CONFRONT THE FUTURE

DAILY LOG

This is a diary following Travers camp 3. Notes, thoughts, happenings, conversations and wonders will be shared daily at 10 pm.

Day ten, the final log

My dear friend

So as the camp has come to its end, I want to recap…

I started with  questioning and hoping, and looking for new and maybe quick answers. New ways to reflect upon the world’s situation, but found myself tired and frustrated by the systematized and structural need to close and control and push answers forward.

I don’t feel Travers is a place for conclusion, but more a place for opening, expanding, developing and creating new stories in ways you actually didn’t know you were longing for…

I can’t shake the feeling I had when  Ida Dahlsgaard Nicolaisen, from the Extinction Rebellion, asked us: What are you willing to sacrifice?

I find myself compelled to ask questions and privileged not to answer them… I think we need to confront ourselves and be willing to stand in the discomfort of feeling guilty, but maybe instead of asking and blaming we could start by asking what we’re gaining and not what we’re losing…?

I would like to end this with a poem by Cuqui Jerez:

 

To exist

To be

To exist and to be

To be and to breath

To breath and to move

To move and to perceive

To perceive and to look

To look and to observe

To observe and to watch

To watch and to think

To think and to learn

To learn and to codify

To codify and to communicate

To communicate and to talk

To talk and to read

To read and to reflect

To reflect and to question

To question and to explore

To explore and to experiment

To experiment and to discover

To discover and to find beauty

To find beauty and to be excited

To be excited and to desire

To desire and to want

To want and to get

To get and to want more

To want more and to get 

To get and to be satisfied

To be satisfied and to like it

To like it and to want more

To want more and to get

To get and to be satisfied

To be satisfied and to like it

To like it and to want more

To want more and to not get

To not get and to be unsatisfied

To be unsatisfied and to not like it

To not like it and to get anxious

To get anxious and to be depressed

To be depressed and to be sad

To be sad and to cry

To cry and to cry

To cry and to cry

To cry and to cry

To cry and to be exhausted

To be exhausted and to fall asleep

To fall asleep and to dream

To dream and to scape

To escape and to fly

To fly and to fall down

To fall down and to shout

To shout and to wake up

To wake up and to be hungry

 

To be hungry and to plant potatoes

To plant potatoes and to wait

To wait and to wait

To wait and to wait

To wait and to wait

To wait and to wait

To wait and to recollect

To recollect and to cook

To cook and to eat

To eat and to digest

To digest and to shit

To shit and to be hungry

To be hungry and to cook

To cook and to eat

To eat and to digest

To digest and to shit

To shit and to be hungry

To be hungry and to cook

To cook and to eat

To eat and to grow

To grow and to eat

To eat and to grow

To grow and to eat

To eat and to grow

To grow and to get bigger

To get bigger and to change

To change and to develop

To develop and to transform

To transform and to mutate

To mutate and to become

To become and to identify

To identify and to shout

To shout and to protest

To protest and to fight

To fight and to win

To win and to celebrate

To celebrate and to be attacked

To be attacked and to fight

To fight and to fight

To fight and to fight

To fight and to loose

To lose and to fight

To fight and to fight

To fight and to be exhausted

To be exhausted and to fall asleep

To fall asleep and to dream

To dream and to escape

To escape and to fly

To fly and to fall down

To fall down and to shout

To shout and to wake up

 

To wake up and to observe

To observe and to wait

To wait and to observe

To observe and to wait

To wait and to get an idea

To get an idea and to pack

To pack and to leave

To leave and go far

To go far and to abandon

To abandon and to walk

To walk and to run

To run and to travel

To travel and to explore

To explore and to unlearn

To unlearn and to change

To change and to get emancipated 

To get emancipated and to arrive somewhere

To arrive somewhere and to swim

To swim and to laugh

To laugh and to feel free

To feel free and to create

To create and to feel free

To feel free and to not give a shit

To not give a shit and to feel free

To feel free and to create

To create and to find the useless useful

To find the useless useful and to find the useful useless

To find the useful useless and to create

To create and to feel free

To feel free and to open a new space

To open a new space and to meet somebody

To meet somebody and to share

To share and to discuss

To discuss and to learn together

To learn together and to party

To party and to dance

To dance and to fall in love

To fall in love and to desire

To desire and to be eroticed

To be eroticised and to seduce

To seduce and to be seduced

To be seduced and to be desired

To be desired and to get close

To get close and to kiss

To kiss and to touch

To touch and to be touched

To be touched and to be kissed

To be kissed and to have sex

To have sex and to get pleasure

To get pleasure and to give pleasure

To give pleasure and to get

To get and to give

To give and to get

To get and to give

To give and to love

To love and to be loved

To be loved and to be fascinated

To be fascinated and to enjoy

To enjoy and to enjoy

To enjoy and to enjoy

To enjoy and to enjoy

To enjoy and to enjoy

To enjoy and to enjoy

To enjoy less and to enjoy less

To enjoy less and to enjoy less

To enjoy less and to enjoy less

To enjoy less and to be abandoned

To be abandoned and to miss

To miss and to suffer

To suffer and to feel pain

To feel pain and to get drunk

To get drunk and to fall asleep

To fall asleep and to dream

To dream and to scape

To escape and to fly

To fly and to fall down

To fall down and to shout

To shout and to wake up

 

To wake up and to have a headache

To have a headache and to take Paracetamol

To take Paracetamol and to have stomach ache

To have stomach ache and to take tulsi tea

To take tulsi tea and to feel better

To feel better and to take more tulsi tea

To take more tulsi tea and to feel good

To feel good and to start something

To start something and to plan

To plan and to organise

To organise and to structure

To structure and to construct

To construct and to build

To build and to rethink

To rethink and to deconstruct

To deconstruct and to construct

To construct and to deconstruct

To deconstruct and to construct

To construct and to deconstruct

To deconstruct and to try to escape language

To try to escape language and to fail

To fail trying to escape language and to explore its limits

To explore its limits and to contemplate

To contemplate 

To contemplate

To contemplate 

To contemplate

To contemplate colour

To contemplate texture

To contemplate light

To contemplate bodies

To contemplate movement

To contemplate space

To contemplate 

To contemplate

To contemplate and to simplify

To simplify and to contemplate

To contemplate and to simplify

To simplify and to contemplate

To contemplate and to listen to your breath

To listen to your breath and to remember

To remember and to listen to your breath

To listen to your breath and to remember

To remember and to breathe

To breathe

To breathe

To breathe

To breathe

To breathe

To breathe

To stop breathing

 

To stop breathing and to not be

To not be and to disappear

To disappear and to not exist

To not exist and to escape language

 

So, my dear friend. Be brave enough to be breakable, fearless enough to be featherly and compassionate enough to confront the future.

Talk to you soon. Love Trine

Ps. thank you for the pictures, the world does really suits you…

 

Day nine

Dear friend.

So, Eva Meyer-Keller and Aljoscha Begrich hosted the Daily Friction. They started with the question: What is occupying you at the moment? To include you I want to share some fragments of it with you. Here goes:

 Body budget 

What is it to feel life

The brain is for hunting

Not to grasp things

Metaphors

Senses are not a window to the world

The brain can’t go to a place it has never been before

Do you only see what you already know? 

The past is in the present

Encounter- Bridges- Open- Up

When in defense, you can’t be curios 

Time is running out

Learning to trust one another in the conversation

Trust is needed for collaboration

Perception

Trust is needed when listening

Complexity

Try to engage with complexity

Respect  not knowing

Humility 

How do we establish trust with an audience?

Time and action 

Create a space for reaction 

Trust the process before 

Responsible for the encounter 

I trust you

 

My dearest friend, is there hope for trusting? Be brave until we talk again.

Love Trine

 

Day eight

Dear friend.

The other morning Aljosha Bergich, Jo Preusler and Stefan Reuter hosted the Daily view. The previous mornings the Daily Views have had a devot note but  this one was different. It was nice the way the energy shifted and because it’s the thing we all share in the morning, it is, if not a way to set the tone for the the day, something to take with us and get inspired by… and it made me wonder about how we absorb the things and the people we meet, and what we choose to get inspired by, if we do have a choice when it comes to inspiration?

Can you please turn around and have a look at me? And Jo, can you please go away. 

(Jo was standing in front of a big blue trash can, one of those you can find round grocery stores, and he wanted to talk about the trash can. I don’t think Stefan had ever seen one before, so…)

I’m wondering what this blue monument is about. It looks a bit, a bit like an arrow pointing to the sky, a strange arrow, and it has got this strange handle like it was a bag for maybe a giant or something… And it’s got a few inscriptions, some are written in handstyle and some are written in typography, ehm “Marius Pedersen”. Do you know him? Maybe this is his telephone number? I’m not sure what this code is good for… 

Miro 20. And in kurdish it means prince… And this is written from top to bottom…P-O-S-E-R. Poser, and we know this word from english and it means someone who likes to show off or a komposer… So a danish word I guess also means poser, like bags… poser, poser… this is also danish… There is this tunnel and I don’t know what it is good for, you can look through it and on the surface of this tunnel, it’s a mini war. Someone has written something and then somebody else crossed it and written his or her word over it. I can’t read the first word I can only see that somebody wrote something, but I can read this and it’s also danish and again it says VAFLER and that’s waffles and I still don’t know what it all means together but maybe we will find out and maybe we can phone Marius and…

Maybe there’s hope in laughter? Be brave to laugh, friend.

Love Trine

 

Day seven

Dear friend.

I’m curious about the need for answering questions. It almost feels like the value of a question depends on whether or not you have a reply beforehand. Like if you can’t answer it, the question will be less interesting, or it will be overruled by the questions you do have an answer for. If you can’t see the target or the future or the purpose then why even bother? Is it more desirable to assume or have a kind of answer, than not to know, not to wish for a closure or conclusion? Is it okay to feel stimulated and excited by the thoughts and sensations the questions evoke and feel dehydrated and trapped by the answers? Is it possible to ask questions only for the purpose of wandering  along the path of questioning and perhaps the inspiration it will bring? The feeling of expanding…

On these thoughts I wanted to share some questions with you which the participants have written for the Catalogue Wall. I would invite you to read them, and absorb, enlarge and stretch them… in any way you please… but no answers or conclusions, please…

 

What if we stopped punishing the poor?

What if we could control the weather?

What if we could choose who we were?

What if I would try to understand my mother?

What if we could think of different types of desire unsatisfied by neoliberalism?

What if the main material on this planet was not concrete, but fungus?

What if I could trust my body more than my mind?

What if we could unlearn everything that we’ve learned?

What If I could dare to get close to someone?

What if instead of traffic there was birdsong?

What if we started asking better questions?

What if our end is something else’s beginning?

What if a school subject could be happiness?

What if history could be told by the losers and not the winners? – Or only in the form of dream diaries?

What if the story is not a story until it changes?

What if we become dust?

What if we like being dust?

What if we could be intimate with the invisible?

 

Until we talk again. Be brave…

Love Trine

 

Day six

Dear friend.

The other morning Margrét Bjarnadóttir hosted the Daily View when suddenly a big beautiful sailboat entered the view and literally took her words away, so the view this morning was held in silence.

After the silent Daily View Lukas Lund shared the Daily Task which was also on the topic of silence. Just to inform you, Lukas Lund and Rikke Lund Heinsen are in charge of the Catalogue, which is a sort of heritage for this year’s Travers camp. Part of the catalogue is to invite the participants to contribute, and in this way, be a part of the testament of Travers, for example through the Daily Task.

Lukas and I talked about how to document silence. Silence can never really be in its full capacity, so what is silence? Is it always subjective…? You can invite others to share a space of fictive silence with you, as Margrét did this morning, well aware of the ongoing noise. But still, silence must be in the absence of what was or will be.

So, how would you document silence? And does everything need to be documented before it has any value? But if you don’t document it, how would you know of its value or substance? From your own subjektiv sence or memory…? I actually wanted to share a blank side with you, but maybe I’m not that brave….

The interesting thing is also this simultaneous thing happening at Travers, a kind of paralel need or preoccupation, happening with the participants and hosts… Today it seemed to be silence. 

Is silence a place for hope and or maybe change?

Until we talk again. Be Brave.

Love Trine

 

Day Five 

Dear friend.

This morning Lilibeth Cuenca Rasmussen did the Daily view and I wanted to share that with you. No comments today. Just for you to enjoy and reflect on. She read from Yoko Ono’s book Grapefruit. Hope you like it. Here it goes:

 

A painting to see the sky 3

See the sky between a woman’s thighs.

See the sky between your own belongings.

See the sky through your belongings.

by making holes in them.

 

Cloud piece

Imagine the clouds dripping.

Dig a hole in your garden to put them in.

 

Mirror piece

Instead of obtaining a mirror, 

obtain a person. 

Look into him. 

Use different people. 

Old, young, fat, small, etc.

 

Smoke piece

Smoke everything you can. 

Including your pubic hair. 

 

Mask Piece

Wear a blank mask. 

Ask people to put in wrinkles, dimples, eyes, mouth, etc., as you go.

 

Closet piece 3

Kill all the men you have slept with. 

Put the bones in a box and send it put into

the sea with flowers. 

 

Until we talk again. Be brave, dearest friend.

Love Trine

 

Day eight

Dear friend.

The other morning Aljosha Bergich, Jo Preusler and Stefan Reuter hosted the Daily view. The previous mornings the Daily Views have had a devot note but  this one was different. It was nice the way the energy shifted and because it’s the thing we all share in the morning, it is, if not a way to set the tone for the the day, something to take with us and get inspired by… and it made me wonder about how we absorb the things and the people we meet, and what we choose to get inspired by, if we do have a choice when it comes to inspiration?

Can you please turn around and have a look at me? And Jo, can you please go away. 

(Jo was standing in front of a big blue trash can, one of those you can find round grocery stores, and he wanted to talk about the trash can. I don’t think Stefan had ever seen one before, so…)

I’m wondering what this blue monument is about. It looks a bit, a bit like an arrow pointing to the sky, a strange arrow, and it has got this strange handle like it was a bag for maybe a giant or something… And it’s got a few inscriptions, some are written in handstyle and some are written in typography, ehm “Marius Pedersen”. Do you know him? Maybe this is his telephone number? I’m not sure what this code is good for… 

Miro 20. And in kurdish it means prince… And this is written from top to bottom…P-O-S-E-R. Poser, and we know this word from english and it means someone who likes to show off or a komposer… So a danish word I guess also means poser, like bags… poser, poser… this is also danish… There is this tunnel and I don’t know what it is good for, you can look through it and on the surface of this tunnel, it’s a mini war. Someone has written something and then somebody else crossed it and written his or her word over it. I can’t read the first word I can only see that somebody wrote something, but I can read this and it’s also danish and again it says VAFLER and that’s waffles and I still don’t know what it all means together but maybe we will find out and maybe we can phone Marius and…

Maybe there’s hope in laughter? Be brave to laugh, friend.

Love Trine

 

Day seven

Dear friend.

I’m curious about the need for answering questions. It almost feels like the value of a question depends on whether or not you have a reply beforehand. Like if you can’t answer it, the question will be less interesting, or it will be overruled by the questions you do have an answer for. If you can’t see the target or the future or the purpose then why even bother? Is it more desirable to assume or have a kind of answer, than not to know, not to wish for a closure or conclusion? Is it okay to feel stimulated and excited by the thoughts and sensations the questions evoke and feel dehydrated and trapped by the answers? Is it possible to ask questions only for the purpose of wandering  along the path of questioning and perhaps the inspiration it will bring? The feeling of expanding…

On these thoughts I wanted to share some questions with you which the participants have written for the Catalogue Wall. I would invite you to read them, and absorb, enlarge and stretch them… in any way you please… but no answers or conclusions, please…

 

What if we stopped punishing the poor?

What if we could control the weather?

What if we could choose who we were?

What if I would try to understand my mother?

What if we could think of different types of desire unsatisfied by neoliberalism?

What if the main material on this planet was not concrete, but fungus?

What if I could trust my body more than my mind?

What if we could unlearn everything that we’ve learned?

What If I could dare to get close to someone?

What if instead of traffic there was birdsong?

What if we started asking better questions?

What if our end is something else’s beginning?

What if a school subject could be happiness?

What if history could be told by the losers and not the winners? – Or only in the form of dream diaries?

What if the story is not a story until it changes?

What if we become dust?

What if we like being dust?

What if we could be intimate with the invisible?

 

Until we talk again. Be brave…

Love Trine

 

Day six

Dear friend.

The other morning Margrét Bjarnadóttir hosted the Daily View when suddenly a big beautiful sailboat entered the view and literally took her words away, so the view this morning was held in silence.

After the silent Daily View Lukas Lund shared the Daily Task which was also on the topic of silence. Just to inform you, Lukas Lund and Rikke Lund Heinsen are in charge of the Catalogue, which is a sort of heritage for this year’s Travers camp. Part of the catalogue is to invite the participants to contribute, and in this way, be a part of the testament of Travers, for example through the Daily Task.

Lukas and I talked about how to document silence. Silence can never really be in its full capacity, so what is silence? Is it always subjective…? You can invite others to share a space of fictive silence with you, as Margrét did this morning, well aware of the ongoing noise. But still, silence must be in the absence of what was or will be.

So, how would you document silence? And does everything need to be documented before it has any value? But if you don’t document it, how would you know of its value or substance? From your own subjektiv sence or memory…? I actually wanted to share a blank side with you, but maybe I’m not that brave….

The interesting thing is also this simultaneous thing happening at Travers, a kind of paralel need or preoccupation, happening with the participants and hosts… Today it seemed to be silence. 

Is silence a place for hope and or maybe change?

Until we talk again. Be Brave.

Love Trine

 

Day Five 

Dear friend.

This morning Lilibeth Cuenca Rasmussen did the Daily view and I wanted to share that with you. No comments today. Just for you to enjoy and reflect on. She read from Yoko Ono’s book Grapefruit. Hope you like it. Here it goes:

 

A painting to see the sky 3

See the sky between a woman’s thighs.

See the sky between your own belongings.

See the sky through your belongings.

by making holes in them.

 

Cloud piece

Imagine the clouds dripping.

Dig a hole in your garden to put them in.

 

Mirror piece

Instead of obtaining a mirror, 

obtain a person. 

Look into him. 

Use different people. 

Old, young, fat, small, etc.

 

Smoke piece

Smoke everything you can. 

Including your pubic hair. 

 

Mask Piece

Wear a blank mask. 

Ask people to put in wrinkles, dimples, eyes, mouth, etc., as you go.

 

Closet piece 3

Kill all the men you have slept with. 

Put the bones in a box and send it put into

the sea with flowers. 

 

Until we talk again. Be brave, dearest friend.

Love Trine

 

Day eight

Dear friend.

The other morning Aljosha Bergich, Jo Preusler and Stefan Reuter hosted the Daily view. The previous mornings the Daily Views have had a devot note but  this one was different. It was nice the way the energy shifted and because it’s the thing we all share in the morning, it is, if not a way to set the tone for the the day, something to take with us and get inspired by… and it made me wonder about how we absorb the things and the people we meet, and what we choose to get inspired by, if we do have a choice when it comes to inspiration?

Can you please turn around and have a look at me? And Jo, can you please go away. 

(Jo was standing in front of a big blue trash can, one of those you can find round grocery stores, and he wanted to talk about the trash can. I don’t think Stefan had ever seen one before, so…)

I’m wondering what this blue monument is about. It looks a bit, a bit like an arrow pointing to the sky, a strange arrow, and it has got this strange handle like it was a bag for maybe a giant or something… And it’s got a few inscriptions, some are written in handstyle and some are written in typography, ehm “Marius Pedersen”. Do you know him? Maybe this is his telephone number? I’m not sure what this code is good for… 

Miro 20. And in kurdish it means prince… And this is written from top to bottom…P-O-S-E-R. Poser, and we know this word from english and it means someone who likes to show off or a komposer… So a danish word I guess also means poser, like bags… poser, poser… this is also danish… There is this tunnel and I don’t know what it is good for, you can look through it and on the surface of this tunnel, it’s a mini war. Someone has written something and then somebody else crossed it and written his or her word over it. I can’t read the first word I can only see that somebody wrote something, but I can read this and it’s also danish and again it says VAFLER and that’s waffles and I still don’t know what it all means together but maybe we will find out and maybe we can phone Marius and…

Maybe there’s hope in laughter? Be brave to laugh, friend.

Love Trine

 

Day seven

Dear friend.

I’m curious about the need for answering questions. It almost feels like the value of a question depends on whether or not you have a reply beforehand. Like if you can’t answer it, the question will be less interesting, or it will be overruled by the questions you do have an answer for. If you can’t see the target or the future or the purpose then why even bother? Is it more desirable to assume or have a kind of answer, than not to know, not to wish for a closure or conclusion? Is it okay to feel stimulated and excited by the thoughts and sensations the questions evoke and feel dehydrated and trapped by the answers? Is it possible to ask questions only for the purpose of wandering  along the path of questioning and perhaps the inspiration it will bring? The feeling of expanding…

On these thoughts I wanted to share some questions with you which the participants have written for the Catalogue Wall. I would invite you to read them, and absorb, enlarge and stretch them… in any way you please… but no answers or conclusions, please…

 

What if we stopped punishing the poor?

What if we could control the weather?

What if we could choose who we were?

What if I would try to understand my mother?

What if we could think of different types of desire unsatisfied by neoliberalism?

What if the main material on this planet was not concrete, but fungus?

What if I could trust my body more than my mind?

What if we could unlearn everything that we’ve learned?

What If I could dare to get close to someone?

What if instead of traffic there was birdsong?

What if we started asking better questions?

What if our end is something else’s beginning?

What if a school subject could be happiness?

What if history could be told by the losers and not the winners? – Or only in the form of dream diaries?

What if the story is not a story until it changes?

What if we become dust?

What if we like being dust?

What if we could be intimate with the invisible?

 

Until we talk again. Be brave…

Love Trine

 

Day six

Dear friend.

The other morning Margrét Bjarnadóttir hosted the Daily View when suddenly a big beautiful sailboat entered the view and literally took her words away, so the view this morning was held in silence.

After the silent Daily View Lukas Lund shared the Daily Task which was also on the topic of silence. Just to inform you, Lukas Lund and Rikke Lund Heinsen are in charge of the Catalogue, which is a sort of heritage for this year’s Travers camp. Part of the catalogue is to invite the participants to contribute, and in this way, be a part of the testament of Travers, for example through the Daily Task.

Lukas and I talked about how to document silence. Silence can never really be in its full capacity, so what is silence? Is it always subjective…? You can invite others to share a space of fictive silence with you, as Margrét did this morning, well aware of the ongoing noise. But still, silence must be in the absence of what was or will be.

So, how would you document silence? And does everything need to be documented before it has any value? But if you don’t document it, how would you know of its value or substance? From your own subjektiv sence or memory…? I actually wanted to share a blank side with you, but maybe I’m not that brave….

The interesting thing is also this simultaneous thing happening at Travers, a kind of paralel need or preoccupation, happening with the participants and hosts… Today it seemed to be silence. 

Is silence a place for hope and or maybe change?

Until we talk again. Be Brave.

Love Trine

 

Day Five 

Dear friend.

This morning Lilibeth Cuenca Rasmussen did the Daily view and I wanted to share that with you. No comments today. Just for you to enjoy and reflect on. She read from Yoko Ono’s book Grapefruit. Hope you like it. Here it goes:

 

A painting to see the sky 3

See the sky between a woman’s thighs.

See the sky between your own belongings.

See the sky through your belongings.

by making holes in them.

 

Cloud piece

Imagine the clouds dripping.

Dig a hole in your garden to put them in.

 

Mirror piece

Instead of obtaining a mirror, 

obtain a person. 

Look into him. 

Use different people. 

Old, young, fat, small, etc.

 

Smoke piece

Smoke everything you can. 

Including your pubic hair. 

 

Mask Piece

Wear a blank mask. 

Ask people to put in wrinkles, dimples, eyes, mouth, etc., as you go.

 

Closet piece 3

Kill all the men you have slept with. 

Put the bones in a box and send it put into

the sea with flowers. 

 

Until we talk again. Be brave, dearest friend.

Love Trine

 

Day seven

Dear friend.

I’m curious about the need for answering questions. It almost feels like the value of a question depends on whether or not you have a reply beforehand. Like if you can’t answer it, the question will be less interesting, or it will be overruled by the questions you do have an answer for. If you can’t see the target or the future or the purpose then why even bother? Is it more desirable to assume or have a kind of answer, than not to know, not to wish for a closure or conclusion? Is it okay to feel stimulated and excited by the thoughts and sensations the questions evoke and feel dehydrated and trapped by the answers? Is it possible to ask questions only for the purpose of wandering  along the path of questioning and perhaps the inspiration it will bring? The feeling of expanding…

On these thoughts I wanted to share some questions with you which the participants have written for the Catalogue Wall. I would invite you to read them, and absorb, enlarge and stretch them… in any way you please… but no answers or conclusions, please…

 

What if we stopped punishing the poor?

What if we could control the weather?

What if we could choose who we were?

What if I would try to understand my mother?

What if we could think of different types of desire unsatisfied by neoliberalism?

What if the main material on this planet was not concrete, but fungus?

What if I could trust my body more than my mind?

What if we could unlearn everything that we’ve learned?

What If I could dare to get close to someone?

What if instead of traffic there was birdsong?

What if we started asking better questions?

What if our end is something else’s beginning?

What if a school subject could be happiness?

What if history could be told by the losers and not the winners? – Or only in the form of dream diaries?

What if the story is not a story until it changes?

What if we become dust?

What if we like being dust?

What if we could be intimate with the invisible?

 

Until we talk again. Be brave…

Love Trine

 

Day six

Dear friend.

The other morning Margrét Bjarnadóttir hosted the Daily View when suddenly a big beautiful sailboat entered the view and literally took her words away, so the view this morning was held in silence.

After the silent Daily View Lukas Lund shared the Daily Task which was also on the topic of silence. Just to inform you, Lukas Lund and Rikke Lund Heinsen are in charge of the Catalogue, which is a sort of heritage for this year’s Travers camp. Part of the catalogue is to invite the participants to contribute, and in this way, be a part of the testament of Travers, for example through the Daily Task.

Lukas and I talked about how to document silence. Silence can never really be in its full capacity, so what is silence? Is it always subjective…? You can invite others to share a space of fictive silence with you, as Margrét did this morning, well aware of the ongoing noise. But still, silence must be in the absence of what was or will be.

So, how would you document silence? And does everything need to be documented before it has any value? But if you don’t document it, how would you know of its value or substance? From your own subjektiv sence or memory…? I actually wanted to share a blank side with you, but maybe I’m not that brave….

The interesting thing is also this simultaneous thing happening at Travers, a kind of paralel need or preoccupation, happening with the participants and hosts… Today it seemed to be silence. 

Is silence a place for hope and or maybe change?

Until we talk again. Be Brave.

Love Trine

 

Day Five 

Dear friend.

This morning Lilibeth Cuenca Rasmussen did the Daily view and I wanted to share that with you. No comments today. Just for you to enjoy and reflect on. She read from Yoko Ono’s book Grapefruit. Hope you like it. Here it goes:

 

A painting to see the sky 3

See the sky between a woman’s thighs.

See the sky between your own belongings.

See the sky through your belongings.

by making holes in them.

 

Cloud piece

Imagine the clouds dripping.

Dig a hole in your garden to put them in.

 

Mirror piece

Instead of obtaining a mirror, 

obtain a person. 

Look into him. 

Use different people. 

Old, young, fat, small, etc.

 

Smoke piece

Smoke everything you can. 

Including your pubic hair. 

 

Mask Piece

Wear a blank mask. 

Ask people to put in wrinkles, dimples, eyes, mouth, etc., as you go.

 

Closet piece 3

Kill all the men you have slept with. 

Put the bones in a box and send it put into

the sea with flowers. 

 

Until we talk again. Be brave, dearest friend.

Love Trine

 

Day four

Dear friend, summer has arrived at Refshale Island. In climate and spirit.

How’s the climate from your point of view?

There is a buss of bubbling pecuriality and inspiration at TRAVERS.

There’s a big diversity between the participants. Anna Berit said that most of the applicants actually were women… Why do you think that is, friend? There’s also a diversity in age and ethnicity which is very nice.

Yesterday evening Rikke Lund Heinsen had a Productive Gap for the participants. All the participants got a notebook and a pen and a little text, a sort of manifest for the gap. I want to share a part of it with you:

To listen through writing. This is a logbook. It is an opportunity to write about, and reflect on, your stay at TRAVERS… Writing is a way to reflect and go deeper in your own understanding of your process… It requires curiosity, openness and exploration.With reflection writing you can map your thoughts, see new perspectives, get a view of your own assumptions and explore the process you are in the middle of…. Write and listen. 

We wrote on the line What if I could for about 20 minutes, afterwards we read it and picked one line for our own text and then wrote again on that line. The line I picked out was All that energy. And it made me think… What do I use all that energy for and on? Myself? The world? My closest? To relate to yesterday’s text: How do I participate with All that energy? In a way that is expected of me? Do I give it out to get something back? Do I use my energy to refill myself from others? Do I give it out for free or does it come with costs? And if so, for whom?

Can I use it sustainably for others than myself?

Until we talk again. Be brave my dearest friend.

Love Trine

 

Day three

Dear friend, a lot has happened.

We went to see Sun and Sea at CC yesterday.  An opera piece where we sat on the top looking down at the singers laying on a beach. Children playing, and people just relaxing on their vacation… so it was like you could hear their thoughts and I wanted to share the text with you:

I cried so much when I learned that the corals will be gone. And together with the great Barrier Reef the fish would go extinct. From shakes to smallest fry. I cried so much when I learned bees are massively falling from the sky…

What makes you cry my friend?

Today I overheard a conversation between Sara Topsøe-Jensen and Mariam Frandsen and they were talking about new ways to be in the industry. That we want to participate, but not always in the way it is expected. Is it possible to do it in a more sustainable way? A way where we make room for one another and for diversity? It’s not a question of withdrawal, cause there is an urge to engage, but a question of taking part in a way that’s sustainable to you.

I think it’s some of the things happening after the lock down. It stopped people in their tracks and made them think and ask themselves what they want to spend their time doing. Do I need to be busy? And for whom am I busy? Just running after ourselves afraid of missing out, missing the chance to… To do what? I don’t know any more  and I actually don’t believe in missing out any more. The thing when you need to be somewhere specific, to be someone. That is a thing that can make me cry. The feeling of being wrong. That people feel they’re wrong just for being themselves. When do you feel wrong? Scared?

We all need sustainability and I truly believe it begins with ourselves.

Here’s to hoping.

Until we talk again my friend. Be brave.

Love Trine

 

Day two

Dear friend

I wanted to share this morning’s Daily View with you. We all got a set of headphones and listened while Stefan Kaegi talked about how the things we see in our view affect our POV… I think there’s a link to yesterday’s log… not sure.. Anyhow, we were close to the water at Refshaleøen and it was a bit windy, but the sun was shining. I have transcribed parts of it for you. Hope you will enjoy it.

  • Okay. Goodmorning. Welcome to this Daily View. Don’t know what it is and Lousie also promised me she didn’t know what it is supposed to be. But let’s look at what the Daily View is.. I’m from Switzerland and we have a wide view, maybe we can narrow our view and you make a binocular with your hands, and you just go very slowly in the direction that you like in 360 degrees.

(Long silence)

  • I was on a train from Switzerland – I always enjoy that, because the landscapes passes by and the mind flots – and the train stops somewhere unexpected and the voice says, sorry we have to stop, the train is burning. There was no smoke to see but then some firemen came, and they were running outside the window, and we saw them seeing something, which was a threat— like, I don’t know how to see this threat that might be out there…  I used to work with blind people and I used to walk up with them, on the top of the building, where you could have a maximal view. Some of the people have had eyesight when they were children and therefore could use their imagination, like flashbacks. Blind people don’t have vertigo and people who don’t see get trained to touch… One of them had a map and the map was taktiled and her fingers went where my eyes would go and sometimes when I went up there with the musiciens I sometimes asked the participants to close their eyes, and the musiciens sang and…  maybe someone here could sing and we could close our eyes?

(Long silence again)

But no one wanted to. A man went up to Stefan but he didn’t sing… so there was a very long pause again and then Mariam Frandsen and some of the danish people, ended up singing the Højskole song: Se Nu Stiger Solen written by Oluf Ring. It was beautiful.

 

Behold, now the sun rises from the lap of the sea

Air and wave flare in fire, in glow

What a blissful cheer, though everything is silent

While the light lands on the coast of the world

I want to breathe the air to the fullest

Sing God a song for the bright day

Thank him that morning me is even sweeter

That the day delights me, despite sin and death

 

The talk and the song made me think about this curiosity and this wish for inclusion and being together with one another…

Dear friend, is singing a place for hope?

Until we talk again. Be brave.

Love Trine

 

Day one

I’m curious about my affect on the future. I try to be brave enough to confront myself in the present, in hopes of a better future. Or I confront my past, in the present, in hopes for a better future. Does that make sense? Cause I really hope for a better future. For you and for myself.

Dear friend

We should be talking about the future now, I know… and I want to…I think we need to… but it is so difficult when it has been so long since I’ve been together with this many people. I mean since the Covid and since the lock down… it is difficult not to talk about what is present… the fact that the world is changing… and that I so desperately hope that it is for the better… it feels like it is. Don’t you feel like it’s changing for the better…? I know a lot of people would say the opposite. If you sat in front of me you would say I’m being naive… I’m sorry… Maybe things aren’t changing for the better… but something is changing. I can feel that, and I hope you can feel it too…

Today during check-in and registration there was this lovely excitement between the participants, like it’s been months since they have been together with so many people. You would have enjoyed it.

Still there is a sadness in this new way of life… During today’s presentation of the routes, Magrét Bjarnadóttir talked about feeling lost after the lock down. That it feels like we have been in caves and now, when the world opens, the question is: where do we go from here? …Everything is new and exactly the same. This feeling of being in caves opens up an enhanced need for connecting. A need for being present, a need for including. And this need has already materialized itself this evening. My friend, I’m really curios for the next two weeks and for what will happen during the camp… and also after the camp. What will we take with us? Hopefully something we didn’t know we had lost, maybe something we had forgotten and maybe, with luck, something we didn’t know we were looking for.

Maybe it’s a place for hope… Still naive my friend?

Until we talk again. Be brave.

Love Trine