BARAKA BASHMENT

This post is just as much for me, so I can keep track of what I’m up to. But you might find something in here as well.

The magazine I work for is a quarterly mag. This means that four times a year I am swamped at work. So please do pardon the quietness on this site over the past two weeks or so. By next week I’ll be back and blogging “properly.”

This weekend I’ll be up at the Suluk Academy for the Green Hermeticism workshop. Flower essences, tinctures, alchemical infusions, and the like. Peter Lamborn Wilson, Christopher Bamford, and Kevin Townley will be the curators so to speak.

Once I get back I have a number of things to pick up working on.

1. The manuscript that a good deal of this blog will contribute to will be continually put to the test.
2. I am waiting to hear back on a book proposal I sent in on Islam manifested in the postmodern. That’s not a title and “postmodern” is a vacant phrase at this point, but that is my over-arching theme. I’m hoping to get some hybrid texts, visuals, and such in a short book. I’m editing it. If you have any ideas, float them my way.
3. There’s also this polylogue manuscript that I just can’t seem to get finished for SUBDAY Press.
4. I’m giving a reading on April 11th. Information somewhere around here.
5. I think the next post to go up will be THE NATURE OF ALLAH, UNCONDITIONAL TIME, AND THE CRIMINAL ARROGANCE OF HUMAN LAW. I think.
6. Of course there’s the never-ending development of the so-called Mystic Hermeneutic, which includes the “Negative Depth Experience,” as well as “The Severed Hand Technique.”
7. There’s that book/journal from the Encyclopedia girls that’ll have something by me in it.
8. There’s that folk project I’m working on.
9. And still Lightly Dj-ing the dub dancehall.

So you know, stuff’s happening. I will try and keep this place interesting.

Remember that Israeli contest of Jews drawing the most anti-semitic cartoons they could think of? Go here for the results. They are truly priceless.

There’s a number of places to go with this. Yes Arab are semites as well… Yes, yes. But since almost half of these ridicule the holocaust I’d say a number of points were made. Are “they” being kicked while they’re down like the Muslims supposedly were? I don’t know. Jews have had to deal with a veritable shit-storm for thousands of years, I’m just not sure who exactly IS up these days.

But really… making fun of yourself is one of the greatest pleasures!

Does anyone have any evidence of Muslims taking similar approaches in history? This isn’t a loaded question. I’m actually really curious. I haven’t done ANY research on that.

This type of post writes itself I tell you.

Vote For The Worst is a site devoted to voting in the underdog contestants on American Idol. I love this idea.

The first and last time I saw “Idols” was in 2002 in South Africa before it came to the States. Rigged I tell you!!! Hans Winkler?! Some weird-white-prep-turn-radio-Christian-rocker looking Afrikaans bloke. I mean come on!!! The country is 87% non-white. Old tricks die hard I guess. The other reason people felt that ole’ Hansy-boy won was due to the fact that you pay for every call you make in SA. There is no “local call” move. In the States we’ve also got this nice 1-800 system down, but in the SA you don’t and you had to pay every time you called, so the rich white folks called the shit out of “Idols” whereas the poorer people whose children tore it up on that stage could only afford a few calls. Meanwhile, the poster boy for the hip new Aryan Nation with college rocker attitude went home with the trophy, or whatever else they give people to throw away someday or pass onto their kids. Same difference I guess. There really is no end to the gap between rich and poor. Even Idols!!!

The privelage of American society is so matter of fact you don’t even know it when it’s happening. Who pays for the 1-800 calls? Not me so I don’t care. My guess is the money comes from the same place that turns all the garbage we throw away into fairy dust. Where ever does it go?

Anyway, speaking of more-rich-than-me white people, Baudrillard has said in reference to television: Power belongs to those who give and to whom no return can be made. I agree. So this website forces a return of the favor. A quote from the website:

The show starts out every year encouraging us to point and laugh at all of the bad singers who audition. Then, when we want this hilariously bad entertainment to continue into the finals, and we start voting for the worst, Fox calls our website “hateful” and “mean spirited”. Doesn’t it seem a tad hypocritical to say that when the show has weeks devoted to making fun of bad auditions? The producers also profited from a “Worst of American Idol” DVD set last year. How can the producers let Simon mock all of the contestants but then call us “vicious” when a campaign exists to help those very people?

Oh boy the fun that can be had. If only I had an idiot box!

Being naked or next to, often reminds me of the Qalandar. For those who don’t know, the Qalandar is the card a person pulls when Islam gets dogmatic and “literal.” Back in the day, people used to pull the Sufi Card. It was a zinger! It was clean, crisp, dutiful, and loving. When legalism revealed itself for what it was…legalism, out came the Sufi Card. It was radical in its niceness. A friendly card. A card with “adab.” Sufism was the decadent antidote to the atrophied heart of everyday boredom. Sufism was the idea that Islam was not a burden. Just maybe “Islamic Sufism” had relevance for people NOT interested in Religion ™.

Then the “white guys in shorts” showed up. (I owe this term to a professor of mine referring to a well-known experimental poet who he referred to as “still just another white guy in shorts with a palm pilot”). They were tame. They were safe. They preached to a well rehearsed choir. They LOVED the idea of the wine of the beloved’s wine-bearer’s wine and imitated the cadence and verse of “Sufi Poetry” with a taxodermists flare! Loved it! Their “love” of Rumi had a tinge of racism to it as he was pedestaled above “Muslims.” “Sufism is beyond religion,” they would say. And there’s some truth to that. But religion is beyond Religion ™ too! However, by the time the white guys in shorts had completely excavated Rumi and “Sufism” from this totalitarian “Muslim religion,” what remained was a lifeless caricature whirling in the safety of a secular society where people are encouraged to “do” as long as nothing gets “done.” (But I’ll take that anyday over the “Other Option”). The revolution of Rumi was no more. The brilliance of white guys in shorts being their ability to simply lift their “interests” out from a most cumbersome obstacle, “culture, ” and to vacate it of all it’s nuance. The edges are smoothed over to resemble a most Condo-esque furniture.

I had to realize early on that no wonder I was always put off by “Suf-ism.” It was just another -ism maintaining the status quo. A Turkish representative at “Culture Day.” It was the aspect of Islam everybody liked. They liked it so much they continually try to rip it from the dark and scary clenches of Islamic fingers. Sometimes Islam is happy to give it up. Other times, “it’s ours and you can’t have it!” Ahh… what can we expect from the Age of Misappropriation in all its understandable paranoia, though paranoia nonetheless.

So who was it that I was thinking of early on in my testing of Middle Eastern mystic pools? Certainly there was a group that NO ONE wanted to call their own. Certainly there were people who disturbed the white guys in shorts and were deemed heretics by the Islamic ulema. Certainly there was a group that I could find some semblance of authenticity in.

Introducing: The Qalandars. Those unruly, hairless, bangle wearing, patched-frock toting, acetic wanderers. We love them and thank goodness for their existence every time the rules and duties get a wee bit absurd. Use your pinky and pointer to clean out your nose. That’s SUNNAH!!!

Now I’ve been around the block enough times to know that it doesn’t matter how “radical” or how “transgressive” a person or group is. The identity of which will eventually be enveloped by the Spectacular Packaging Machine (i.e. society predicated on objectification), whose incomprehensible vastness subsists on fields of happily-chaotic-and-open-ended-possibility-infused approaches to life and runs them through the SPM and shoots them out onto shopping mall shelves in cellophane wrapping for $29.99. Export necessitates marketablility. So I’m aware that The Great Closing-In has begun in regards to Qalandars. In fact, I think it’s safe to say that my even being able to reference this non-group as a group is evidence of the impending doom. Such is life I suppose. Keeps us on our toes and reinforces the good lesson of nonattachment.

But fear not! To my chagrin, spirit remains. That thing I so want to see removed from all discourse! Nevertheless, something resembling it’s nature remains constant. Just as we take cues from Muhammad’s (s) example rather than mimic his actions (i.e. people were pretty quick to use toilet paper instead of the prescribed “three clean stones.” See. Even the fascists know when to be selective on what is to be parroted. Next time you meet a fascist about to do the deed, be sure to bring him a few clean stones to wipe himself with. We’ll see who’s so Sunni! Innovation I tell you!) No. It is the “why” of an action that gives hope and gives breathing room. The “what” is an idol. The “why” is the hammer!

As such, it is the “why” of the various antinomians the scholars so willing lump into the Qalandariyya wandering the earth that intrigue me so. And for good reason. I live in New York City in the year 2006 CE. Shaving my beard, and wearing a bunch of bracelets, and patches isn’t going to position my ego in direct opposition to materialist society. What it’s probably going to do is get me thrown into some basement filled with sweaty boys preaching to yet another well rehearsed choir to the rhythm of some sub-denomination of punk/hardcore. And goodness, we can’t have that again. As the old joke goes: How many… (insert ANY movement here. I always heard riot grrls, but I’ll stick with the theme.) How many hardcore kids does it take to change a lightbulb? None. Hardcore kids can’t change anything. Of course you could easily put me in place of hardcore kids and get the same answer. Because ANY movement whose foundation is its own reduction will merely reinforce that which it intends to change. The individual anarchisms within the movements themselves get the work done.

And so the story goes. It is the quiet end of day in a lamp lit museum basement. The intern finds a brass bangle lieing on the floor. She picks it up and turns it around in her hand. She lifts it and recognizes the scent of rose. She closes her eyes and for a moment feels the cool shade of a forest in summer. She then turns and makes her way down the deep alphabetical aisle lined with drawers stacked ten feet high. L… M… N… O… P… Q… She pauses. Reaches for the correct drawer. Pauses again and slips the bangle in her pocket.

It is the individual anarchisms that get the work done.

I’ve been soooo busy with putting out this latest issue of the magazine that I have had little to no time to post. So if you read this, I’ve got a bunch of stuff in the wings, waiting, chatting to one another about what’s going on, getting anxious. I’ll post very soon. In a day or so. Here are some proposed titles. If anything seems of interest, send me a line.

1. “BASTARD CHILD”: POTENTIAL INTERVIEWEES TAKE NOTE
2. QALANDARS AND LIFESTYLE ACTIVISM: INTENTIONS AND CUES
3. DE-GRAMMATIC INVERSEMANTICS: AS DEEP AS YOU WANT TO GO
4. THE NATURE OF ALLAH, UNCONDITIONAL TIME, AND THE CRIMINAL ARROGANCE OF HUMAN LAW
5. WHERE IS(N’T) ALLAH IN THE AGE OF TOTAL CONSCIOUSNESS: PART 2 of “OUT THE ABOUT-AGE”
6. KILL YR IDOLS & OTHER “MUST DO”S IN ‘06: WHAT IF GOD IS…
7. AHH SPRING! & FUNK ALL THIS RELIGIOUS SUGAR HONEY ICED-TEA

I like being naked. I’m not a “nudist,” but I like being dress-less. I like walking around naked. I have been naked in public, and I have seen people naked in public. I have seen my wife’s friends naked, and they have seen me naked. One saw me naked last night. That was an accident. But my naked body isn’t counting. When it’s hot I like to get as close to naked as socially acceptable, and then a little extra for good measure. When I was in Brazil I was almost always near-naked. The people around me were near-naked. Modesty is relative and is a relative. It visits and is visit-able and changes with age. There are places in the world where being naked or near-to-be simply is. In South Africa I am always near-naked. My brain takes skin as a delicious given. The Qur’an asks women to cover their privates and I honestly see a bikini. (See that girl on the TV dressed in a bikini, she doesn’t think so but she’s dressed for the H-bomb).* No worries. I’ll wear one too if you like. The garment of conscientiousness is best. Great! Watch in amazement as my body’s buddies swing in the cool breeze from every willow tree within walking nude distance!

Consider a creek. It’s hot. Here is me on its bank. Do you know what I’m wearing? That’s right. Do you know what they are wearing? You guessed it. And guess what? They’re not kin, though they are family. Their naked backs are not blood, though they contain blood. We are smiling by the creek’s edge and sometimes we touch.

“Muslim clothing?” What the hell is that? Is it “modest?” I’ve got a few jalabiyas. I wear them all the time. My wife thinks they’re sexy. So much for “modest attire.” I think only seeing a woman’s eyes sans frightened-male-manifest-fascism is kind of sexy. Ooops. The institutionally frozen concept of modesty backfired again. But hey, you know what’s NOT inherently sexy. The naked body. You know what doesn’t make me want to go to town on myself? Naked bodies squatting to take a pee-pee. You know what else? A nude campfire. You know what DOES make me hotter than a caste-iron rhino? A little flesh here. A little flesh there. You know what doesn’t make me run laps in my pants? A bunch of naked people gathering firewood. Not sexy. Empowering? Yes. Debaucherous? Puh-leeze!

I want us to get over the addiction to sex so we can get back to having really fun, really egalitarian sex. Sex is great. It is wonderful. Did you find that chapter in the Qur’an that tells you it’s OK to like sex? Did it say something about only with your wife? Ladies? I agree. All women should have wives! My wife has wives. It’s a pleasure. She’s Jewish so it’s OK. She’s “of the book.”

In Boulder, CO women are allowed to walk around topless. This does not happen. You’re average frat-boy is disgruntled about this. He wants women to “take off there tops.” I don’t. I don’t want women to do anything. I don’t want anyone to do anything. Except tHat guY. I want him to stop being “righteous.” (Look at the world through your polarized glasses).* I want him to stop talking about working within the “limits” of Islam. I want people to stop talking about having fun within the limits of Islam. I don’t like halal meat. Right after the lamb got out of its shit-infested disease tank of a cell that it bleated home it was prayed to and had its neck slit. This reminds me of war. This does not interest me. I don’t like violence. I don’t like making people uncomfortable. I don’t think nudity should be used to make people uncomfortable. I’m rather traditional in that way.

Allah likes not the aggressors.

I like playing in the dirt. I like squatting on the ground in a backyard. I like the grass and I like when there’s dirt in-between the grass. I like that I have been an atheist since day one. I like that I might as well still be an atheist, because I can’t accept the limited conceptualization of Allah that is conventional “wisdom.” It’s the only thing that allows Allah to be. I like to think that Allah keeps me humble this way, because humility is a B-line to servitude. I like knowing that Allah is in the dirt and not contained in the dirt. I like that the dirt can be “of” Allah and Allah not of it. I like that Allah left the Qur’an open. I like that it was a recitation. I like that when two people came to Muhammad (p) and wanted to know which of them had the correct wording of the Qur’an Muhammad said they were both correct, and to not cause dissention between the community. I like that Muhammad (p) could appreciate unity in diversity. I like that Muhammad (p) forgot portions of the recitation and remembered them only when another person was reciting them in the masjid. I like that we pause to (p) for Muhammad. I don’t like when people make others feel like they have to. I wonder why Muhammad (p) was so insistent on people not showing others their “private parts.” I like that Muhammad (p) is reported to have peed “like a woman.”

I like that when the concepts of women and men begin to quiver in the moonlight, we exchange these roles for other, more suitable energetic costumes, and the dowry of a consenting glance is all that is needed. And when the INSTITUTION of marriage becomes a fascistic tribalism we redefine marriage and thus it redefines us. The play of partners expands and children learn from the many-ready and the many-willing. And many hills massive is a call for hide-and-seek. The spectacle a mere play-thing.

The Situationists had a way of subverting the spectacle: Take it seriously. If Coke tells you it’s the “best,” make them prove it. If Cingular tells you that you must have their latest “nights and weekends” plan, confront them and ask them why and how can they be so sure. (Please send me evenings and weekends).* Take the spectacle literally. Call it out. Force it to prove itself. Apply pressure liberally. Prove to me that marriage is only between a man and a woman. Prove to me that advertisements have the right to speak to me in the way they do and that they are somehow outside the due respect I expect from humans. Prove to me that I should respect a society that allows people made of circuitry to yell at me: CALL NOW! START TODAY! DON’T WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE! As if I would let a non-cyborg speak to me with such condescension.

(Love’ll get you like a case of anthrax and that’s something I don’t want to catch)*

The verbalization of Allah, manifest Truth Itself manifest, forbid us from forbidding that which is not forbidden. The zealot shaking with unsatisfaction. The zealot with its unsatiated appetite. The zealot with mischief fangs and pesky clam hands.

A naked body at ease with dirt blends accordingly in the full moonlit sky. It looks to a string held before its eyes for fajr—the sighting of the new moon a mere glance towards the fast. The “people of the cloth” has a new meaning. They argue about beginnings and ends, while the recently bathed quietly squint as the dawn mist turns to air once again.

Once we were fish.

*(parentheses)=Gang of Four

This is a VERY cleaned up version of the original piece. I asked Allah to show me the path of restraint and was graced with a little repose. If you listen closely, the original piece still speaks. I alone am in possession of the original.

I have never felt more a Muslim capital frickin’ “M” than I do today.

This is a bounce off a post over at Warped Galaxies regarding Hamza Yusuf’s brilliant idea to ban “insults.”

“We call upon the Organization of the Islamic Conference (OIC) as well as Muslim countries and governments and the international community to press the United Nations to issue a declaration criminalizing any insult to Muhammad, Jesus or Moses or to any other revered prophetic figure.” (entire PDF statement here)

I hope Hamza Yusuf doesn’t fall under the category of “revered prophetic figure,” because today on March 2, 2006 at 9:57am he has lost my trust.

With all due respect to your “traditional scholarship” Hamza Yusuf, it seems you are so stuck in “the tradition,” as YOU see it, that you have forgotten that you will NEVER be able to pin down what is insulting. This is not a 9th grade debate class and I should not have to reiterate what you should already know! This is BASIC. How do you possibly propose to define this term? And who do you think should do so? And more importantly, if YOU are going to define this term for the rest of us, which you are not going to do, how are you going to do so in such a way as to not lead the entire world down a vertical slope of legalized “my-feelings-are-hurt-and-I’m-insulted-ism.” Your proposed criminalization is the biggest can of worms I have ever had the dis-pleasure of encountering. Saying “I know it when I see it” as the Supreme Court Chief Justice so tellingly stated in reference to “pornography” is absolutely unacceptable. Curbing freedom of speech in ANY way is an insatiable act. We are working to curb LESS not MORE silly.

You the reader will probably hear double-speak disguised as a definition of “insult” along the lines of any speech that intentionally slanders or defames an accepted prophetic figure in history.

DON’T BELIEVE THE HYPE!!!

It doesn’t matter how broad you make this claim. I don’t care if you include Santa Clause in this list of prophetic figures, it stinks and it should be dealt with as a stinky stinker—rubber gloves, clothes-pins for your nose, and all! Since I know as you know that most Jews are not going to be upset by a caricature of Moses. And modern history has shown that Christians are willing to put up with a great deal of Christ defamation. Not to mention, Buddhists could care less what you do to an image of the Buddha, since most have realized that a picture of the Buddha IS NOT the Buddha! Your vain attempt at being “universal” is easily seen for what it really is: an attempt to criminalize people for insulting The Prophet(saw).

Do we need to discuss AGAIN how every single word in every single language contains a multiplicity of meanings and references. BLASPHEMY is probably one of the best examples of this. But leave it to the scholars, the very category of which gives me the willies, to forget(?), try OMIT, this everyday experience of language. You WILL NOT contain the amorphous that is experience. You WILL NOT contain the work-in-process that is the human engagement of world and image, insult and pleasantry, border and border-crossing, limit and limitlessness.

This reductionism disguised as petty nice-ism from Hamza Yusuf is the exact reason why I write the way I do and discuss the things I discuss. Language and it’s God-given discursiveness. It’s uncontainability. I discuss it and have devoted my life to it, because people like him are in positions of relative power and attempt to funnel their understandings of language into the public sphere as if it is a concrete understanding. It is not. Attempting to define what is “insulting” is an absolutely PERFECT example of this linguistic-fascism. I mean, you just don’t get handed an example from a respected public figure like that every day!

Hamza Yusuf. You want to talk the timing of the cartoons? Fine. You want to talk implications? Fine. You want to talk “Islamophobia?” Fine. You want to talk anti-Semitism? Fine. You want to talk hurt feelings? Fine. You want to talk about being insulted? Fine. You want to talk about ethics and morals? Fine. You want to talk about decency? Fine. You want to talk about what would the Prophet(saw) do? Fine. You want to TALK about criminalizing insults? Fine. You want to IMPLIMENT a law criminalizing insults? You best check yourself, because it’ll be cold day in frickin’ hell before I allow THAT to take affect.

I accept that in the future we Muslims who stand behind the radical implications of “Allah knows better,” “No compulsion in religion,” and all diversity-affirming statements of the One True Source, may one day be forced to turn Imam Zaid Shakir’s statement to “go it alone” against the Hamza Yusufs of the world and set ourselves up in direct and indirect opposition to legalism in all its forms.

I don’t look forward to this day, but I will accept it if/when it comes.

I ask you my traditionally deviant comrades: do YOU think we should outlaw insults?

The ball sits motionless in their court.

Hamza Yusuf, you have shown your true colors with this statement of yours and your fellow signatories.

We the freely chosen submitters to the will of Allah have respectfully NOT chosen you as our leader.

We have chosen ourselves and concede all judgments to the One. We stand for peace and the free willingness of creation to express their paths in any way they see fit so long as it does not inhibit others to freely express. In many ways I feel that the cartooning of the Prophet(saw) has only strengthened my faith, whereas your call for censorship has riddled me with doubt. Is this the Islam I have to look up to?

I urge you to stay out of THE WORLD’S (this includes you!) semio-anarchic-political right to say or draw whatever THE WORLD wants. You’re on OUR turf now—COMMUNITY: WORLD. The COMMUNITY:WORLD extends far beyond your personal idea of insult. If your ship gets too close again, know that you’ve been warned. We are armed with a vicious array of CRAYONS, and we read, think, and draw just as good as you, if not gooder. We believe in peace, but if pushed will use our crayons by any means necessary.

I am a MUSLIM and I fight for the right for another person to insult me.

I am a MUSLIM and I trust you not.

Here is a link to an Israeli response to the “cartoon fiasco” and “insults” to prophetic figures.

From the website:

A Danish paper publishes a cartoon that mocks Muslims.
An Iranian paper responds with a Holocaust cartoons contest -
- Now a group of Israelis announce their own anti-Semitic cartoons contest!

Eyal Zusman (30, back from anonymity) and Amitai Sandy (29), graphic artist and publisher of Dimona Comix Publishing, from Tel-Aviv, Israel, have followed the unfolding of the “Muhammad cartoon-gate” events in amazement, until finally they came up with the right answer to all this insanity - and so they announced today the launch of a new anti-Semitic cartoons contest - this time drawn by Jews themselves!

“We’ll show the world we can do the best, sharpest, most offensive Jew hating cartoons ever published!” said Sandy “No Iranian will beat us on our home turf!”

The contest has been announced today on the www.boomka.org website, and the initiators accept submissions of cartoons, caricatures and short comic strips from people all over the world. The deadline is Sunday March 5, and the best works will be displayed in an Exhibition in Tel-Aviv, Israel.

Sandy is now in the process of arranging sponsorships of large organizations, and promises lucrative prizes for the winners, including of course the famous Matzo-bread baked with the blood of Christian children.

For more info contact:
Amitai at amitaiss@yahoo.com or 972-54-316-4117

I’ve never had the opportunity, but you might.

Be the first person on your block (or in the world) to host a DOMESTIC ARTS PARTY!!!

The (International) Domestic Arts Initiative (IDAI) was developed two years ago in Colorado, USA. In May of 2004 after realizing I had become thoroughly domesticated I found myself questioning the placement of “art” in our society. Where do intentional acts of defamiliarization take place? There are any number of de/reconstructed venues that display art: street corners, ice cream shops turned galleries, back yards, VFWs, subway stations, you name it. However, the one place I felt “creative activities” were lacking was in the home.

But let me be clear.

It wasn’t that people were not displaying art in their homes, it was simply that people were not allowing performances to engage the domesticated space. Meaning: if someone wanted to hold an event or performance, that person would remove tables and other “obstacles” from the premesis in order to provide a proper “space” for the activity to happen. The IDAI is vehemently OPPOSED to this practice.

The rules for a Domestic Arts Party are simple:

1. Plan an event in your home—preferably an event that involves movement (i.e. dance, one act play, etc.).
2. Leave your home in its “natural” state. Do not move chairs to make room for any planned activities.
3. Make pieces as elaborate or as minimal as desired. (Wouldn’t it be nice to see a rainy pirate scene in a shower)?!
4. Invite A LOT of people. The less conventional space and comfortable viewing lines the better!
5. Have music.
6. Enjoy!

It’s really that simple. What we are looking for with the IDAI is to get people creatively interacting with domesticated objects—the banal pieces of silverware and clunky end tables found on the corner for free. We utilize these pieces of domesticity on a daily basis, and yet how well do we really know them? When was the last time we dialogued with that rogue plastic pink plate we eat all of our dinners on? When was the last time we danced a duet with a bookshelf or coffee table? Have we yet to serenade the corner of a bed?

It is these activities that define the IDAI.

If you are interested in setting up a Domestic Arts Party yourself, please feel free to contact me for more ideas or feedback.

Good luck.

Founder “International Domestic Arts Initiative”