Category Archives: poets

Broken and Brave, Still We Ride the Waves. | Rebelle Society

I feel you, Pain. You are hard. You are brutal. You make my knees buckle and my lungs heave. You slice me open and make me bleed. You are heavy. And cold. And dark. You offer not even a sliver of light. But, know this, Pain: I will survive you because I am filled up with light. The light of love given and received. Love is the golden thread that holds me together and warms me from the inside. It makes me solid. It makes me durable.It makes me believe in God and Goodness and Hope and Healing. You will not destroy me, Pain. You will devastate me. You will leave me ravaged and starving, but you will not destroy me. I will ache and break and simmer and rage and seethe and weep and grieve and then, in time,I will let you go.Because even you, Pain, are not meant to be forever.It all comes and it all goes. All of it.Life exists in waves. It undulates.

Source: Broken and Brave, Still We Ride the Waves. | Rebelle Society

New York Artist Molly Crabapple Sketches Her Way From Guantanamo Bay to Bangalore – The Ladies FingerThe Ladies Finger

Gaza was bombed and wrecked during the 2014 war, Molly remembers seeing construction workers taking the rebar from a building that has been bombed. “If you’ve ever seen rebar from a building that has been bombed, it is an evil-looking material. It’s like coiled snakes; like nettles.” She saw two men taking the rebar and straightening it with rocks and tools. And in it she saw an image of resilience, taking the rebar and turning it into construction material, but “goddammit, you’re going to rebuild anyway!”

Source: New York Artist Molly Crabapple Sketches Her Way From Guantanamo Bay to Bangalore – The Ladies FingerThe Ladies Finger

The Rolling Stones. sympathy for the devil. (powerful images) – YouTube Deja vu too 1968-2016

warning: this video contains images that may cause upset.I put up some of the most powerful photographs we have all more than likely seen at some point in our lives.the things we humans do to each other!they all seemed to fit with the music.

The accumulative effects of racism: it eats away at the essence of your being | Culture | The Guardian

“For every one of me there’s probably a thousand other kids who have anxiety issues or whose experiences have snowballed into a negative adulthood or depression,” she says. Bullying by no means “makes kids tougher and more wanting to succeed. I think often it just crushes people.”The resurgence of xenophobia in Australia troubles Clarke. She sees an “awful synchronicity” between past and present. Her parents left England in the 70s, soon after Enoch Powell’s infamous “Rivers of Blood” speech, which decried black immigrants and predicted that foreign children would overcrowd hospitals and schools. Two decades later, Clarke watched Pauline Hanson’s entrée into politics with a shockingly similar maiden speech, accompanied by a shift in public sentiment around race and immigration. Unsurprisingly, she is not optimistic about Hanson’s return, the rise of One Nation and Islamophobic rhetoric.“I feel as if there is really a global post-colonial situation at the moment,” which especially victimises children, Clarke says. “There are children’s bodies being brutalised or being washed up on beaches. We see brown children being locked up on Nauru and in Villawood Detention Centre. We see things like Don Dale and Indigenous communities having their funding cut.” But Clarke does see hope in Australia’s young people. “I look at my kids’ generation, and their outlook and the way they behave towards each other is different from anything I’ve seen in my lifetime,” she says. The cultural makeup of Australia has changed since Clarke’s childhood, and diversity in books, television, and online media have played a major role. Sharing stories breeds tolerance through understanding, Clarke believes. “It’s a wide big world and that there are lots of different kinds of people in it,” she says. “The best thing [a child] could possibly do is to learn to get along with everybody, because that’s just part of life.”The Hate Race is published by Hachette. Maxine Beneba Clarke will give the opening keynote address at the Melbourne Writers Festival on August 26.

Source: The accumulative effects of racism: it eats away at the essence of your being | Culture | The Guardian

» Peace

If a peaceful feeling grows in your body,you can build your life and a world with love.It is important to have peace in our lives

Sitting under the shadow of peace,we find happiness and success.

What is Peace?

Peace brings happiness in our lives. Without it, any country faces crime, war, and difficulties.

War brings a bad message with it—a message of destruction and dead ends.

Peace has a very important role. Without it, the life of every one of us is empty and ends with unhappiness.

Peace is a gift from almighty God. We must work for peace in our country.

Because of the war, we Afghans have experienced too much conflict and difficulties in our lives.

We need peace.

Almighty God has said in the Holy Quran that: ”It is Muslims who bring peace in their homes.”

Peace will help us build our country and progress. I feel sorry for my Afghanistan that we have never had a peaceful life. I think it is because of ignorance and lack of education. We must work hard to remove ignorance. We can only build our country by the power of the pen and knowledge.

I ask all my Afghan brothers to work together for peace and be united.

By Safa

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Leonard Cohen – Anthem (w/lyrics) London 2008 – Peace for the Soul

There is a crack A crack in everything That’s how the light gets in. We asked for signs and the signs were sent: the birth betrayed the marriage spent Yeah the widowhood of every single government signs for all to see I can’t run no more with that lawless crowd Ah but they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up a thundercloud and they’re going to hear from me.

Source: Leonard Cohen – Anthem (w/lyrics) London 2008 – Peace for the Soul

Mario Torero: The ‘Artivist’ Who Changed the Face of Chicano Park | La Prensa San Diego

1970 marked a turning point in San Diego’s Chicano movement. Mere days after his near-death experience, Mario Torero met Salvador Torres, another artist and muralist with whom a few months later he would co-found – along with other artists – the Centro Cultural de la Raza in Balboa Park. On April 22 of that same year, Torero was among the Chicano activists who occupied Barrio Logan’s Chicano Park in order to keep it from being turned into a California Highway Patrol (CHP) station. They won the fight, and today the park has become an icon for Chicano, Latin American and Mexican-American culture in the United States. Once the community took over the space, the effort began to turn it into a place where art could converge. Mario Torero recalls how difficult it was in the beginning to find Latinos or other minority groups in museums, galleries, or any other art centers in San Diego. So, he decided to bring art closer to these communities through murals. Three years after Chicano Park was founded, he painted the first of what is today dozens of murals. From there, the Congreso de Artistas Chicanos en Aztlán, an art collective whose membership includes Torero, took on the mission of covering the rest of the park in murals that showcased Latin American culture and history. For the Peruvian painter, the murals are a reflection of  Barrio Logan’s essence, which has slowly morphed into an arts district, as evidenced by the new galleries opening their doors in the neighborhood. “The hood needed to heal, and it was the artists who brought the healing,” shared Torero, who is also an activist. “That’s the way it was when we started the movement, and that’s the way it is to this day.”

Source: Mario Torero: The ‘Artivist’ Who Changed the Face of Chicano Park | La Prensa San Diego

» I Am an Afghan Girl

A girl from a generation of far-sightedness The girl with the face of a beautiful rose I am an Afghan girl I want to remove the bad reputation far from my country People are jobless and people emigrate Many are dead under grip of Taliban The war is rising I want in my country peace and quiet  Not explosions, but a place where people find work I am an Afghan girl My heart is still in grief Don’t allow aliens to come to start the spoils I am An Afghan girl As fervent as a candle burning The girl at home who is like flowers in the garden Yes, a girl is like the flowers that scent your home. I am an Afghan girl By Maliha W. Photo by J. McDowell

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