5 Persons are tagged with #life

Lifenatphil
Lifenatphil
lifenatphil@diasp.org
#life #nature #philosophy
Ninah Ala Ubuibi
Ninah Ala Ubuibi
nina_lynn@diaspora.koehn.com
#art #planet #music #radio #life

#life

anonymiss@despora.de
anonymiss

What happens when a #school bans #smartphones? A complete #transformation

source: https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2024/jan/17/cellphone-smartphone-bans-schools

Another effect has been a surge of students signing up for the school’s photography class, which uses film cameras. Enrollment nearly tripled. While a popular new #teacher may have been a factor, Light Phones also don’t have cameras.

I find the article quite superficial. Sure, the students are interested in analog photography again, but they don't learn anything about #media competence. What will they need more of later in #life?

#education #youth #technology #news #knowledge #internet

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loran@diaspora-fr.org
Laurent

The risk of failure, which might make us refuse to take the first step, is itself illusory, because as we move forward we will be able to understand that each experience, whether we judge it to be positive or negative, will always be enriching and lead to new understandings about ourselves, our life, our actions and existence as a whole.
L.V

#mywork #oser #heros #quote #life #experience #dare

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kennychaffin@diasp.org
Kenny Chaffin

AIN’T MY PENNY NO MORE
by Haley Jameson

In a small town
somewhere South
somewhere East
where there were more corn
and more green beans
than people,
I asked my brother
about his dreams.
He told me,
“You gotta get out soon,
start planning now
or you’ll be stuck here.”
“Like you?”
“Like me,” and he
plodded along with his back
hunched low
and his hoe cutting deep.
From a distance,
he looked no different
than a workhorse.
I started working odd jobs,
delivery here
grocery clerk there,
and I started putting
everything into my porcelain
piggy.
But Daddy got sick,
so I gave Mama
half my savings.
So I gave Mama
all my savings.
I had to pick up the slack
help lift the burden
’cause Daddy couldn’t work
no more.
But I could.
Daddy had something
growing inside him
something bad
something big
and it was hungry,
just like we were.
And it ate Daddy,
took all the meat
off his bones
until he was just a skeleton
and then it ate his bones, too.
“That’s one less mouth to
feed,” Mama said
and I agreed.
So I started saving up again.
My brother’s hunched back
got permanent,
and he didn’t talk to me no
more about leaving.
He started showing me how
to farm
just like Daddy showed him.
But I knew if I picked up that
hoe,
I ain’t gonna be getting out of
here no more.
I saved every penny I could
said I gotta keep saving
while the savings were mine.
But then Mama got sick.
So I gave my brother
half my savings.
So I gave him
all my savings.
I had to pick up the slack
carry the burden on both
shoulders now.
Mama had swallowed the
whole ocean
and it filled up her lungs
and no matter how much she
coughed
she just couldn’t get that
water back out.
It swallowed her,
too.
“That’s one less mouth to
feed,” my brother said
and I agreed
and he handed me that hoe
and I took it.

—from Rattle #82, Winter 2023

Haley Jameson: “I journal through poetry. I’ll write about a mundane event or follow a train of thought to the end. It’s healing to get it out of my head and see it written down in front of me, whether it makes sense or not.”

#poem #poetry #literature #life

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kennychaffin@diasp.org
Kenny Chaffin

Clarity
by Vievee Francis

Sorrow, O sorrow, moves like a loose flock
of blackbirds sweeping over the metal roofs, over the birches,
and the miles.
One wave after another, then another, then the sudden 

                                                        opening

where the feathered swirl, illumined by dusk, parts to reveal
the weeping
heart of all things.

About this poem:
“Clarity is hard to come by. I believe in paths, and I have set myself upon mine. I believe in openings, like signals toward extraordinary possibilities. I hear it in a susurration of birds, a large flock I cannot identify moving overhead at sunset. Their calls billowing over this valley. As I listen, intently, I lose the sound and find myself enrapt by a thought. A new thought. The sound takes me somewhere then brings me back. Aren’t we all feeling some dread sorrow? It seems to me the birds echo the restless ache that I am only free of when I am sleeping, and even then—but, as I watch those birds in stark silhouette against the sky I never fail to see a brief opening. A sudden lustrous disclosure. Others are listening and watching the winged creatures with the same awe. Together we watch the dark-swung canopy open and we, because we feel lifted, we know, you and I, the weight of our lives.”
—Vievee Francis

https://mailchi.mp/poets/january-12-2024-poemaday-12138304-331miebijr-12138888?e=2706955217

#poem #poetry #literature #life

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