{"id":667,"date":"2005-03-01T10:38:43","date_gmt":"2005-03-01T18:38:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chriscorrigan.com\/blogs\/?p=667"},"modified":"2006-11-15T14:43:02","modified_gmt":"2006-11-15T22:43:02","slug":"songs-and-poems-about-hosting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/songs-and-poems-about-hosting\/","title":{"rendered":"Songs and poems about hosting"},"content":{"rendered":"

A propos of my post on facilitation and authenticity,<\/a> I am becoming more keenly aware of the ways in which artists have been describing the process of “hosting.” Today, my pal Andy Boprrows posts a set of poems<\/a> that speak to me, including this one by Wendell Berry:<\/p>\n

\n
The Real Work<\/strong>It may be that when we no longer know what to do
\nwe have come to our real work,<\/p>\n

and that when we no longer know which way to go
\nwe have come to our real journey.<\/p>\n

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.<\/p>\n

The impeded stream is the one that sings.<\/p>\n

— Wendell Berry<\/p><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I’ve also been looking for songs online that describe “this work” and so far have collected a few into a playlist at Webjay<\/a>. Just follow the link and click play to hear them. Additions to that list. which is composed of free and legal online media, are welcome. And if anyone can find me a copy of Alanis Morrissette’s song “Utopia” send me the link. As a poem about conversation it is amazing:<\/p>\n

\n
Utopia<\/strong>we’d gather around all in a room
\nfasten our belts engage in dialogue
\nwe’d all slow down rest without guilt
\nnot lie without fear disagree sans judgment<\/p>\n

we would stay and respond and expand and include
\nand allow and forgive
\nand enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire
\nand accept and admit and divulge and open
\nand reach out and speak up<\/p>\n

This is utopia this is my utopia
\nThis is my ideal my end in sight
\nUtopia this is my utopia
\nThis is my nirvana
\nMy ultimate<\/p>\n

we’d open our arms we’d all jump in
\nwe’d all coast down into safety nets<\/p>\n

we would share and listen
\nand support and welcome
\nbe propelled by passion not invest in outcomes
\nwe would breathe and be charmed
\nand amused bydifference
\nbe gentle and make room for every emotion<\/p>\n

we’d provide forums we’d all speak out we’d all be heard
\nwe’d all feel seen<\/p>\n

we’d rise post-obstacle more defined more grateful
\nwe would heal be humbled and be unstoppable
\nwe’d hold close and let go and know when to do
\nwhich we’d release and disarm and stand up and feel safe<\/p>\n

this is utopia this is my utopia
\nthis is my ideal my end in sight
\nutopia this is my utopia
\nthis is my nirvana
\nmy ultimate<\/p><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A propos of my post on facilitation and authenticity, I am becoming more keenly aware of the ways in which artists have been describing the process of “hosting.” Today, my pal Andy Boprrows posts a set of poems that speak to me, including this one by Wendell Berry: The Real WorkIt may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-667","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art-of-hosting"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/piBp1-aL","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/667","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=667"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/667\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=667"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=667"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=667"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}