The Bin:
Where ideas go to die....
Song of Garbage
垃圾之歌
a punctuation mark.
The first thing altered
is a punctuation mark?!
Triangle.
Whoever dares to send without revision—drag them out and beat them.
Whoever dares to show them all to another without deletions—drag them out and beat them.
Garbage dump, garbage sorting.
Bureau of Garbage.
Waste management is always dealt with from the middle.
Garbage flows endlessly, without head or tail, no beginning, no end.
Garbage has already leapt out of the cycle, risen above time.
Flip.
Need a big shovel.
Order a big shovel.
A big shovel is added to the shopping list.
Garbage will not become “more” garbage-y.
Garbage is not a comparative.
Garbage ponders.
Garbage has been thinking for a long time.
Fine-tuning.
Short break. Small break.
Garbage’s body.
The minor gestures of garbage’s body.
Treasure: snow-white, unwritten paper.
Garbage’s memory—
equal, gentle,
without fear:
“We’ve found treasure!”
(Boom!) (champagne and confetti)
With garbage’s help she can finally return to the land she feared,
because garbage is her familiar companion.
Her steps are as fragmented as garbage.
She can, by accident and thus easily, return to the beginning of everything.
Garbage’s shadow.
Every move of garbage carries its own shadow.
Garbage never discards its shadow.
Garbage and shadow follow each other like shadows.
Garbage does not abandon, and never gives up.
Thus garbage is persistent.
Garbage is an expert in multiple viewpoints.
Garbage is a moving community.
Garbage is an all-encompassing society.
“Mm, I like that.”
Garbage lets her easily say this to herself.
For the first few steps, she will think a little longer, but she is not afraid.
Her heart expands.
She feels her heart pinned to her chest with a safety pin.
Harmonizing.
Balancing.
Panning.
Accumulating.
Her shape.
Garbage is all about sidetracks.
Garbage dives in without being submerged.
Garbage’s engagement is intimate, kind,
non-aggressive, non-threatening.
Thus it is neither coercive nor urgent.
Garbage’s decision-form:
Garbage’s decisions are unambivalent.
Garbage’s decisions are firm.
They need not be quick.
But every decision of garbage is definite and singular.
Garbage’s decisions are loyal.
Garbage is her field.
Garbage taught her the choice that does not pick,
the decision that does not decide.
Garbage taught her: choose, and gain nothing;
decide, and lose nothing.
Garbage taught her to discard, and trust she will discard more.
Giving.
Garbage heals others like this:
a threshold growing extra soft.
Garbage’s art of healing: broken seeks broken.
The broken cares for the broken.
Care of the broken.
Anyone can practice garbage’s healing art—
who is not broken?
Fragmented, dis/continuous.
She even negotiates with time.
She, garbage, and time.
“Please read my balance.”
Only this, in garbage’s safe:
a single line
of a document.
The balance of “I”.
Thus she knows:
every person’s signature
is every person’s “balance,”
the one she can recognize—
one person’s
signature.
Garbage does not hesitate; garbage is certain.
Garbage’s action.
She walks in her old documents in garbage’s way.
Garbage does not “revise,” garbage only “accommodates.”
Garbage abandons none.
Garbage knows not of credits nor origins.
Garbage is always the median.
Garbage’s waiting is garbage’s patience.
Garbage’s waiting asks nothing to happen.
Ends with (an) ending.
Garbage’s ending is:
not a single word may be changed again.
Everything is in place
for just one second.
And that
Is
Enough
Kinship of the hand and the eye.
Unbreakable beauty.
Undeniable appropriateness.
Garbage teaches her how not to change.
Garbage’s comedy: “prolific,” “high-yield.”
Garbage is a momentum
that reads the same sentence over and over
Not to change
Or find a way to change
But to observe
Garbage’s abandonment and adjustment.
Giving a public speech while keeping an internal dialogue.
Garbage are experts in varieties of gaps.
Breathe,
garbage says,
Breathe,
as breathing is your waiting.
Attending to the details.
Details of the surface.
Garbage’s world
is the world of surfaces.
Breathe,
garbage says again,
opening its arms,
its impartial, tender arms.
In garbage’s place, you seem to finally rest.
You close the eyes you dared not shut all day
For one second.
You say, “Garbage, oh garbage, tell me,
how to return again and again to the same land.”
Garbage says,
“Closing your eyes,
you won’t know you’re there.
Opening them again—
maybe you’re already standing on it.”
You close your eyes
and come to a land.
People there
have a special thirst
for truth.
“This is not where I want to go,” you say.
“Maybe that’s exactly where you need to go,”
garbage’s voice calls from afar.
—“I know now why Woolf still had to die.” (you say after opening your eyes)
—“Oh?” (garbage shows curiosity)
—“Because she had a party she wanted to attend, no matter what.”
—“One that even the world can do nothing about.” (garbage adds)
“Go home,” garbage says,
“temporarily, I mean, the temporary one, go there.”
“Okay.”
You answer in an inaudible voice.
第一个改的竟然是一个标点符号。
第一个得到修改的竟然是一个标点符号。
三角形
谁想着不加修改就直接发送，都给我拖出去猛打。
谁想着不加删减就全拿给别人看，都给我拉出去猛打。
垃圾场，垃圾分类
垃圾管理局
垃圾的处理总是从中间开始的
垃圾是源源不断，没头没尾，无始无终的
垃圾早已跳出轮回，凌驾于时间之上
翻转
需要一个大铲斗
下单一个大铲斗
一个大铲斗被添加进了购物清单里
垃圾不会变得更垃圾
垃圾不是一个比较级
垃圾在思忖
垃圾在长久地进行着思考
微调
小休，break
垃圾的身体
垃圾的身体的小动作
宝藏：雪白的，未被书写的纸张
垃圾的记忆
是平等的，温柔的
没有恐惧的
“我们发现了宝藏！“
（砰！）（香槟和纸屑）
有垃圾的帮助，她终于可以回到她害怕的土地上
因为垃圾是她熟悉的伙伴
她的脚步如垃圾般零碎
她可以一不小心，因此轻而易举，回到一切的开始
垃圾的影子
垃圾的每一次移动都带着自己的影子
垃圾不会丢掉自己的影子
垃圾和自己的影子如影随形
垃圾不抛弃，不放弃
因此垃圾是锲而不舍的
垃圾是多观点的专家
垃圾是移动的社区
垃圾是包罗万象的社群
“嗯，我喜欢。“
垃圾可以让她轻而易举地对她自己说。
最初的几步，她会想久一点，但她不怕。
她的心在扩张
她觉得她的心像是用别针别在了胸口
调和
平衡
淘金
累积
她的形态
垃圾is all about sidetracks
垃圾dives in without being submerged
垃圾的engagement是亲近的、亲切的，没有侵略性的，没有威胁的
因此它是不强迫、不急迫的。
垃圾的决策形态
垃圾的决定是不模棱两可的
垃圾的决定是坚定的
垃圾的决定不一定是迅速的
但垃圾的每一个决定都是必定且唯一的
垃圾的决定是忠诚的
垃圾是她的田野
垃圾教会了她，不拣选的选择，不抉择的决定
垃圾教会她，选择，但什么也没有获得；决定，但什么也没有损耗。
垃圾教会她，抛弃，并相信她还会不断地抛下更多
给予
垃圾是这样为他人疗伤的：一个逐渐变得额外柔软的门槛
垃圾医师之道：破碎找寻着破碎
破碎照护着破碎
破碎的照护
谁人都可以行垃圾医师之道，因为谁人不破碎
断断 续 续
她甚至和时间negotiate
她，垃圾，和时间
“请你阅读我的平衡“
垃圾的保险柜里只有这一份
文件
的一句
“我“的平衡
她因此知道了
每个人的signature
就是每个人的“平衡“
她得以认出的
一个人的
signature
垃圾不犹豫，垃圾是确定的。
垃圾的行动
她用垃圾的方式在她旧日的文档里行走
垃圾不“修改“，垃圾只”调整“
垃圾abandons none
垃圾knows not of credits nor origins
垃圾是始终的中值
垃圾的等待，是垃圾的耐心，垃圾的等待，不要求任何事发生
随着终止而终止
垃圾的终止是：
一个字
都不可再更改
Everything is in place
For just one second
And that
Is
Enough
Kinship of the hand and the eye
Unbreakable beauty
Undeniable appropriateness
垃圾teaches her how not to change
垃圾的喜剧：“多产“，”高产“
垃圾is a momentum
that reads the same sentence over and over
Not to change
Or find a way to change
But to observe
垃圾的抛弃和调整
Giving a public speech while keeping an internal dialogue
垃圾are experts in varieties of gaps.
Breathe
垃圾说，
Breathe
As 呼吸是你的等待
Attending to the details
Details of the surface
垃圾的世界
Is the world of surfaces
Breathe
垃圾又说
张开着它的臂弯
它一视同仁的温柔臂弯
在垃圾那里，你似乎终于休息
你合上奔波了一整天没敢闭上的双眼
一秒钟
你说，垃圾啊垃圾，告诉我，要如何反复地回到同一片土地
垃圾说，闭上眼睛，你就不会知道，你在那里，再睁开眼睛，也许，你已经站在上面了。
你闭上眼睛
来到了一片土地
那里的人
对真理
有特别的渴望
这不是我要去的地方，你说。
也许那正是你要去的地方，垃圾的声音从远处传来。
--我知道伍尔夫为什么还是非死不可了。（你再睁开眼睛后，说）
--噢？（垃圾表示好奇）
--因为她有一场聚会，无论如何，还是想要参加。
--世界都无能为力的。（垃圾补充道）
“回家吧，“垃圾说，”暂时性的，我是说，暂时的那个家，回到那里去吧。“
“好。“
你用几不可闻的声音回答道。
In the opening activity in one ACRG practice session, people formed a circle holding hands and were asked to perform a collective action at the same time without prior discussion.
One participant later described how he discovered he had become the hidden initiator, a leading decision (maker) that everyone else followed. He became aware of his initiation and how it was subtly perceived by others.
Another participant, however, said she witnessed an extremely rapid collective negotiation and the instant a collective decision was formed; she was fascinated by this non-hierarchical decision-making.
What happened in the silence?
***
And in a struggle of never knowing when to verbally insert in a group discussion,
ask also,
how does one begin(decide) to speak
Those in the room are to participate, arrange, and interact with the pieces.
The words written
Pose (as) both an instruction for the activity and a question/provocation:
Can/you/take/turns/in/silence/?
How do we exchange silence in a back-and-forth manner as we do with dialogues?
How is silence exchanging for language?
Can/How do we see “the end of our silence where others’ begin”?
Can we “speak” together in silence?
What does "conversing with silence" envision differently a dialogue. What does silence promise the space of discourse? And how can it say differently the conversation that is happening?
Which "turn"? What turns?
In silence we can take turns.
Overlapping movements and overlapping speeches
The “onset” of nonverbal initiations
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