocate with each interest flowing freely into the next. (For more on the Banneker history see this review and synopsis of Charles Cerami’s well researched Banneker biography. For more on the Dogon people's relationship to astronomy, see Sacred Sites of the World website.)

Carver was born in the Midwest many years after Banneker under less privileged circumstances. He spent his childhood as a slave, and on top of this had the misfortune of becoming an orphan; both left him with a shaky sense of belonging. His owners were said to have abolitionist sympathies that ran parallel to their need to keep slaves and make a living. They were therefore open to Carver learning to do things like read, paint and make music. In later years, Caver's path would lead him to rise higher than Banneker in terms of his formal education, earning a master’s degree and going on to become a fellow of the British Royal Society for the Arts and advisor important public figures and politicians. He was botanist, chemist, teacher, writer, enviromentalist, philanthropist and devout in his religious faith. (For more on Carver, check out Gary Kremer's George Washington Carver: In His Own Words and Tonya Bolden's children's book )


All of the above is very interesting to me. But what I find most fascinating about Banneker and Carver has to do with the inclusiveness, the holistic nature of their study. Their genius arose because of the way that they seemed to connect intellectual pursuit to development of the spirit. Their minds and hearts were open enough to thread together observations and knowledge that some might be tempted to view as separate. I see them as being spiritual descendants of the multifaceted ancient scholars of the East-- anonymous indigenous sages of all continents as well as the noted Middle Eastern hakeems and European renaissance men-- who were as well versed in poetry as they might have been in mathematics, astronomy, and navigation. All of them took serious the atom as universe idea/universe as atom idea, aware that that paying attention to what is near to us (be it our own souls or what is growing in our back yards) can reveal much about those things that seem to live light years away.


If I were a canvas painter or mural maker, I might create a panorama depicting these two men. Washington’s space would be lit by the sun with him paying close attention to the life and vibrations buzzing directly under foot. Banneker would be looking up at illuminated darkness as he deciphered the poetry of the heavens, time and space. Surrounding them both might be a frame resembling the design of a traditional ketubah. Mingled into the border would be Dogon masqueraders amidst vines of southern plants and flowers, paint brushes, musical instruments, the very top of the scene crowned by the brightly shining star Sirius. A flowing banner would be stretched along the bottom, pulled along by either Carver's jesup wagon or a pair of birds . It would echo some Old Time saying like, "As it is above, so it is below."



Ketubah image from Ketubah By Kamy . Dogon masqueraders image from Elineage.com

Each One Teach One

Dancer Junaid Jemal Sendi (Ethiopia) 2004/2005 protégé of Saburo Teshigawara (Japan)

Today I learned of the Rolex Mentor & Protégé Arts Initiative award that connects creative people of many genres. Masters like playwright Wole Soyinka, opera diva Jessye Norman, musician Youssou Ndour, novelist Toni Morrison and many others from all over the world passing along their memory, vision, technique and encouragement to a new generation is exciting, not to mention necessary.

How amazing it would be if there were to be a kind of structured linking of everyday grandparents, old guard community artists/activists, retired professionals with younger members of their tribe. Imagine!

In the meantime, check out this video of Morrison interacting with her protégée, Julia Leigh of Australia.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Writing Residency

As Ms. Celie would say, I’m here. Nervous about my decision, but I'm here: I made it to my first two-week residency for my Master of Fine Arts Program. I’m doing it.

There was a tremendous amount of preparation that went into my being able to come. I got a reprieve from some of my frenzied thinking when I arrived on campus (the frienzied thinking was replaced with an intense class schedule). I found the school to be as much a nature preserve as it is a place of higher education. The campus has trails and when walking along them you come across crows and cardinals, wolves and deer, owls and even a horse or two. A tire swing hangs from one of the walnut trees. Cicadas sound off at night.

One of my classmates joked that she was underwhelmed when she drove onto the grounds. I laughed, because it's true. Our school is understated. It whispers rather than shouts, being especially quiet since we distance learning/low res students, a skeletal admin staff, some construction workers and summer camp counselors and kids are among the only ones on campus. Just beyond the gates is a mall, many retail and grocery stores, a shopping village and the highway. But our school is kind of a world unto itself.

On the side of my dormitory, called the “T,” the resident students are cultivating a garden. Some of the things I recognize are oregano, rosemary, basil, onions, collard greens and kale. There is a scarecrow standing guard; the scarecrow is angular and thin, looking more like the resting sail of a boat than it does anything else. Many of the dishes that the kitchen staff prepare for our meals make use of some of these fresh herbs. Some people complain about the food, but I'm overall pleased with it. The cooks prepare many healthful quasi-gourmet dishes, many of them vegetarian. They always have herb teas and fresh fruit in addition to the standard soda and sweet treat desserts.

As for the buildings, the facades are uniform (great stress is put on uniformity) featuring a type of stone work that I saw used on a number of other homes when I was riding one of the MTA buses through Baltimore. The buildings seem to be inspired by a Frank Lloyd Wright's Fallingwater along with a Natural Home Magazine kind of aesthetic because of their sleek interior design combined with an eco-conscious elegance. The buildings make excellent use of natural light and feel comfortable and inviting. The seem like an extension, rather than a terrible intrusion on, the natural environment that surrounds.

It's a good place to re-charge and prepare for what lies ahead.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

My Soul Says Yes (to the MFA)

I've been thinking about whether or not it is wise to take on the responsibility of the MFA program that I applied to. Getting cold feet I guess, especially considering the cost. One big question that my mind has been asking though is can I afford not to atleast try.

The answer came when I got Round One of my nightly sleep (when I lie down with Jared at his bedtime, I end up drifting off and then wake up between midnight and two a.m., stay up for an hour or so reading, tidying, blogging, e-mail checking, self-tending or otherwise piddlin'...)

Anyhow, questions about security versus pursuing dreams are currently at the front of the line in my mind. Like a telegram response, one of my dreams delivered this: I was in a library researching Sally Hemings and Thomas Jefferson. I was so absorbed in the research that I went one level beyond my dream and stepped into the past. Kind of like a trip to Colonial Williamsburg, my research was my time shuttle. When I found myself back in the modern era I was back at the library and had collected a bunch of thin strips of paper (research fragments) that I had stacked and was making neat and organized.

For some reason, in order to go any further with my work and return to the library, I had to get permission from one of the staff members. This made me indignant, but I did as required and continued working (and being delighted by the process) and waiting. Waiting for the yes or no answer.

Yes! Remember that down-at-the-creek scene in the movie version of the Color Purple where a choir and the voice of Tata Vega as Shug Avery sing the prelude "Maybe God is Trying to Tell You Something"? Yes. That's what my mind is repeating now. "Trust yourself and know that it's okay to move forward with your dream/plan/ambition. You have what you need to put the tool to use once it is placed in your hands." This is the answer that came. Now I'm feeling a little like Moses and Jonah: do I really have the courage to listen and act?

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Matt Lauer in Bhutan

Above image from www.barmatours.com.bt



Above image from www.webwombat.com.au


Recently, I watched a video of Matt Lauer with young (elemetary school-age) monks in the country of Bhutan. He and an American woman very familiar with the culture of Bhutan kept speaking, with some amount of envy and astonishment it seemed, about how "happy," how peaceful the people of that country are. As they commented on this, my mind kept circling back to lessons that Eknath Eswaran, Thich Nhat Hanh and K. K. B. Fu-Kiau teach about how inner peace and contentment start with the individual, extend out into the immediate community and into the nation as a whole. It also spoke to how true education involves training a person to live in such a way that they grow a mature and fully-developed soul. I believe this is why in ancient times as well in some of today's indigenous cultures, "school" is logically connected to the places where spiritual rites occur-- be that in the thick of a forest, in a kiva or in the sanctum of a stained glass temple.