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tom_s@friendica.ambag.es
tom s

Von einem, der nicht müde wird, sich für Frieden und Völkerverständigung einzusetzen und Brücken zu bauen

Der deutsche #Sänger und #Poet Tino #Eisbrenner hatte im letzten Jahr mit einem bemerkenswerten Gastspiel für internationales Aufsehen gesorgt. Nach seiner Rückkehr aus #Russland widmet sich der #Berliner #Künstler seinem umfangreichen künstlerischen wie politischen Schaffen, getreu dem Motto „#Kultur ist #Frieden“. Angesichts seines mutigen Engagements kommt man zum Schluss, der zu einer Laudatio passt: Mehr Menschen wie Tino Eisbrenner werden gebraucht in eisigen Zeiten wie jetzt. Und auch das passt zu ihm und zeichnet ihn aus: Tino Eisbrenner blickt trotz allem optimistisch und voller Tatendrang ins neue Jahr 2024.

https://www.nachdenkseiten.de/?p=109091

Von einem, der nicht müde wird, sich für Frieden und Völkerverständigung einzusetzen und Brücken zu bauen

Der deutsche Sänger und Poet Tino Eisbrenner hatte im letzten Jahr mit einem bemerkenswerten Gastspiel für internationales Aufsehen gesorgt. Nach seiner Rückkehr aus Russland widmet sich der Berliner Künstler seinem umfangreichen künstlerischen...

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drnoam@diasp.org
Noam Bergman

#Poet and #activist Benjamin Zephaniah died today, aged only 65. Here's one of his:

We Refugees

I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.

I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don’t like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.

I come from a beautiful place
Where girls cannot go to school
There you are told what to believe
And even young boys must grow beards.

I come from a great old forest
I think it is now a field
And the people I once knew
Are not there now.

We can all be refugees
Nobody is safe,
All it takes is a mad leader
Or no rain to bring forth food,
We can all be refugees
We can all be told to go,
We can be hated by someone
For being someone.

I come from a beautiful place
Where the valley floods each year
And each year the hurricane tells us
That we must keep moving on.
I come from an ancient place
All my family were born there
And I would like to go there
But I really want to live.

I come from a sunny, sandy place
Where tourists go to darken skin
And dealers like to sell guns there
I just can’t tell you what’s the price.

I am told I have no country now
I am told I am a lie
I am told that modern history books
May forget my name.

We can all be refugees
Sometimes it only takes a day,
Sometimes it only takes a handshake
Or a paper that is signed.
We all came from refugees
Nobody simply just appeared,
Nobody’s here without a struggle,
And why should we live in fear
Of the weather or the troubles?
We all came here from somewhere.

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kennychaffin@diasp.org
Kenny Chaffin

Ha! Great Poem!!!

In Praise of the Classics
BY NOAH ELI GORDON

Know how you always buy that single can of lentil soup

for every ten cans of split pea, the kind you actually like

and would be content eating daily save for the lingering misgivings

induced by some antiquated article you’d read decades ago

about the dangers of a diet lacking in variety

And you know how you figure one day you’ll acclimate enough

to its earthen flavor to enjoy it rather than scarfing it down

in a kind of motion nearly mud sad enough to flatten the spoon

And know how the labels look similar on those

lentil and split pea cans, how you stack them on the top shelf

of a corner cabinet, so that when reaching for one you register

without looking only the heft of it in your palm

And know how today you so anticipated that warm bowl

of split pea soup that you wielded the can opener

like a piece of medieval weaponry piercing through armored flesh

And know how your anticipation was instantly deflated

when you saw in the nearly mangled can that swampy mass of lentils

And know what stopped you from tossing in the rubbish the entire mess

was that sudden resignation to what’s right in front of you

Eat the lentils. Read the classics. Run through the Parthenon.

Some commitments give you all the right sustenance in all the wrong flavors

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#poem #poetry #poet #literature

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kennychaffin@diasp.org
Kenny Chaffin

‘People who really love books will come’: poet opens bookstore in mountainous village in China to provide space for locals to read and children to study

A bookstore in the middle of nowhere built in the shape of the number seven and containing 7,000 books has caught attention online in mainland China

The owner is a self-styled poet who spent US$116,000 building the store and says he wants to improve local villagers’ access to literature

https://www.scmp.com/news/people-culture/china-personalities/article/3219549/people-who-really-love-books-will-come-poet-opens-bookstore-mountainous-village-china-provide-space

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‘People who love books will come’: man opens bookstore atop a mountain in China

A man who spent US$116,000 building a bookstore in the shape of the number seven in a remote mountainous area says despite the book business being in decline, his store will buck the trend.

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kennychaffin@diasp.org
Kenny Chaffin

In a Dark Time
BY THEODORE ROETHKE

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;

I hear my echo in the echoing wood—
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,

Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!

I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.

That place among the rocks—is it a cave,

Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,

And in broad day the midnight come again!

A man goes far to find out what he is—
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,

All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.

My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,

Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.

The mind enters itself, and God the mind,

And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

Theodore Roethke, "In a Dark Time" from Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke. Copyright © 1963 by Beatrice Roethke, Administratrix of the Estate of Theodore Roethke. Used by permission of Doubleday, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke (Doubleday, 1961)

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43347/in-a-dark-time

#poem #poet #poetry #literature

In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke | Poetry Foundation

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,

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adamblewett@diasp.org
Adam Blewett

Rebels helper

The brief leaf bare to inherent a complexion, radiant lime devours to mind in those flowers, as it was dream, the unarming exposure sate, glossary perfect, played the ethereal boarders, cohort designer roses.

The zealous folds ripple the orange placed, curvaceous porous with impunity, spheres quest, the matrix threads a chill, sublime garnished corpus, the fasting floral ambiance, tables the wares grief.

Satellites navigation, mascaras a fashion swain, violet reprisal, my velvet revolver, closure the arrests reprisal. Aptitude the vagrant windows of dreamers, should failure invite your arrival.

#writing #painting #poet #mywork

http://adamblewett.blog/2023/02/02/rebels-helper/

Rebels helper

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ramnath@nerdpol.ch
ramnath

Y tiene.. el corazon de poeta.. de nino grande de hombre nino..
Pues tiene.. el corazon de poeta
Y asi me gusta a mi que sea..
Que tenga el corazon de poeta..

Tiene la arrogancia del sol.. mirada candida
Su piel de nieve se hace fuego cerca de mi..
Es amigo y amante fiel de las estrellas..
Camina junto a mi soniando con cosas bellas..

And he has... the #heart of a #poet... of a big boy of a boy of a man...
Well, he has... the heart of a poet
And that's how I like it to be...
That has the heart of a poet..

He has the arrogance of the sun... candid look
His snow skin catches fire near me..
He is a faithful friend and lover of the stars.
Walk next to me dreaming of beautiful things

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#Corazón de #Poeta