New ropes! Seven of them; they smell of kerosene and are about twice the diameter of my old ones, which have lasted me rather well over two years. This time from Arisue Go instead of Osada Steve, as I quite liked using Dasniya’s for the messy tying. Also several different lengths, including the black-tipped 10 meter one, which could tie up a whole room.
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Reading: James Palmer — The Bloody White Baron
This is one that fell into my reading list in a couple of disparate but connected ways. The first, or rather more direct, being the author James Palmer, is also responsible for Heaven Cracks, Earth Shakes: The Tangshan Earthquake and the Death of Mao’s China, which is on my upcoming reading list. The second, but chronologically earlier (as in read before, though published after The Baron) is Charles Stross.
Science-fiction to insane White Russian nobility seeped in revolution-era apocalyptic Buddhism? Well, it all started in the Laundry, and to paraphrase somewhat, … Eldritch Abominations, the Wall of Pain on the dead plateau wherein the Sleeper lies imprisoned in the pyramid, CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN, the Eater of Souls, “Stop Teapot … Before he makes tea.”
(I have a feeling I’ll be reading The Fuller Memorandum again shortly.)
And we do meet Teapot. And he is making tea.
Back in the slightly more real world, The Bloody White Baron is the biography of one Freiherr Roman Nikolai Maximillian Ungern von Sternberg, of Baltic-German noble descent who found his way through life with such an unfailing fondness for brutality (he would take walks in the fields around his battles, littered with bones and butchered corpses fed upon by wolves and carrion birds, because he found it peaceful and calming), and ripened with a demented, anti-Semitic, Buddhist shamanism, that the character Charlie grows from the real Ungern and places in a Lovecraftian universe of horror from other dimensions doesn’t seem so unlikely at all.
The actual book is more in the line of Peter Hopkirk, slightly sensationalist but rollicking-good story of Central Asian and far-East Orientalism adventurism in the last days of Empire, which is to say despite the endnotes, this is more a generalist work than my usual tendencies towards academic-ish texts.
Not to imply this isn’t well-researched (as far as I can tell; Russia and north of Tien Shan not being a region I know much about) and James does a commendable job of balancing the hysterical complexity of multiple falling empires, revolutionary nationalists, upstart imperialists, straggling enclaves and exclaves of the former, and various Mongolian and Steppe groups and religious powers all variously forming shifting alliances and slaughtering each other.
I was often reminded, during reading this (yes, I’ve already finished, so this is a quasi-/crypto-review) the similarities between eastern Europe and eastern Siberia, Mongolia and the Steppe; both being ground underfoot repeatedly by advancing and routed ideologies, and both to this day having their histories unwritten, commensurate to say, Germany or China. As he points out in the epilogue, exactly what happened to Mongolian Buddhism in the ’20s and ’30s under Soviet-led or -inspired communism happened in Tibet under Mao. The difference being the latter is something Brad Pitt gets banned permanently from China for (I watched Seven Years in Tibet last night as a distraction), whereas the former is a footnote.
after the self-suspension workshop
Hours of suspension, sun and blue sky and freezing outside, chai tea by the tureen, leek, potato, grünkern soup (with special additions from Régis) … ropes and talking and hanging ourselves up, lowering ourselves off, warming up fingers and bones and lungs, eight or nine or so hours of all this from when the sun was around its zenith until far into darkness.
Many photos also, though the combination of dimness in Alte-Kantine and not such a large sensor in my camera made for extended runs of blurriness. Much happiness nonetheless to have beautiful Lewis come all the way from England for the weekend, as well as others who are not always in Berlin.
Tomorrow, with a different group, we make something of the same. Well, to say something with ropes. Perhaps not so much of suspension, and more of floor and other things.
The photos, then …
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 1
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 2
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 3
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 4
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 5
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 6
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 7
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 8
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 9
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 10
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 11
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 12
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 13
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 14
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 15
yoga + shibari regular berlin classes for february
Sunday, Thomas’ last day in Berlin, and post-breakfast a soup was prepared. By 1 o’clock, up-and-down stairs was occurring, on our way to the Alte Kantine for an afternoon and evening of Shibari and self-suspension. With only five rings (until we drag ourselves upwards to drill more), the dozen of us was a perfect number. Happy to see some faces returning from the end-of-year pause also, and two coming all the way from Sweden.
Dasniya started with some (gentle) bootcamp warmup, and then spent the first two or three hours teaching basic tying and harnesses for hips, legs, torso, then going on to full-suspensions and showing some more painful possibilities like the single-bound-leg inverted hanging. Dinner was all us around the table, which is why Alte Kantine is so perfect for these classes and workshops, with much talking about philosophical, social, feminist and gender issues in BDSM and shibari.
And so on to February, more yoga and shibari classes every Wednesday evening in the Alte Kantine, and a trip for Dasniya at the end of the month north and east to Finland to teach in Helsinki.
Jeden Mittwoch Yoga & Shibari im Wedding.
1., 8., 15.,22., 29. Februar, 19-23 Uhr.
Ort: Uferhallen Kulturwerkstatt, Alte Kantine, Teatris, Uferstr. 8-11, 13357 Berlin,
U8 Pankstr/U9 Osloerstr.
Kosten 20/15 Euro
Workshop Text DeutschEvery Wednesday there will be Yoga & Shibari in Berlin-Wedding.
February 1., 8., 15., 22., 29.
Location: Uferhallen Kulturwerkstatt, Alte Kantine, Teatris, Uferstr. 8-11, 13357 Berlin, U8Pankstr/ U9 Osloerstr.
Costs: 20/15 Euro
Workshop text english
dvd shibari origami
Some weeks ago, Dasniya and I were climbing with Rui. The sky blackened and we fled the short distance to his roof-top apartment, a view across wasteland to Potsdamer Platz while the front dragged its torrential wetness from the south-east. He played us some audio work that I think was performed in Sweden on the weekend, and also showed us the DVD packaging for the film he and Monica have been making.
Hand-made. I started thinking about the packaging for the DVD I put together for Dasniya last year. I was never so happy with using off-the-shelf DVD cases of any kind. Partly because I’m not so fond of plastic as packaging, partly because I’m not so fond of generic packaging. Feeling rather inspired (as well as dumb for not thinking of it in the first place), I wondered about origami packaging, and so, off to the internet!
It didn’t take long to find origami envelopes, though longer to find square ones. I tried three possibilities, though it was obvious immediately that the first one was the one. It’s quite simple: the four corners are folded in to the centre, but their corner-points extend past that, and are then folded back so the line of this fold is the centre. Each flap is folded in one after the other, except for the last, whose leading edge is folded under the trailing edge of the first, making an endless layering. Conveniently also, the size of a DVD sleeve, when placed at 45° to parallel of a sheet of A4 cut square gives almost perfect measurements for this.
With the idea working in theory, and with some test templates measured and drawn up, the next stage was turquoise. My idea was that the outside of the packaging would have the same turquoise wash printed on it, and on a Friday, while talking with Katrin, who knows all these things very well, I found myself wandering modulor near Moritzplatz looking for things.
The idea I had of the packaging was that it would be layered. The DVD in a thin paper sleeve to protect it somewhat from the rougher paper of the folded case, in turn in a cellophane envelope of some kind, so the colour and texture would be visible yet also have some protection.
Finding the DVD sleeves was quite simple, but from there …
I settled on some Japanese raw paper, quite thick and with a beautiful texture from the screen used to make the paper, along with irregularities and imperfections. It turned out though, this couldn’t be put through a printer. I also found some cellophane bags, but like everything in this process, they needed to be trimmed and glued; amended.
With the option of printing not likely, and having decided on the paper, I thought of the obvious: watercolour. Before I got lost in dance, the art I’d been doing was watercolour and pencil or charcoal, so the thought of pushing this sublime medium around was dead enticing. Six small cubes of blues and greens from indigo to emerald, a medium-sized brush, everything else, and I was set for the weekend.
I’ve barely once picked up a brush since starting dance, but remembering how to work with this elusive solution didn’t seem so unfamiliar. I liked watercolor because it’s somehow a play that oil and acrylic aren’t. I loved the layering of colour, each new one affecting and being affected by those below; dredging out the pigments with a blotter, applying them thin as air or thick as coal … the myriad drying rhythms.
The six covers that came from one sheet took a lazy half day, in-between reading, eating, messing around. I made around ten layers, each layer concentrating on a different pigment, or combination of, as well as three or four more where I used the brush-water to lift off and blend the previous layers, or hang the paper vertically and rotate it slowly. Once dry, I cut it into six large squares and pressed them under a meter-stack of books for a night.
When they emerged, I found myself wandering back to the table throughout the day to marvel at the depth of colour. I haven’t been able to capture it on camera, nor amend what I did capture in Photoshop to do any justice. It’s not blue, nor just turquoise; even looking from here to the table, the hues and tones are the richest thing in the room.
For the cutting and folding, I was left with some apprehension, as it would be so simple to mess things up. I made a template on a piece of paper, spending an hour or so adding, subtracting (an occasional Pythagorean theorem even), until I was at least semi-confident that I wouldn’t create a disaster.
Besides the slowness – around 15 minutes each – and some small improvements and adjustments to the process, there wasn’t much remarkable. The whole process, from watercolour to cutting and folding is quite enjoyable, though certainly labour-intensive. The last thing to solve was how the cellophane bag would be sealed. I ended up buying larger bags and trimming the bottom off, the folding and gluing – different from in the photos as it as an on-going process.
All this also gave me over to thinking about what was on the DVD, and what has been done since the original. So along with the new sleeves, I decided to add video and images from the last year or so.
What I like most thought is when I look a them all on the table, and I think, yes the design is very nice and I’m very happy with how they turned out, and also feel now Dasniya’s DVD is, as an object, something equivalent to her work … besides all of this, I think I’m happiest about this because it allows me to return to art, to watercolour and drawing and working things out with brush and pencil, paper and ruler.
Reminder: Yoga and Shibari Workshops – Belgium, July
This is a very short reminder that Dasniya Sommer will in Brussels in July for her Yoga and Bondage, and Shibari Techniques Workshops at Charleroi/Danses.
More information is on her website, and also here.
Yoga & Bondage, Shibari Technique July 2011, Charleroi/ Danses
1) Yoga und Bondage:
July 11 – 15, 2011, Monday to Friday 12 – 18 pm
Max 20 people
Costs: 120 Euro2) Shibari Technique Advanced
July 16th & 17th, Sat&Sun 12 – 18 pm
Max 12 people
Costs 100 EuroCosts for both workshops 180 euro.
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More infos at: www.dasniyasommer.de
Download the Yoga & Bondage workshop description: Yoga + Shibari Text.
parsifal la monnaie shibari
Either it is lack of sleep, or I am on the precipice of whatever has waylaid many of the cast for the last weeks. Feeling ugh. MY head buried in dry cotton wool, clogging my mouth and dry sand rubbing my eyes raw. We finished around 18h today and I biked home, up the hills, got lost, got lost again, found home, planning on bed very soon.
Yesterday Dasniya, Gala and I had a four hour workshop in the afternoon and early evening of Shibari. Many of the dancers, singers, techies, and others find what we are doing fascinating and also unsettling. It seemed like a good idea to show what we do, talk about it a little, and play with some basic ideas and rope techniques, to make an proper introduction.
A group of around ten, including Parsifal (Andrew Richards), Amfortas (Thomas Johannes Mayer), Désirée our organiser, and several others arrived, perhaps a little nervous, excited also. Our first task, as we were coiling all the ropes was for the to learn how to do this. Perhaps for us it is common and we do this handling of rope in a natural way that appears simple, but teaching even the basic knot, or connecting two ropes shows how alien this can be.
Rope, once become familiar comes alive, it flows and glides through fingers, dresses bodies and limbs, entangles without itself becoming tangled. For most who have never handled rope, it evades the fingers, slips from limbs, twists and coils upon itself, knotting and snaring. Instead of being sublime, induces fear.
Dasniya and I talked a couple of times prior about what we might do in the four hours, and of course had enough for a week. We spent most of the second half on one of my favourite rope plays, half of use with one limb tied – a wrist, ankle, around the waist – the other end of the rope secured through the ring, all of us together in an inwards facing circle, the other half each with one person, rotating counter-clockwise every five minutes or so. The exersise being the restriction of the rope and the play of touch.
With fingers, hands, whole body, rope, sounds, sensations, for those on the outside the new bodies every few minutes gives a dramatic experience of how different one person can be from another, for those on the inside, the same, but in receiving. It can be a very emotional, physical experience and for me in such a short time gives a sense of what Shibari is; an opening into another world.
Of course, seeing us all hanging every day, this was the one thing many wanted to try. So it seems we’ll be doing another workshop after we open for just that.
And today, an afternoon of Act II with the orchestra. It’s almost come together, still some technical stuff to sort out before I will feel comfortable … all the suspension lines now are on winches, and rising a few meters above the whiteness of the stage while bound and slightly out of myself in a side suspension is an utter delight.
Tomorrow is the first dress, hair makeup, nakedness. I shall go to bed now, Dr Who, peanut butter on toast, cups of tea …
bo shibari
Today was working with Gala mostly. It’s almost 1am and I am a little bleary-eyed and wondering if dinner, shower, a bit of reading is possible or if I should just go to bed now. We tried Bo Shibari, firstly ransacking the 6th floor for any poles resembling lengths of bamboo, then trying to weave them into her ropes to make something more involved. I’m not sure if the idea will make it any further, as both time to develop it and time to do it in performance are both limited, but it has a beauty we haven’t touched on before.
Which is what I’m enjoying most in rehearsals, all this playing with ideas. Tomorrow we are in the theatre proper. Much rumbling and so on emerging from there … excitement.
Burka Bondage
The past couple of months Dasniya has been rehearsing with Helena Waldmann, in a piece she helped with last year in Shibari instruction. She left for India and Sri Lanka with them yesterday, for a three-week tour. Originally the tour was to go to Iran and Afghanistan, but political issues made that impossible. For those of you in the region, here are the dates:
‘BURKABONDAGE’ VON HELENA WALDMANN
mit Vania Rovisco, Dasniya Sommer, Acci Baba und Mohammad Reza Mortazavi
Infos unter: www.burkabondage.de
Indientournee Dezember 2010
06.12. – Chennai
10.12. – Colombo
12.12. – Bangalore
16.12. – Mumbai
19.12. – Delhi
Arisue Go Shibari Ropes
James Palmer — The Bloody White Baron
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 16
Self-Suspension Shibari Workshop – 17
dasniya self-suspended and reading
beginning in the sun
turquoise cobalt indigo emerald ultramarine
not capturing at all the depth and richness of tone
front – first trial plastic bag
back – (later found a more appropriate bag)
unfolded (with additional watercolour)
six finished at night
a rope, gala, parsifal, a ring
andrew, dasniya, viele seile
andrew, dasniya nochmal, viele seile
gala and la monnaie shibari
jute crustaceans beached
rope pole finger torment
finger stitching leg
photographer avoids camera ensnarement
burka bondage
catherynne valente – palimpsest