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Wooden Heart

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Posted : January 27th, 2012 by

Hey fellow ‘Tribehousters’, my name is Arno Jordan and I´m part of an artist community in Germany called Kuenstlerkommunitaet Schloss Roehrsdorf.  We live together in a large old house that was built several centuries ago just outside one of Germany’s most beautiful cities, Dresden.


Wooden Heart…

Recently I was asked by Nico if I had anything ‘Tribehousey’ enough to post on the site and immediately a poem by Dan Smith came to my mind. The poem is called Wooden Heart and it is accompanied by a powerful video made by Arno JordanNathan Corrona of dustbrandfilms.com. The first time I heard this Poem I was captured by Dan Smith’s combination of words. They created enough images in my mind’s eye to make a full length movie in my head.

As a German growing up I was educated in a rich heritage of poetry, so I’m not too easily excited by new poems and especially some of the American poetry that I’ve read to date.  But this guy is different, he captured my heart with this poem somehow. In it he writes about brokeness, hope, shipwrecks, a grace that we need, that we have never given ourselves, about washing each other in tears of joy, and the tears of grief.

 

A wooden heart yearning for a community?

To me an important part of TribeHouse is encouraging artists to step out from the isolation and the hurts we might have received pouring out our hearts & souls before audiences who may at best have just lifted us up just high enough to realize that it´s actually quite lonely up here. Or even worse who’ve rejected us because they didn’t understand us, or perhaps worse still the self inflicted isolation we create through our comparison and competition with our fellow artists. I believe that in the DNA of the Human Soul, is a voice that cries out to be part of a family, a tribe. We have a deep need to belong together. We need a place to be able to share our hopes and dreams and also our fears and losses with more than just a computer screen in front of us that can not actually dialogue. We are bombarded with more information than our poor brains are ever able to receive. Our society has, for the first time in human history, given us the ability (and the encouragement) to live separated lives. A life of our own, a life where only I matter, I phone, I view…

Within TribeHouse there’s a desire to give voice to that ancient call from “ME” back to “WE”.

 

Speak out : we are the people, we are many, we do forgive, we do not forget each other.. expect us!

 

Try collaboration, try community, dare to do things together, for others, for the weak, the poor, the outcasts, for all the lonely people.  There is a stream of blessing that will pour out from doing things like this, we may  finally find that soul-healing love we´ve been longing for since forever and a day.



Community: the best and worse thing that you will ever experience

 

Living together in our community of 8 adults and 8 children in Germany, I´ve discovered a lot of this is true firsthand. If we allow people to come close, so close as to see each other’s ‘true self’, this may become by far the best and the worst thing that you ever experience, and often both are true at the same time.
Personally it helped me to view myself in a much healthier and more objective way, at least that’s what my lovely wife Dani said! Ok, I have to publicly confess that concerning me she has the gift of seeing the truth, something I did not want to believe in those days before moving in together with this ‘scarily lovely’ bunch of people.

The result of living in a community that surprised me the most was to experience a change from being an anxious and sorrow-driven person into somebody who finally discovered that there is nothing more delighting than the ability to enjoy and embrace every single day of my life, together with my fellow communists, come what may come, come as you are.

So finally may I heartily invite you to listen to ‘Wooden Heart’ performed by THE LISTENER (see lyrics below):

 

Arno Jordan is a music producer and sound engineer who also plays a mean electric guitar. He specializes in creating music blending some of the coolest retro analogue gear with the best of what modern technology can offer.  He works from his studio (Sacred Sounds – http://sacredsounds.de) located within the Schloss Roehrsdorf (their community house) just outside Dresden.


WOODEN HEART by Listener (sea of mist called skaidan)
We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath… We’ll need grace that we’ve never given
I’ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it’s not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will…
so I’ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts…
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison… that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and I’m awkward…always running out of fight
so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we’ll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time
because are church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

CREDITS: from Wooden Heart Poems, released 06 July 2010

 

10 Responses to Wooden Heart

  1. norm

    Arno Jordan. One of the coolest and most profound guys a person could hope to meet.

  2. Andrew Smith

    “shocking each other back to life” mmm. OK I think I’m up for it. Scary as hell though.

    Thanks for this Arno. Can you please post the whole text of the poem?

  3. Casey Delaronde

    Precious, so precious, as it resonated with my soul… I would like the text of the poem also.

  4. Nico Boesten

    Love the emotion in this article / poem. “Community…the best and worse thing that you will ever experience…” True. True. Sounds like marriage.

    • Arno Jordan

      hey Nico, you´re absolutely right. Marriage is community level one, with two people you can either agree or not. @ level 2 there is more than two people to make sure you can get outvoted ;-). Actually marriage will reach level 2 automatically when your kids reach a certain age …

  5. Teena

    I just have to say that I appreciated this whole article….so much heart and realness…our church is made of shipwrecks….from what I’ve seen thats sure the truth….lets wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief…. wow…if only… :).

  6. Jackie

    Whoa. I mean whoa. That was an unexpected blog reading break in my evening – nothing like:
    “Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
    our bones grown together inside
    our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
    our spines grown stronger in time
    because are church is made out of shipwrecks”
    to make me get up and create something. Its so visceral – makes you want to move!

  7. Robert Toovey

    wow……..you’ve been to my church…..’tis a thing of beauty.
    Thank you.

  8. Janice Clark

    The longing for personal connection in community yet the fear of vulnerability is what keeps us from connecting… encouragement to enter in regardless – wise words. Thanks Arno.


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