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Peacebuilding and the Arts: a Gathering at Brandeis University

Tomorrow, April 12th I visit  Brandeis University in Waltham, MA for an all-day meeting on Peacebuilding and the Arts.  The gathering is sponsored by the International Center for Ethics, Justice and Public Life.

Morning sessions (not open to the public) will be a Peacebuilding and the Arts Think Tank on educating future leaders.

From 2:30 – 3:30 pm I’ll participate in the roundtable for leaders in higher ed in the Mandel Center for Humanities, Reading Room 203.

At 4:00 pm – a screening of and public conversation about the center’s new documentary film Acting Together on the World Stage (see the trailer above) at the Shapiro Campus Center Theater.

Looking forward to this!  Will post more as the event unfolds…

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Dropping Keys – JPL on the Poetics of Peacebuilding

DROPPING KEYS

The small woman

Builds cages for everyone

She

Knows.

While the sage,

Who has to duck her head

When the moon is low,

Keeps dropping keys all night long

For the

Beautiful

Rowdy

Prisoners.

-Hafiz

John Paul Lederach, founding director of my masters program at EMU’s Center for Justice and Peacebuilding spoke at EMU campus a few weeks ago and as usual treated us to the elegant insurgency of being profoundly liberated and creative.

Have a listen to his talk – the Poetics of Peacebuilding posted here.

Photo pashasha. cc: attribute/share/remix/share alike.


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Morning Pages

story doula

Run forward into the past.  Turn around and run back into the future.  They were always there holding hands with the present creating a perfect moment. Resilient.

You hear what you can handle at the time and even though you look for more behind the furniture and in the garage, you won’t receive more until you are ready.

Don’t be limited in your response to friendship to conflict to love.   It is all so vast and simple.

A dog barks in the distance, the clock ticks, a generator runs and once in awhile a car.  And me? I have shifted. Have I shifted? I have changed. Have I changed?

-June 2009, Nairobi

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Student Mini-Sagas in Exactly 50 Words

My web-apps students are creating their mini-sagas with great sgustoq thanks to pal and creative guru Chad Gusler.

-Here is a lovely mini-saga from Amy whose blog is To Be… Utterly Dead and Completely Alive:

The old room in my dreams, bathed in brown and dust, and decorated by pompous old men in khaki. Full of memory, the fan groans with too many turn abouts, dizzied by its own movement. Even the sunlight falls heavy on the old room.

-This mini-saga is from Joaquin who writes Clique Cracker.

IT’S 3AM on a chilly February night. Our brotherhood dashes to the base. We climb hastilly, stealthily, heartbeats quick.  Up endless flights of steel stairs. Then onto the upper plateau of this concrete construct. Some drop out, but two continue, up iron rungs, to the top of our valley world.

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Robb Davis Mini-Saga – In Exactly 50 Words

My new dear friend Robb Davis ssentq me his mini-saga in exactly 50 words. Excellent. Q. Where’s YOURS?!

Robb Davis

Jumping in with two feet was always your way—drowning in the passion of life (abandon). Then somehow you learned: “fear the depths” and you ended up dipping just a toe—testing, trying, making sure it’s okay (caution). Time to step back, make a running start and take the plunge—diving deep (risk).  – Robb Davis

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Winter Solstice by Alice Walker (I Will Keep Broken Things)

From Hard Times Require Furious Dancing – to be sreleasedq in 2010.

Photo by Story Doula

I will keep
Broken
things:
The big clay
Pot
With raised
Iguanas
Chasing
Their
Tails;
Two
Of their
Wise
Heads
Sheared
Off;

I will keep
Broken
things:
The old
Slave
Market
Basket
Brought
To my
Door
By Mississippi
A jagged
Hole
Gouged
In its sturdy
Dark
Oak
Side.

I will keep
Broken
things:
The memory
Of
Those
Long
Delicious
Night
Swims
With
You;

I will keep
Broken
things:
In my house
There
Remains
An
Honored
Shelf
On which
I will
Keep
Broken
Things.

Their beauty
Is
They
Need
Not
Ever
Be
“fixed.”

I will keep
Your
Wild
Free
Laughter
Though
It is now
Missing
Its
Reassuring
And
Graceful
Hinge.

I will keep
Broken
Things:

Thank you
So much

I will keep
Broken
Things.

I will keep
You:

Pilgrim
Of
Sorrow.

I will keep
Myself.

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The Giant is Dancing – After Effects Puppet Tool

Hard Times Require Furious Dancing  – Alice Walker’s new book of poems.

Students Susan and Malea playing with After Effects Amazing Puppet Tool.  Did I mention how much I sadoreq After Effects?   Music Waterfall Cities album Ozric Tentacles.

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