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My work is rigorously non-institutional aside from the fact that the varieties of South, Southeast and Far East Asian ascetic arts customs it investigates are deeply institutional of themselves. To the best of my knowledge, my findings &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/QZkDjs0Lvj4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5207983897869431860/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=5207983897869431860&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/5207983897869431860?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/5207983897869431860?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/QZkDjs0Lvj4/my-main-area-focus-may-be-cautiously.html" title="Proviso" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-main-area-focus-may-be-cautiously.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENQX88fip7ImA9WhdaF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-1546199689439513456</id><published>2011-09-04T20:45:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:08:10.176+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-28T15:08:10.176+08:00</app:edited><title>Independent Ascetic Arts Research</title><summary type="html">I resent being drawn into affiliation with any ideology or dogma trend and the pressing concerns for ascendancy, contrived legitimacy and genealogical purity that typically attend such pointless enterprise. This largely explains why I train my sights on independent ascetic arts research. Compared to ideology, art is understood as a milieu accessible to abstract tendency—and there the "school" of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/eNY1hRnJGzM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/1546199689439513456/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=1546199689439513456&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/1546199689439513456?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/1546199689439513456?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/eNY1hRnJGzM/school-of-ascetic-arts-research.html" title="Independent Ascetic Arts Research" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Kottikkulam - Arattu Kadavu Rd, Kerala, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.42571157528086 75.01105725823436</georss:point><georss:box>12.42474257528086 75.00982325823436 12.426680575280859 75.01229125823436</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2011/09/school-of-ascetic-arts-research.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEDQn0_cSp7ImA9WhdTEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-3904677810727758984</id><published>2011-07-07T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T19:37:53.349+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-07T19:37:53.349+08:00</app:edited><title>Hauschka - Morgenrot</title><summary type="html">
Hauschka - Morgenrot from Jeff Desom on Vimeo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/6i-u_8iopAo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3904677810727758984/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=3904677810727758984&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/3904677810727758984?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/3904677810727758984?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/6i-u_8iopAo/hauschka-morgenrot-from-jeff-desom-on_14.html" title="Hauschka - Morgenrot" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/06/hauschka-morgenrot-from-jeff-desom-on_14.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYNQXk7eyp7ImA9WhdXF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-8152268696394538215</id><published>2011-04-19T11:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:09:50.703+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-31T11:09:50.703+08:00</app:edited><title>Evolution and the Birth of Yoga</title><summary type="html">Lawrence Durrell somewhere wrote, "When early man stopped walking on his knuckles, yoga came into existence." He was using evolution as a metaphor, I think. But then, human evolution may itself be viewed as little more than a poetic metaphor.

What (instrumentally) is the human being as a species? An earlier, perhaps related species was Homo erectus, "the man who stood up." But present man refers&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/ZKLeu0osJyk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/8152268696394538215/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=8152268696394538215&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/8152268696394538215?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/8152268696394538215?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/ZKLeu0osJyk/evolution-and-birth-of-yoga.html" title="Evolution and the Birth of Yoga" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2011/04/evolution-and-birth-of-yoga.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYCSHo9cSp7ImA9WhdTEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-4260113514254209776</id><published>2011-03-19T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T19:29:29.469+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-07T19:29:29.469+08:00</app:edited><title>Tohoku spring 2011</title><summary type="html">hushed recitation in the grimy footfall 
in plaintive march with the vanishing spirits 
gliding through the gapes of an interfaciality 
elapsing in a crumbling facade and veneer 
of a series of obliterated Japanese townscapes. 

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/HDlrUkMboaQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4260113514254209776/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=4260113514254209776&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/4260113514254209776?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/4260113514254209776?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/HDlrUkMboaQ/tohoku-spring.html" title="Tohoku spring 2011" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2011/03/tohoku-spring.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMER346fCp7ImA9Wx9bFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-7066122281719642229</id><published>2011-02-23T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:06:46.014+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-23T16:06:46.014+08:00</app:edited><title>The fetishism of human choice</title><summary type="html">The fetishism of human choice is the methodological impasse of a paradox. 
This reaches no one further than the standard, the norm, which is more or less nowhere (new).

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/-lrZMwtmMzc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7066122281719642229/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=7066122281719642229&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/7066122281719642229?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/7066122281719642229?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/-lrZMwtmMzc/fetishism-of-human-choice.html" title="The fetishism of human choice" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2011/02/fetishism-of-human-choice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUDSXo5eip7ImA9Wx9UGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-3353101184625978294</id><published>2011-02-16T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:07:58.422+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-16T17:07:58.422+08:00</app:edited><title>The Evolution Metaphor &amp; the Origin of Yoga</title><summary type="html">Yoga is presumed to be of Indian birth, but this is not altogether certain. It is, nonetheless, a very ancient practice. I prefer the idea that yoga was born precisely at the time that the human being was born...


See Introduction, http://sritantra.co.uk/intro/intro.htm

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The time will come when they will sell you even the rain.

The rain I am in
is not like the rain of cities
rain fills the woods
rain on the roof
steady drumming

The talk of the rain
all day long over the ridges
the talk of the water courses
speech pouring down selling nothing

Festival of rain

there are always a few people
who are in the woods at night
in the rain
(because if there &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/NR-IAQHxvag" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5621387251864808926/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=5621387251864808926&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/5621387251864808926?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/5621387251864808926?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/NR-IAQHxvag/found-poem-santidhammo-bhikku.html" title="Found Poem/ Santidhammo Bhikku" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2011/02/found-poem-santidhammo-bhikku.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENRHc7eip7ImA9WhZQFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-4689746558958934785</id><published>2011-02-02T15:48:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:21:35.902+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-22T23:21:35.902+08:00</app:edited><title>Japanese skinship, food and communion with kami</title><summary type="html">I have very strong dietary, emotional and other "skinship" (Japanese sukinshippu) bonds with Japanese culture. My mother died when I was still more or less a child. Afterwards I began to live with a Japanese American family in Diamond Bar, California. So my second mother was Japanese. That's where it started. Focusing on food, I suppose in ancient agrarian times the Japanese were essentially &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/ur1HWR5xf6Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4689746558958934785/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=4689746558958934785&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/4689746558958934785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/4689746558958934785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/ur1HWR5xf6Q/skinship-bonds-and-japanese-food.html" title="Japanese skinship, food and communion with kami" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2011/02/skinship-bonds-and-japanese-food.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04NQXk_eip7ImA9WhdUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-2695058447312088535</id><published>2011-01-20T16:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:19:50.742+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T13:19:50.742+08:00</app:edited><title>Notes on the Era of Industrial Yoga</title><summary type="html">1. American yoga is for me hardly more than an embarrassing ad in an industrial publication. 

2. But even now in India everything has shifted to Industrial yoga's generic procedure where "the class", for example, has a life of its own and where teachers are interchangeable and students disposable commodities.

3. It's as if the industrialists had so deftly succeeded in strategically constructing&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/olOHZtUQHZo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2695058447312088535/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=2695058447312088535&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2695058447312088535?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2695058447312088535?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/olOHZtUQHZo/note-on-era-of-industrial-yoga.html" title="Notes on the Era of Industrial Yoga" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2011/01/note-on-era-of-industrial-yoga.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcNSHo8eip7ImA9WhdREkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-3056755195101358984</id><published>2011-01-15T12:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T10:28:19.472+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-02T10:28:19.472+08:00</app:edited><title>Review: Recipes for Immortality by Richard Weiss</title><summary type="html">Recipes for Immortality (Medicine, Religion and Community in South India) by Richard S. Weiss / Oxford / 2009
 
Richard Weiss' Recipes for Immortality is certainly a demanding academic work, especially for those who have never gone in for a specific study of traditional Tamil Siddha medicine. However, those fairly strong in peripheral areas should follow the discourse without much trouble and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/G4MR-o9rId8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/3056755195101358984/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=3056755195101358984&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/3056755195101358984?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/3056755195101358984?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/G4MR-o9rId8/review-recipes-for-immortality-by.html" title="Review: Recipes for Immortality by Richard Weiss" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/TTEeBoNKrMI/AAAAAAAAAh8/O2_ZHr5tZvg/s72-c/Richard%2BWeiss%2B-%2BRecipes%2Bfor%2BImmortality%2B%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2011/01/review-recipes-for-immortality-by.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04CR3g4eyp7ImA9WhdUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-4398470060724066749</id><published>2011-01-04T12:43:00.064+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:19:26.633+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T13:19:26.633+08:00</app:edited><title>The smooth generic nightmare of contemporary yoga</title><summary type="html">When I take a look around me I'm really quite startled by the radical stance that my teaching assumes in open opposition to industrial yoga's universally replicated procedural models. A careful deconstruction of contemporary yoga exposes the industry's cold pursuit of money and power. Industrial yoga is a powerful force that engineers perceptions and manipulates desires of yoga practitioners &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/WHvdIblmfK4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4398470060724066749/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=4398470060724066749&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/4398470060724066749?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/4398470060724066749?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/WHvdIblmfK4/smooth-generic-nightmare-of.html" title="The smooth generic nightmare of contemporary yoga" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2011/01/smooth-generic-nightmare-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcESHw4eSp7ImA9WhdUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-6062367541654074506</id><published>2010-12-14T14:26:00.118+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:20:09.231+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T13:20:09.231+08:00</app:edited><title>A fragmentary note on yoga branding</title><summary type="html">A fragmentary note on yoga branding, perception management, strategic communication, and the basis of style in industrial yoga 

It's considered now traditional in the contemporary context of modern postural yoga practice that the yoga teacher, school or centre marshal a gallery of brands and styles. However, why this is done is a question rarely probed.

In the meantime there's a war going on &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/w5yWzdpLMe8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/6062367541654074506/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=6062367541654074506&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6062367541654074506?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6062367541654074506?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/w5yWzdpLMe8/basis-of-style-in-yoga.html" title="A fragmentary note on yoga branding" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/basis-of-style-in-yoga.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUNQnY6eyp7ImA9Wx9WEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-9042809603684948941</id><published>2010-12-07T11:33:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T10:08:13.813+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-15T10:08:13.813+08:00</app:edited><title>Paul Facchetti has passed away</title><summary type="html">

Paul Fachetti
I was recently informed that photographer and gallery owner Paul Facchetti died on 27 November 2010. He was 98 years old.

Facchetti was the consummate mid-20 to early-21st cen global art-historical patriarch. Paul was among Rene Laubiès' earliest supporters in the 50s in Paris and his Galerie Facchetti was the first to exhibit a selection of Laubiès' work under the banner of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/bHzjn4AVQj0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/9042809603684948941/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=9042809603684948941&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/9042809603684948941?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/9042809603684948941?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/bHzjn4AVQj0/paul-facchetti-has-passed-away.html" title="Paul Facchetti has passed away" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/TP2tv7wkgiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/oGDFyLgh3n8/s72-c/paul-facchett-4239558vzxmo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2010/12/paul-facchetti-has-passed-away.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAERngycCp7ImA9Wx5bFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-2778592625645966128</id><published>2010-10-19T15:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:18:27.698+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-01T13:18:27.698+08:00</app:edited><title>Photo of Laubies</title><summary type="html">Here is an image of colonial French painter Rene Laubies (ca 1917-2006) captured at Gallery Alain Margaron, Paris in 2000.


See also 
http://www.galerieamargaron.com/index.php/news/26/60/Laubies-Rene/d,expoEnCours_detail.html&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/3WgP9ec9W2s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2778592625645966128/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=2778592625645966128&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2778592625645966128?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2778592625645966128?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/3WgP9ec9W2s/photo-of-laubies.html" title="Photo of Laubies" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/TL1DRzksESI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_xWmXGDBnaM/s72-c/RL+%C3%A0+la+galerie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-of-laubies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UASX04cSp7ImA9Wx5WEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-2233098289925308361</id><published>2010-09-15T05:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:27:28.339+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-22T23:27:28.339+08:00</app:edited><title>Nuagisme</title><summary type="html">Nuagisme (literally "cloudism") is a French art-critical term that was advanced in the 1950s by art critic Julien Alvard (1916-1974). The term nuagisme initially designated the painters René Laubies, Frédéric Benrath, René Duvillier, Fernando Lerin and Nasser Assar whose work was seen as broadly comprising a modern naturalist non-representational abstract movement that remained aloof to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/urBd21Z7oag" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/2233098289925308361/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=2233098289925308361&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2233098289925308361?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/2233098289925308361?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/urBd21Z7oag/nuagisme.html" title="Nuagisme" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2010/09/nuagisme.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMQX0-eCp7ImA9Wx5QGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-6530938678080234547</id><published>2010-06-28T14:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T07:14:40.350+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-09T07:14:40.350+08:00</app:edited><title>Pound's portrait</title><summary type="html">Laubies' portrait [of Ezra Pound] only underscores what he told me personally (ca 1989) about visiting Pound at the facility for the criminally insane in the late 50's. He remarked that Pound – having been there for about ten years – was 'not at all affected by the environment. He got on well with a supervising official and all sorts of people were able to visit him.' He characterized Pound as 'a&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/ak5Vr2fORbk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/6530938678080234547/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=6530938678080234547&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6530938678080234547?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6530938678080234547?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/ak5Vr2fORbk/pounds-portrait.html" title="Pound's portrait" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2010/06/pounds-portrait.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4AQHw7fCp7ImA9Wx5QGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-5210249180524674536</id><published>2010-06-03T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T07:19:01.204+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-09T07:19:01.204+08:00</app:edited><title>"Song" by Mang Ke (1979)</title><summary type="html">a dream maybe
understand my mood  
a lyric of me
eluded by you, ah...
countless eyes


歌  
也许是梦
猜透了我的心情
才替我来抒情 
啊，那被你欺骗着的
数不清的眼睛

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/km72ZXQsiTA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/5210249180524674536/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=5210249180524674536&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/5210249180524674536?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/5210249180524674536?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/km72ZXQsiTA/song-by-mang-ke-1979.html" title="&quot;Song&quot; by Mang Ke (1979)" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2010/06/song-by-mang-ke-1979.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEHQ388eip7ImA9WxFUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-6374486962484540628</id><published>2010-06-01T22:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:30:32.172+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-23T14:30:32.172+08:00</app:edited><title>Ezra Pound</title><summary type="html"> I do not remember ever having had any difficulties returning to visit Pound at St. Elisabeth's Asylum. I asked him whether the surroundings bothered him: "Not at all, these are the only acceptable Americans." It was a pleasant irony of fate at the time that he became both famous and celebrated. He had the Bollingen Prize and a Pound newsletter telling of his works being translated into 14 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/go9efkR4hKI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/6374486962484540628/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=6374486962484540628&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6374486962484540628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6374486962484540628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/go9efkR4hKI/ezra-pound.html" title="Ezra Pound" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2010/06/ezra-pound.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4GQn05cCp7ImA9WxFWFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-4603487218074291252</id><published>2010-05-25T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:52:03.328+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-01T22:52:03.328+08:00</app:edited><title>Laubies on Nuagiste procedure</title><summary type="html"> When a Chinese painter of the ancient high period began to paint, he first burned incense and gathered his thoughts in the calm of silence, concentrated his mind and meditated. He let life's annoyances slowly fade. His spirit free, he created space and communicated with the vital force that impels the universe. In harmony with Nature, it was She who guided his brush... This is how I meditate and&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/YaoVmn2cLlI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/4603487218074291252/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=4603487218074291252&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/4603487218074291252?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/4603487218074291252?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/YaoVmn2cLlI/laubies-on-nuagiste-procedure.html" title="Laubies on Nuagiste procedure" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2009/12/laubies-on-nuagiste-procedure.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08HQXc4fCp7ImA9WxFVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-6628678849526308557</id><published>2010-05-25T22:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:17:10.934+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-19T15:17:10.934+08:00</app:edited><title>Laubies, Aphorism No. 9</title><summary type="html">A painter who claims to paint what he wants is mistaken. The painting is imposed on us, changes its course, goes left and right, then suddenly stops. It knows when to stop. Aging painters lay it on more and more. Heavy toil does not restore grace. Chinese painters of the classical period knew when to stop. They accentuated accidents detected in nature. A poetic and musical work of art owes &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/5hshWHpRswo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/6628678849526308557/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=6628678849526308557&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6628678849526308557?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/6628678849526308557?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/5hshWHpRswo/laubies-aphorism-no-9.html" title="Laubies, Aphorism No. 9" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2008/04/laubies-aphorism-no-9.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08BSX4ycSp7ImA9WxFVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-219581690243944958</id><published>2010-05-25T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:17:38.099+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-19T15:17:38.099+08:00</app:edited><title>Laubies, Aphorism No. 8</title><summary type="html"> Pre-war abstract and geometric painting (Mondrian, Kandinsky, Circle and Square, De Stilj) has no great diffusion. It's only after 1950 that abstract painting starts to be recognized, and at the same time attacked. It is lyrical abstraction, Tachiste, informele, Nuagiste that carries. And this is why I think that abstract art is still in its infancy. It should return to nature (which is abstract&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/KTE2KV8aK4I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/219581690243944958/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=219581690243944958&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/219581690243944958?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/219581690243944958?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/KTE2KV8aK4I/laubies-aphorism-no-8.html" title="Laubies, Aphorism No. 8" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2010/01/laubies-aphorism-no-8.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4BRno_fip7ImA9WxFWFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-129863876606015510</id><published>2010-05-25T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:52:37.446+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-01T22:52:37.446+08:00</app:edited><title>Paul Facchetti</title><summary type="html"> The flair is unexplained, if not for that it would be too easy, and everyone would have some! When seeing a painting for the first time Facchetti senses what is new in it, what is personal, while the others all look at what can sell, at what it resembles. In the film that was recently dedicated to him, one sees Facchetti walking in his gallery. It's his garden: Sima, Pollock, Hundertwasser, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/MMYQ-xj-g3g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/129863876606015510/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=129863876606015510&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/129863876606015510?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/129863876606015510?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/MMYQ-xj-g3g/paul-facchetti.html" title="Paul Facchetti" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2010/03/paul-facchetti.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AFSXw-cCp7ImA9WhdaEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-7663763748400284259</id><published>2010-05-25T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T14:28:38.258+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T14:28:38.258+08:00</app:edited><title>Jean Fautrier</title><summary type="html">
Passing through "la Vallée-aux-Loups", one arrived to  Messagier's house. Fautrier had filled it with old furniture, dolls, Indian wall paper. Fautrier received sumptuously: glasses from Venice, old dishes and the ferocious machine-gunning of his contemporaries. Especially Dubuffet, César and others. There were always many writers and pretty women (at a given moment, a veritable harem: arriving &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/_1Md3Hytrwo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7663763748400284259/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=7663763748400284259&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/7663763748400284259?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/7663763748400284259?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/_1Md3Hytrwo/jean-fautrier.html" title="Jean Fautrier" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2010/03/jean-fautrier.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGQX45fSp7ImA9WxFVEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13540083.post-7952748382426232697</id><published>2010-05-04T14:54:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:48:40.025+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-10T01:48:40.025+08:00</app:edited><title>Bei Dao 北岛，"Zhu Zhu 朱朱"*</title><summary type="html"> I believe this story should walk each step on a steel wire hypothesis that you call the "Other" by chance. This genealogical gap I see between the "titled" stars and the "lowly" space they occupy may well be the spring to its understanding: this rebellious taking the "tradition" to pieces. (Bei Dao, 北岛, 1949- )

 我相信历史的每一步都走在偶然的钢丝上，而你所说的 "其他人" 也是对偶然的一种假设. 在我看来，"星星" 画会的成员 "贵族的" 家庭背景和他们的自身的 "卑贱的" &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/troyharris/~4/TYWzvn6CvWc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/feeds/7952748382426232697/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13540083&amp;postID=7952748382426232697&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/7952748382426232697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13540083/posts/default/7952748382426232697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/troyharris/~3/TYWzvn6CvWc/bei-dao-zhu-zhu.html" title="Bei Dao 北岛，&quot;Zhu Zhu 朱朱&quot;*" /><author><name>Troy Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10963299120467501469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-F3qUWgf0/SdhXvux9ubI/AAAAAAAAAaU/nxpw0xxjybg/S220/sp@5517_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bauddhamata.blogspot.com/2010/05/bei-dao-zhu-zhu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

