There Are No Words

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    The aim of this workshop/happening/performance/concert/reading/get-together is to explore, and if possible, deepen, the relation between philosophy and music: connections, similarities, differences, possible collaborations, ideas for such...

     

    Fork Burke's Testimonial

    There Are No Words

    To witness place
    the vineyard unfolds and instantly Nourishes - Every person
    That entered seem to step into a realm of deep appreciation -
    Expanded Meaning and Function - Ways of being Home
    Such abundance reaching out to serve community and artists is vital
    And the layers of being there made the vineyard audience itself - all performances as offerings - I had the desire to follow how a certain merging is constant and has
    No language - at first - the merging that becomes language - To have these
    Three performances rise out of that vibration created something quite wonderful
    And cohesive - Everyone who arrived experienced being nourished by all the
    energy that goes into caring for place - I know I will keep this with me - this merging of hands and land

    Deep Appreciation

    Fork Burke


    Alison Koehler's Testimonial

    Swiss summer lake
    from high
    Fork’s artemisia and
    a garden that looks down onto tree tops

    unbuckled shoes and shaved courgette salad pine feathers in vinegar sensory listing, pink dijon yellow

    feeling fleshed, delicate dragging glass-heavy bags through rain
    or lavender

    to taste the whipped butter, to take different initiative quiet allows soft fading of need, of
    the photos of radishes are the most beautiful a finale means

    eating bubbles - it was good the ones who saw dug
    it was a moment, it
    was the yellow and green crescent of glass up high forest walking, forest pause we will make glass cut-ups we will lick the

    transparency
    and one more meal
    in the secret the magic the stories of wildflowers, that’s us


    The happening started with a delicious apéro.

    Fork Burke reading poetry.

    the artists

     

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