In Honor of First 100 Days, Obama's Cuffs Are Finally Finished! (Secret Map Included!)

This Revolution brought to You*
by the fairy cuffmakers,
and the trees...
"so that old can feel like new again!"


(look what I found!)












lveo. peace~

Spread the Word!

Chalk Animation

Stumbled across this today and I thought you all might like it.

Paul


Firekites - AUTUMN STORY - chalk animation from Lucinda Schreiber on Vimeo.

wolf and pig

domestock two thousand nine

it
starts like
a halting breath

then, the moment comes
when there's no turning back:
words come tumbling out

hello to all
new voices,
hello

#44: Don't Give Up, We've Come So Far! Here Are Your Cuffs!

Lover.

hymn

brown paper envelopes.
river letters, giving up.

some things will always
make me cover my face.

bandits

i want to share something that you
can find here. it is
one of my many jobs, to write things.
e v i l m o n i t o m a g a z i n e .
did anyone go to coachella?

#43: to make a rope (of US).

Maybe Sparrow...

the freeze project

my brother-in-law is a part of a campaign to raise awareness of human trafficking through a five minute freeze in public space! check it out: http://thefreezeproject.com/

do books ever find you in just the right season?

"A few weeks ago I had dinner with Twyla Tharp in her kitchen, and we were talking about the problems of the artist, or for that matter the individual, maturing in our society. Why do we have so few mature artists? Trying to answer this question, we began to speculate that your early years, say your twenties, should be all about learning--learning how to do it, how to say it, learning to master the tools of your craft; having learned the techniques, then your next several years, say your thirties, should be all about telling the world with passion and conviction everything that you think you know about your life and your art. Meanwhile, though, if you have any sense, you'll begin to realize that you just don't know very much--you don't know enough. And so the next many, many years, we agreed, should be all about questions, only questions, and that if you can totally give up your life and your work to questioning, then perhaps somewhere in your mid-fifties you may find some very small answers to share with others in your work. The problem is that our society (including the community of artists) doesn't have much patience with questions and questioning. We want answers, and we want them fast. My Dinner with André uses some of the experiences of my six years out of the theater as foundation stones for a work which is made up entirely of questions and which I would like to dedicate to all, artists and otherwise, who are out on the road somewhere wandering, with no destination anywhere in sight, almost forgetting why they ever set out in the first place, yet still unable to turn back, because they honestly believe that the shortest distance between two points just may not be a straight line."

André Gregory, June 1981
preface to My Dinner with André

"ode to silk umbrella"

shellac wings unfurl
shielding vagabond torso
holes reveal your life

#42: Green Revival needs wishes and pollination

young hearts run free!

#41:

We know we can do nothing without our friends.
We have learned that.

the value of hardware*

If You Believe They Put a Man On The Moon...

So... we have decided to give Obama our cuffs on Earthday.
Do they have superpowers?
yes*

*and what would really help is if everyone in the traveling neighborhood wore some too

...if you were to find some,
somewhere, of course.

and they happened to be yours*
and you put them on.

lveo. peace~
fairy godmother

Foreclosure On Rise In The Forest (And The Birds Are Still Singing...[Thank God!])

Love Isn't Free.

"good luck from margate," the postcards say

The history books forgot about us and the bible never mentioned us

You are my sweetest downfall,
I loved you first.

a lil' bit of song & dance

hi friends and strangers yet to be friends!

this is my first post here and it's been a long time comin! thought i'd drop a hello to share this lovely song & dance number by our belgium neighbors.

"debut"

painting in human

brush strokes
on my black box canvas
a spray of brunette hair
a caress of olive skin
a swirl of café con leche eyes
bringing to life
calling to mind
a memory palette 
in shades of light
in hues of beats
the primary colors 
of love
with secondary tones
of consequence

So I've been thinking about shoulds and guilt and shame. I think that people just, for the most part, want to live and contribute and be happy. And that there are so many paths, so many journeys for us all. But sometimes we get confused or mixed up or a little bit lost. And that's ok. So long as we keep trying to find the pathway through the forest. Sometimes we just get lost, so much so that we forget what it is that makes us feel alive and happy and here. Maybe whatever it is, whoever you are, wherever you may be whether it's good or bad, hard or easy, ashamed or proud, near or far if it's an experience that is true in that moment, it is real. And something that is real is always always worthwhile. And something that is true always deserves celebration and cultivation. And just because it's not something that you expected to feel (or do or be) and it's certainly not something that someone says should exist... that doesn't mean that it should be hidden... and it doesn't mean that we're not dancing beside you with joy when you share it.

F.Y.I

Hey People In regards to the previous posts on free will they are my thoughts. Mine, Kyle Roberts In no way is this a statement by the Traveling Neighborhood the Traveling neighborhood is an open forum that encourages peace understanding and acceptance. So please don't go off thinking that this is a statement by the Traveling Neighborhood in fact some members of the neighborhood may completely disagree. Some may not, I don't know. I was merely using the traveling neighborhood to express my thoughts on the matter of free will. If my observations make you upset or if you disagree or if you just want to talk about it please e email me at kprobx@gmail.com and lets discuss!! peace-Kyle

Hey whats freewill??

• beings with actively applied higher levels of freewill, can override the actions, thoughts, and realities of beings with lower levels of freewill

• beings with lower freewill, either directly or indirectly serve beings of higher freewill

• physicality allows the violation of freewill between physical beings, the main reason why physical existence is a valuable experience in the path of spiritual evolution

HEY WHATS FREEWILL??

• some beings have more freewill than others

• the more consciousness, self-awareness, or spiritual evolution one possesses, the greater one’s freewill

• possession of freewill is useless until it is recognized and applied

• beings with freewill can be coerced into behaving as though they have none

• knowledge allows these deceived beings to regain the full use of their former freewill

"absent afternoon"

tenderest tenders

in scented sheets remember

silhouettes render

make me down a pallet on your floor

my brown handkerchief.
and sun turning me pink.

sometimes you leave, just so you can come back,
thinking sometimes you come back
just so you can leave.
that is what i think.


i am sleeping in the field, in the kitchen, in the attic.
and small wood pieces the ones that i like
keeping in my pockets.
saying "dobar dan"
drinking glasses of milk.
taking soil from the molehills it's the best kind
he says, for seedlings.
they're tryin' so hard,
i will tell them it's okay, if you just can't do it,
there'll be more aprils.


laundry lines, and head dreams
of one day being a shepherdess.

sayin' good morning, each morning
to the horse with white eyelashes.

status (dear neighbors,)

wanted you to know,

haven't hardened. haven't

fallen for lilylivered

linear living. haven't

forgotten flower

smelling. haven't ever

gotten hang of

hurrying. haven't hindered

growing save for

up. haven't ended

up. wanted you

to know.


love,
pommsy

All is dream

lveo. peace
and.
thankyou
for the buttons!

Wedding Parade

From US,
to the trees
(and everyone else).

It's Time to Save the World! (again*)

"blackbird"

he wielded his love
like an engulfed torch
in the night
a sullen winged umbrella
built for one
shielding two
between the smoke
and the sighs
a shared haven
of unspoken words
despicable
addictive
intoxicating
you

humility

Neighbors,

I was encouraged by my spirit to have more humility. I don't think of myself as a prideful person. But sometimes the hope of recognition overcomes my thought life, which is dangerous. Moreover, humility is often the cure for that monstrous, masochistic self-criticism that mires us when we aren't living up to our own expectations.

Humility is a clear knowledge of who you are, what you are capable of doing, what you are supposed to do.

So, approach your art with humility today. If necessary, bow to your easel, your drafting table, your notebook, your instruments, your stage. Acknowledge that you—with all your spirit, your skills, your talent—are only one link in an infinite chain, strung from the beginning of the universe to this: your painting, your poem, your song.

Okay.

Stylized Nature With A Broken Lens

Some photos I took back on Valentine's Day

Transcend

just when the
caterpillar
thought the
world was over,
it became
a butterfly.

~proverb

i was on my way to jericho.