Guardians
This entry was posted on Friday, October 24th, 2003 at 12:28 am by Stuart Davis
We join our hands around this table as we pray I squeeze my parents fingers, as if my touch will say that all around me a presence is so clear a joy that would escape this room if one of you weren't here And it is my selfish wish that our lives could be one length cause I'll forever be the child seeking comfort in your strength Mom and Dad please promise me, when your time on earth is done the guidance of your love will still surround your son So when my heart is twice as wise, I will know that you are close My guardians will be your ghosts As the family ages our companion is this fear the thought that growing older means some separation nears We dread those awful endings and fail to realize with the nature of our union, how needless are good-byes For no spirit in this circle would let another be forlorn Our vigil is eternal from the time that we are born Mom and Dad I promise you if my time is first to come you will feel the love returning from your youngest son So when your hearts are twice as full, you will know that I am close Your guardian will be my ghost Your guardian will be my ghost We join our hands around this table as we pray
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Guardians
This entry was posted on Friday, October 24th, 2003 at 12:28 am by Stuart Davis
We join our hands around this table as we pray I squeeze my parents fingers, as if my touch will say that all around me a presence is so clear a joy that would escape this room if one of you weren't here And it is my selfish wish that our lives could be one length cause I'll forever be the child seeking comfort in your strength Mom and Dad please promise me, when your time on earth is done the guidance of your love will still surround your son So when my heart is twice as wise, I will know that you are close My guardians will be your ghosts As the family ages our companion is this fear the thought that growing older means some separation nears We dread those awful endings and fail to realize with the nature of our union, how needless are good-byes For no spirit in this circle would let another be forlorn Our vigil is eternal from the time that we are born Mom and Dad I promise you if my time is first to come you will feel the love returning from your youngest son So when your hearts are twice as full, you will know that I am close Your guardian will be my ghost Your guardian will be my ghost We join our hands around this table as we pray
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Buy Bell
This entry was posted on Thursday, October 23rd, 2003 at 7:45 pm by Stuart Davis
Buy Bell
This entry was posted on Thursday, October 23rd, 2003 at 7:45 pm by Stuart Davis
Articles
This entry was posted on Friday, October 17th, 2003 at 10:28 am by Stuart Davis
Interviews
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Stuart Davis Takes On ‘Nude’ Philosophy
Iowa State Daily, Dec. 02, 1999
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He Does It All, In A Fresh Coat Of Paint
Santa Cruz Sentinel, May. 10, 2001
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Bigger Than Jesus
City Pages, Jun. 27, 2001
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Twisted Mystic
The Forum, Jan. 20, 2002
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Taking Stock In Pop
Duluth News-Tribune, Mar. 08, 2002
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Chaos Reigns Supreme
Iowa State Daily, Sep. 06, 2002
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Back From the dead: The ‘punk-monk’ returns with ‘the Late Stuart Davis’
Colorado Daily, Sep. 19, 2002
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Show Reviews
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‘Post Apocalyptic Punk Folk’ Show Has It All
Duluth News-Tribune, Nov. 26, 1999
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Converting the masses to Stuartism
Iowa State Daily, Apr. 05, 2001
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CD Reviews
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‘Apocalypse’ Connects Humans With God
Iowa State Daily, Dec. 02, 1999
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Serving Up Some New Tunes
The Free Press, Dec. 10, 1999
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Self-Titled CD Reflects Deep-Flowing Mind Of Stuart Davis
Duluth News-Tribune, Mar. 30, 2001
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Nothing in Between
This entry was posted on Tuesday, October 14th, 2003 at 10:58 am by Stuart Davis
There is nothing in between us when we sleep Every night the bliss begins to leak Nothing in between us when we laugh it's something that our head will never grasp It's seen in between There's nothing in between your joy and mine It's all a lot of nectar on the vine Joy is how my parents were entwined and there's nothing in between their lives and mine We've seen There's nowhere to hide in the open Reality Love is so wide, there isn't a boundary There is only one eye without any enemy when you've seen in between There's nothing in between our skin and light Nothing in between the wind and kite Nothing in between our lips and grace Nothing in between the tongue and taste It's seen (Refrain) There is nothing in between you and I Nothing in between blue and sky Nothing in between us and love Nothing in between wings and doves (Refrain) There is nothing in between
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Nothing in Between
This entry was posted on Tuesday, October 14th, 2003 at 10:58 am by Stuart Davis
There is nothing in between us when we sleep Every night the bliss begins to leak Nothing in between us when we laugh it's something that our head will never grasp It's seen in between There's nothing in between your joy and mine It's all a lot of nectar on the vine Joy is how my parents were entwined and there's nothing in between their lives and mine We've seen There's nowhere to hide in the open Reality Love is so wide, there isn't a boundary There is only one eye without any enemy when you've seen in between There's nothing in between our skin and light Nothing in between the wind and kite Nothing in between our lips and grace Nothing in between the tongue and taste It's seen (Refrain) There is nothing in between you and I Nothing in between blue and sky Nothing in between us and love Nothing in between wings and doves (Refrain) There is nothing in between
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Big News: The Mystery IS announces the arrival of Ara Belle Davis
This entry was posted on Sunday, October 12th, 2003 at 1:37 am by Stuart Davis
Big News: The Mystery IS announces the arrival of Ara Belle Davis (pronounced Ahr-ah), born September 15th, 3:05pm in Boulder, Colorado. 3 pounds, 3 ounces. Mother Marci Davis delivered Ara after 24 hours of labor, with no drugs and no sleep. Marci’s meditation and yoga practices went volcanic at about 6am on the 15th, opening the invisible heart at the Point of all Places, and spraying subtle-causal lava throughout the seen and unseen Kosmos. If you think that’s a metaphor, then stop thinking, because I was there, and her radiation burned lifetimes off my Story. Marci became the greatest Dharma talk I’ve ever heard, and it had no words. She shifted and re-formed her body, making deep belly sounds from the eye of that moment right before pain and euphoria divide, writhing slowly until a bloody, shaking perfection peeked out and opened her two pearl-black eyes right at me, the father.
And that is why we had to cancel all those shows, friends. Ara was born over two months early. In fact, I was scheduled to go on the road, complete the entire CD release tour, come home, and still have three weeks to spare before her birth. But she showed up nine weeks ahead of schedule. Marci’s water just broke without warning, we went into the hospital and just waited, and we all hoped she wouldn’t go into labor, but then she did, and suddenly Ara was here. The day after her birth, Ara was transferred to Boulder Community Hospital Foothills, a brand-new hospital which literally opened its doors for patients the very day we were moved there. It also happens to be the best center in the country for our situation, it’s a history-making hospital and Ara is literally one of the first five babies ever treated here. The most kick ass thing about BCHF is the way they treat premies here. The room Marci and I live in is attached to Ara’s room. There is a door between the two, and we can go in and be with her any time we want, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. That may seem like a simple thing, but would you believe it’s absolutely unheard of? This is the first hospital of its kind. This is utterly shocking in a way, after you’ve been here for five minutes you can’t imagine how or why a hospital would do it any other way. Before we transferred here, Ara was in the intensive care nursery at Boulder Community Hospital, which is also a great hospital with an amazing staff, but there she was in a room far away from ours, we had to walk over to see her, and there were many other babies and staff in the room, and it was crowded and loud. Here, Ara has her own private room attached to ours, and the only people allowed to see her are Marci and me and the doctors and nurses who care for her. But even they leave her alone unless they’re working with her, since Ara is supposed to still be in the womb, they do their best to simulate the environment most supportive of her development (quiet, warm, softly lit). The hospital is also incredibly beautiful, Marci and I feel like we’re staying at the Hilton not a medical building. Our room is huge, with a view of the mountain and furnished with the best of everything.
Ara is probably going to be here for a long time, and that means so will we. We’ve literally moved in here, and they tell us to expect her to be in this ward until her actual due date, which was November 21st. So, you can see why we had to suddenly cancel the CD release tour. Funny, cuz the new CD is all about Ara and Marci, and the feminine divine. These Dakinis are a kaleidoscope water slide, and all I can tell you is if you’re lucky enough to work with them, kiss your ass goodbye.
We have rescheduled a lot of the CD release tour now, I’ll hit the road again once Ara has stabilized. She’s incredibly strong, virtually every doctor and nurse that has worked with her comments on how vigorous and firey she is. She pulls the tubes out of her throat, rips the oxygen off her face, kicks, punches, screams, and has an amazingly strong body for any baby, not just a premie. She’s brilliant and powerful, just like her mom, and we know she’s going to be a very healthy, happy human.
Marci and I want to sincerely thank each of you who sent supportive words and thoughts our way for this scary and difficult time. There is still a lot of work ahead to get Ara’s body, mind, spirit running smoothly , but we are assured and reinforced by the love from Ara’s thousands of friends in the Mystery who welcome her so fully to the family. Ara has no opposite~
stuart davis, boulder, september 17th 2003
Mulholland Drive
This entry was posted on Friday, October 3rd, 2003 at 7:39 pm by Stuart Davis
Directed by: David Lynch
Starring: Naomi Watts, Ann Miller, Laura Harring, Dan Hedaya, Justin Theroux, Brent Briscoe, Robert Forster, Katharine Towne, Lee Grant
Ratings:
Gross~ Perfect 3 out of 3 (Genius)
Subtle~ Perfect 6 out of 6 (Genius)
Causal~ Perfect 9 out of 9 (Genius)
Review: The whole film takes place in the Bardo.
Mulholland Drive
This entry was posted on Friday, October 3rd, 2003 at 7:39 pm by Stuart Davis
Directed by: David Lynch
Starring: Naomi Watts, Ann Miller, Laura Harring, Dan Hedaya, Justin Theroux, Brent Briscoe, Robert Forster, Katharine Towne, Lee Grant
Ratings:
Gross~ Perfect 3 out of 3 (Genius)
Subtle~ Perfect 6 out of 6 (Genius)
Causal~ Perfect 9 out of 9 (Genius)
Review:
This is a profoundly significant movie. The entire film is one moment as it occurs in the Bardo, and what we view is the history and karma of one soul burned away by radiating agents as it is ‘dunked’ in between lives. The purification is conducted through the identity (seemingly) being fractured / parsed into different characters which are then experienced as “others”, and through their dramatic inter-action the necessary spiritual cleansing is achieved. However, as the figures are aspects of one self, compound parts of a whole, the film is not only an expert portrayal of the enigmatic process of transfiguration, but a brilliant metaphor for what the Absolute experiences in the moment-to-moment unfolding of all phenomena, AKA: the Universe. The irony is, since film is a medium which requires sequence, the director must stretch out what is actually an instant (or an atemporal ‘event’) to make the work accommodate human faculties. The result- Mulholland Drive- is an almost unparalleled achievement in cinema, and required viewing for any dedicated practioner. Beyond being one of the great mandalas of the 20th century, Mulholland is a sobering reminder that without serious, lifelong meditation practice our soul will just pass out at death, forfeiting our usefulness to all beings / caving on our vow to Love.
