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What is a Mandala?

May 3, 2010

One of the richest visual objects in Tibetan Buddhism is the mandala.

A mandala is a symbolic picture of the universe. It can be a painting on a wall or scroll, created in colored sands on a table, or visualization in the mind of a very skilled adept.

The mandala represents an imaginary palace that is contemplated during meditation. Each object in the palace has significance, representing an aspect of wisdom or reminding the meditator of a guiding principle. The mandala’s purpose is to help transform ordinary minds into enlightened ones and to assist with healing.

Once the mandala is complete the monks ask for the deities’ healing blessings during a ceremony. During this ceremony the mandala is destroyed, serving as a reminder of the impermanence of life.

The colored sand from the destroyed mandala is swept up into an urn and dispersed into flowing water – a way of extending the healing powers to the whole world. It is seen as a gift to the mother earth to re-energize the environment and universe.

Tibetan monks create sand Mandela’s to demonstrate the impermanence of life. These intricate works of art take days or weeks to complete, and are then ceremonially destroyed to signify the cycle of life.


An Audience of One

April 29, 2010
By Daniel Van Olst

I am being watched by an audience of one.

A warm night breeze blows off the desert and brushes my cheek, touches my flags, as they slide past my arms, my legs, my face. The only music is from the palms murmuring in the wind, far above me as I flag, as I perform.

Even though lost in my flagging, I can feel a pair of beautiful brown eyes watching me, rapt, entranced, smiling.

Even though lost in my flagging, I know that I have rarely had an audience like this.

It had been a long day. I had been waiting for most of the day at the Palm Springs Airport, waiting to fly home to San Francisco. A takeoff delayed for just a few minutes had become an hour, then several hours, and finally a canceled flight and a re-booking onto a later flight. Day became evening, then night.

After waiting in a long line for a new seat, I looked around for a place to spin poi (flags seemed too showy for the airport), thinking it would be a good way to blow off some stress. The indoor boarding gates at the Palm Springs Airport surround a large outdoor patio with desert landscaping, and I decided that would be as good a place as any.

After about 10 minutes, a mother walked up with her small daughter, perhaps 2 years old. I recognized them from my delayed flight. Mom squatted down to watch with her daughter, who comes a bit closer. The girl’s eyes were as big as saucers, and her clothes were smeared with something, probably a result of ice cream and a long day.

I started chatting with Mom while spinning my poi.

“So, is she always like this? Does she like parades, circuses?”

“Oh, my yes!”, Mom said.

Weave, reverse weave. Pinwheel, butterfly.

“Is she scared of clowns?”, I asked.

“No… but my husband is!” she laughed.

Low turn, weave. Hip reel, pinwheel.

I stopped and bowed. The little girl clapped.

“Say ‘Thank you’,” said Mom.

“Thank you!” she said.

I looked in the girl’s eyes. They were almost mesmerizing.

“Hold on a second,” I said, “I have something better”.

I rummaged around and came up with a giant 5mm set of flags, bright blue with streaks of topaz and amethyst, and decided that what this girl thought was more important than what any other people might think.

I took a moment to check that she was still a safe distance away, and noticed that Mom was watching her daughter, and daughter was still watching me.

I unfurled my flags and launched them into the air.

I am being watched by an audience of one.

A warm night breeze blows off the runways and carries the roar of jet engines, and brushes my cheek with the smell of exhaust.

The only music is the sound of people’s footsteps hurrying by, to the gates, to the baggage claim, puzzled, indifferent.

My audience is a small girl, a tiny fraction of my age, probably on the verge of being as cranky and tired as myself after a long day. Probably few people have as little in common as her and I.

But none of this matters. Barely aware of these things, I am lost in my flagging.

Even though lost in my flagging, I can feel a pair of beautiful brown eyes watching me, rapt, entranced, smiling.

Even though lost in my flagging, I know that I have rarely had an audience like this: pure joy, pure wonder, pure spirit.


Flagging around the world: Brasil

April 27, 2010

by Andre Duarte
written for Flagger Weekend 5

The more recent origin of flagging in Brazil can be traced to the city of Belo Horizonte (Portuguese for “Beautiful Horizon”) in the Brazilian state of Minas Gerais, beginning the late 1990s. Flagging moved from the parties in Belo Horizonte to Rio de Janeiro and then later to São Paulo, Brasilia and Florianópolis.

At first, flagging was imported directly from the American parties. Later, as it has become more popular, flaggers have incorporated local cultural elements in their designs and flags including drawing inspiration from local painters and artisans.

The gay scene has grown in cities like Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo, flagging has also seen an increase in popularity and spaces where flaggers are welcome The tribe is growing, and some online flagging communities have over 800 members.

Flaggers can be found throughout the electronic music scene in Brazil. Men, women, gay and straight, there are hundreds of practitioners. As the movement grows, not everyone observes the cultural richness. With events like flagging in the park (shown here), Flag-Masters are teaching not only movement and flag making but also the essence and rituals of the
art form.

Andre Duarte is a 31-year-old electronics technician, student of social communication, and flag-master since 1999. www.andreflagger.com

Photos: The first Flagging in the Park in Belo Horizonte,
January 20, 2008. Photos courtesy of Augusto Hippert>


Flagging Glossary

April 27, 2010
Cheater
A loop of cord added to the mainstay of a fan, or at the handle of a flag, which allows the fan or flag to be spun freely without damaging the flow tool.
Depth of Glow
Refers to the dimensionality of a flag’s design. Large areas of the same color can appear flat. Dying a set of silk flags with blends and layers of color makes them appears 3-dimensional, giving good “depth of glow”.

Flag Bag
A must-have for any serious flagger. Having the guts to strap on a large bag of flags in a room full of shirtless boys shows a dedication to your art.
Flag Daddy
Honorific a flagger uses to refer to the person who introduced him to flagging, and guided him along his journey. The student grants the term to the mentor.

Flag-ghurl!
A male flagger who enjoys performing in high heels , hot shorts, and flags.
Flag Moth
A nonflagger who is drawn to the beauty of spinning silk, but unaware of the dangers of spinning weights.
Flag Poi / Silk Poi
A combination of flags and poi, offering aspects of each. Flag Poi have (poi) handles, swivels and can be spun freely in a circle. They have a silk body (small flag) to add a strong visual element. “They’re not flags, they’re not poi, they’re Flag Poi!”
Flag Zombie
An intoxicated nonflagger who has the urge to embrace and consume spinning silk. He is relentless, as his condition renders him unfeeling to the spinning weights that repeatedly strike him. Often heard to chant, “must… eat… flags!”
Flaggot
Pejorative used by a nonflagger for a flagger. Often by those who would secretly like to try spinning, but who are afraid to appear uncool in front of their friends.
Floguing
A style of flagging incorportating lots of dramatic body movements and poses. Think of a Madonna video or cheerleading squad, but with flags instead of batons or breast cones.

Frog In A Blender
A set of flags with a much more complicated design than was intended. When in motion it purees into a green gooey mess. Full of lots of yummy protein, too!
“If the flag flies sweetie”
A flagger’s version of “if the shoe fits.” The word “sweetie” can usually be substituted with a pejorative appropriate to this situation and audience.
Motion Set
A set of flags that’s beautiful as long as they’re in motion. The design and colors flow together to create a lovely visual. Blurring and backlight can be a beautiful thing.

Poiboy
Those oh-so-cute poi-spinning boys who have never picked up a set of flags but spin them like naturals. Cute and filled with infectious enthusiasm, and apparently unaware of all the oh-so-gay attention they are getting.
Roper
Someone who spins a pair of flags into twisted ropes – one of the most destructive things you can do to flags. Ropers never seem to have their own flags, and always want to borrow yours.
Wall Set
An beautiful set of flags that are absolutely awful in motion. Usually the result of a very complicated dye pattern, a wall set looks best… on a wall.
Washabee
Short for “Martha Wash Wannabe”, a nonflagger diva who takes the center of a space and refuses all requests to share. Because, of course, flaggers are there to provide a backdrop for his impromptu show.

Flagging Stories: A History

April 26, 2010

by Xavier Caylor
(with contributions by Phillip Bryan and Alan Gentry)

Originally written for Flagger Weekend 4, 2007

The first story I remember hearing on the dance floor involving spinning was the story of Rumi. He was a 13th century scholar who taught by sharing the stories he gained in his many travels. He had many followers, and one changed his life forever. Rumi took Shams, a beautiful young dervish, for his lover. Their affair was cut short when, one night, Shams disappeared, never to be seen again.

Rumi was heartbroken at the disappearance of his greatest love. With profound grief he gave up everything and went searching for Shams. One day weeks later, while traveling down a road outside of Damascus, “it” happened. He heard the striking of a blacksmith’s hammer and in it, the beat of all life. Rumi started to spin. Round and round.



No, he was not spinning flags. That comes later in the story.

He spun his body around and around. With one hand pointed to the earth and the other to the sky Rumi started channeling spirit. His students became the followers of a new religion now known as the Whirling Dervishes.

I know what you’re thinking: “This is a far cry from what we I’m doing with yards of fabric and black light under a disco ball!”

Well, it’s not that far off. Rumi connected with the beat of life and pushed his body to follow that beat. His thoughts left him and, while meditating, he healed his grief. Many religions use meditation but this one specifically uses spinning with music to find inner peace and spirit. Are you making the connection now?


Big leap, to the end of the 19th Century: Enter Loie Fuller

Where else but vacationing in Fire Island would I first learn about Loie Fuller. At the end of the 19th century, Loie worked for her supper by dancing for the East coast elite. She was a pioneer for her time, developing her famous “Serpentine Dance”, manipulating hundreds of yards of white silk.

Loie was an out lesbian, which may have been the reason she left the USA for a more appreciative audience in Paris. There she was said to be “the embodiment of Art Nouveau” as a dancer for the Follies Bergère. Loie strove to illuminate her white silk on the dark stage. She patented several types of lighting using chemical compounds for creating color gels and chemical salts to create luminescent effects on her silks. Her quest to glow in the dark even moved her to ask Madame Curie for uranium. (Madame Curie denied her request, by the way.)

Loie felt her art expressed a shared intimacy with her audience and preferred not to be filmed. Some argue that what Loie did is not quite flagging, but it was very close. Sometimes working with dowels, other times with weights, the images she worked towards propelled her towards international recognition. Loie Fuller’s legacy is taught to all beginning dance students. Today, her work is being recreated by Jody Sperling (images of Jody are easy to find and offer a glimpse into Loie).

Fan Dancing

I learned the details of Asian fan dancing through the oral history of remaining fanners in San Francisco. Korean Fan Dancing is probably the most noteworthy. Japanese Geisha’s danced with fans. In Kabuki Theater, stories such as “Sakura Sakura” were told by manipulating open and closed fans. Deadly fans with spines of sharp knives were employed by martial arts masters.

Fans have been part of many cultures. In Spain, dancers’ fans are merely two dowels connecting the ends of fabric. In the United States, fans were most notably wielded by Sally Rand, a 1930’s diva who became famous for hiding her breasts with ostrich feather fans. Though Sally was not the first to play spines, she definitely was the most famous, bringing them to the national spotlight on the stage and in movies.

There is a story of a group of gay men from San Franciscan traveling in New York City who observed another group of men (Broadway performers) playing fans at a club called 12 West. They were enthralled and decided to search for fans back home in Chinatown – effectively bringing fan dancing to the West Coast. Along the way, paper was replaced by fabric that would stand up to a hot disco.

This story exemplifies things we already know: our community takes from mainstream society and embellishes it to fabulousness. Could fan dancing have been the precursor for flag dancing?

Late Twentieth century

Who was the first person to sew curtain weights into silk flags? Who made the correlation to black lights in a club? In fact, who was the first to imitate Sally Rand or Loie Fuller? Did they wait until the 70’s? The Olympic sport of rhythmic gymnastics was established in Europe around the time of Loie Fuller; could there be some connection?

Many feel fanning and flagging was born beneath the disco balls in the 1970’s. Whether it was fan dancers whittling away at their spines and replacing them with weights, bartenders spinning their rags and wet t-shirts, or some other clever form of imitation – the truth has been lost in the shroud of secrets and competition that would define the era. The one thing agreed upon is it was born in the gay community.

In the 70’s, free expression was second only to the experience of flagging itself. There’s no doubt our clever brothers and sisters brought fan and flag dancing to gay pride marches, clubs and competitions in droves. In big city clubs like The Saint and the Trocadero the flow arts grew right along side other burgeoning gay identities.

These clubs became covens for regulars to play. Their art was passed in a way that was similar to the leather community – master to student. Secrets were kept and the communities were not inclusive. You wouldn’t dare play your wares in a club with an established group of regulars you didn’t know.

Clandestine attitudes contributed to the information gap, when the epidemic took so many artists. They died and took their stories and secrets with them. The celebration of uniqueness became disdain for our past. The arts were packed up, put away, or buried.

Re-emergence was cumbersome but eminent. Suddenly, there were large benefit parties thrown to raise funds for AIDS research. Drug therapies, frequent flier miles and the party circuit changed our embattled community’s outlook around overnight. People started traveling around the country and this new generation of naive club-goers eagerly pursued, learned, and shared the spin arts again.

Circuit parties became opportunities to see and try flagging. With only hints of the territorial divisiveness that preceded it, flagging experienced a surge in popularity. Now, a more inclusive community has grown, supporting several flag oriented workshops, troupes, parties and other events (including Flagger Weekend). There are Flagging in the Park gatherings, designated flagging spaces at major dance parties, and even professional dance companies.

Attending a circuit party in a major city was no longer the only way to access the greater flagging tribe. Websites like flaggercentral.com became true social networking communities for flow artists. Forum and discussion groups like SpinTribe encouraged lively discussions across the globe. Both shared (previously secret) knowledge about the arts of flag creation
and dancing. These and other online resources have brought together artists who would normally only get exposure to flagging from one of the “gay Meccas.”

What comes next?

Flagging has attained exposure and accessibility in many new media; the art form appears in music videos, CD and magazine covers, movies, documentaries, websites, football halftime shows, and community events. Flag dancing has also expanded into other demographics; no longer seen as an exclusively gay art form, flagging is now enjoyed and embraced by conventional society.

Now that flagging has grown into a community of artists, it has much easier accessibility and heightened visibility. Flag dancing has begun to attract the attention of dancers in other disciplines such as poi, staff, etc. Our art form has evolved to the point where we have joined the greater artistic community of Flow Artists, learning from other disciplines and sharing our art.


Meditation Flagging

April 24, 2010

by Jeff Jacka
Originally written for meditiationflags.org and reformatted for Flagger Weekend 5, 2008

Awareness

The first key to spinning flags is Awareness. Flags increase our physical sphere of influence about 10 feet. Most people are fairly conscious of their own personal space, but spinning flags increases it dramatically, so it’s important to increase our awareness of people and objects in your vicinity. The hidden weights can impact yourself and others. If you are in a crowded area, it is wise to find a less crowded place to spin, or to save the flags for later.

Letting Go

Once you’ve established a safe space to spin, close your eyes and let go. Closing your eyes and letting your flags dance to the rhythms is incredibly transformative (this is where the meditative aspect comes in). It’s not about what you look like or whether “you’re doing it right,” it’s about what it feels like! It’s amazingly freeing to let the music dance you. Loosen your whole body, shake your hips, and move around passionately.

In order to get the more complex moves, the left and right brains have to stop talking to each other and since the left and right arms are 180 degrees out of sync, you actually have to stop thinking in order to get it, a kind of spinning zazen. If you’re stuck or frustrated, remember to let go and have fun with this!

Practice

After learning how to do a figure-eight using your dominant hand, practice with your non-dominant hand. This may be challenging since most of us are not ambidextrous. Try doubling up the flags and putting them both in your weaker hand. Practice with just the weaker hand (for hours). This will grow your brain-body connections. Something else that helps is to find a mirror or window and spin in front of that. This helps bypass our analytical mind, and we become present to just the body’s movements. When you get what the moves feel like, go back to closing your eyes and letting go. It is actually harder to spin slow than fast, so slow down. Find some beautiful music and flag gracefully, or try spinning halftime (half as fast).

Frequently we’ll get tired or frustrated. Go ahead and put the flags away and come back to them later. After a few days your brain-body connections have rewired in your sleep, muscles have healed, and all of a sudden we can do things we couldn’t have imagined. Give yourself some slack. It’ll happen as long as you practice, let go, but most importantly, have fun.

Presence

If you’re upset, depressed, angry, or whatever, find some appropriate music and flag to it! Many of us have harbored anger, resentments, grudges, etc. for years. These can manifest themselves as blockages in our bodies. Acknowledging these feelings and becoming present to them is way of letting them go (put another way: what you resist, persists).

If you’re angry, get some fiery flags, put on some intense music and spin till you’re exhausted! If you’re depressed, get some dark flags, and have a pity party! It’s amazing how good you’ll feel if you just acknowledge whatever it is and be present to it (and how healthy it is for your body to let it go).

Intention & Expectations (magic)

Magic works by setting intentions, and then letting go of expectations. It sounds simple, yet it’s not easy. Spinning an intention from your heart is a powerful way of casting this intention to the Universe. Aftter casting an intention, is to let go of expectations of a particular result. You’ll be surprised how magic manifests itself when you least suspect it. Spin your intentions to the Universe, and let them go. As Rob Brezsny says, “You can have anything you want, if you just ask for it in an unselfish tone of voice”.

Law of Attraction

We attract what we’re feeling into our life. Put more succinctly, stress kills and love heals. When we’re full of love and appreciation, we attract those qualities into our lives. If we dwell on the negative, we’ll attract that kind of energy instead. Once we’ve become present to what is going on with us, we are provided a clearing for what we’d like to create in our lives. The secret is to feel what we’d like to attract into our lives. Practice spinning love, abundance, generosity and whatever else you’d like to bring into your life. You attract what you feel, so why not feel and attract good?

Appreciation

Appreciation and Gratitude are two of the biggest gifts you can give anybody. Tell someone how much they mean to you, and show them by flagging a special song for them. Let the Universe know by dancing a dance of gratitude, giving thanks for yourw lessons and “growth opportunities”. Share with others what you appreciate about them, what you appreciate about your life, and how fortunate you are to have them in it. It’ll make them, and you, feel great!


The Tie Dye Song

May 23, 2008

Sing a song of color
A bottle full of dye
Four and twenty ounces
Ready to apply

When the flags are opened
The colors start to sing
It’s more than just a set of flags
It’s magic on a wing

Rhod B can get a brilliant red
Rhod G glows golden honey
And Day-Glo is the best it’s said
For a hue that’s bright and sunny

Chartreuse is such a nice bright green
While Kelly’s an emerald hue
Pylam is a beautiful sky
And Aljo’s royal blue

Pylam’s also violet
It’s the best as everyone knows
Put all these colors side by side
For a pride that really glows



Flagger Haiku

July 2, 2006

A style of lyric poetry borrowed from the Japanese that typically presents an intense emotion or vivid image, which, traditionally, is designed to lead to a spiritual insight.

Haiku is a fixed poetic form, consisting of seventeen syllables organized into three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables.


Add the colors now

Into the silk, here I go

Watch me go deeper!

Phillip Bryan
July 2, 2006


Until the stars die

These flags, these moves, myself, now,

Are special, unique

Daniel G. Van Olst
Mon 5-24-2004


If your ties are tight

It is hard to penetrate

And you may get white

Neal and Denis
July 3, 2006


A splendid fire wheel!

Now into the dryer go.

Where has the red gone?

Ben Zimmerman
July 3, 2006


The circular motion of Angel’s Wings give me peace.

The colors and the inner flame lead me….

Like a butterfly’s motions, forever searching for Truth.

Jack Gerard
July 4, 2006


Color saturates.

Flowing as creative juice.

Yielding Art’s true form.

Pedro Diaz
July 5, 2006


White my life pre silk

Untie silk untie my life

Bright now silk and life

Mitch Bodholdt
July 5, 2006


absolutely still
while lights, music, noise surround
i dance in the calm

transcending their form
what should just be dyed fabric
beautiful magic

no use pretending
your eyes gravitate to them
mesmerized you stare

Mike Shriver
March 11, 2007


To dance, to connect

Look inside and find myself

Deep within my heart

Phillip Bryan
July 6, 2006


In All this Coolness

It is The moon watching us?

Flagging by the pool

Angel Saratiel
June 6, 2007,
Inspired by the Sunday pool party at Texas Flagger Weekend 2007