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
