Sunday, January 26, 2025

VOICES IN THE WIND ~

 



                                                      Colombia's President Gustavo Petro


President Gustavo Petro's Full Statement

Trump, I don't really like travelling to the US. It's a bit boring, but I confess that there are some commendable things. I like going to the Black neighborhoods of Washington, where I saw a fight in the US capital between Blacks and Latinos with barricades, which seemed like nonsense to me, because they should join together.

I confess that I like Walt Whitman and Paul Simon and Noam Chomsky and Miller.

I confess that Sacco and Vanzetti, who have my blood, are memorable in the history of the USA and I follow them. They were murdered by labor leaders in the electric chair, by the fascists who are within the USA as well as within my country.

I don't like your oil, Trump. It's going to wipe out the human species because of greed. Maybe one day, with a glass of whiskey that I accept, despite my gastritis, we can talk frankly about this, but it's difficult because you consider me part of an inferior race and I'm not, nor is any Colombian.

So, if you know someone who is stubborn, that's me, period. You can try to carry out a coup with your economic strength and your arrogance, like they did with Allende. But I will die true to my principles, I resisted torture and I resist you. I don't want slavers next in Colombia, we already had many and we freed ourselves. What I want next in Colombia are lovers of freedom. If you can't join me, I'll go elsewhere. Colombia is the heart of the world, and you didn't understand that, this is the land of the yellow butterflies, of the beauty of Remedios, but also of the colonels like Aureliano Buendía, of which I am one, perhaps the last.

You will kill me, but I will survive in my people, which lives, before yours, in the Americas. We are peoples of the winds, the mountains, the Caribbean Sea and of freedom.

You don't like our freedom, okay. I don't shake hands with White slavers. I shake hands with the White libertarian heirs of Lincoln and the Black and White farm boys of the USA, at whose graves I cried and prayed on a battlefield, which I reached after walking the mountains of Italian Tuscany and after being saved from Covid.

They are the United States, and before them I kneel, before no one else.

Overthrow me, Mr. President, and the Americas and humanity will respond.

Colombia now stops looking north, it looks at the world. Our blood comes from the blood of the Caliphate of Cordoba, the civilization of that time, of the Roman Latins of the Mediterranean, the civilization of that time, who founded the republic, democracy in Athens; our blood comes from the Black resistance fighters turned into slaves by you. Colombia is the first free territory of America, before Washington, [before] of all America, and I take refuge in its African songs.

My land is made up of goldsmiths who worked in the time of the Egyptian pharaohs and of the first artists in the world in Chiribiquete.

You will never rule us. You're opposed to the warrior who rode our lands, shouting freedom, whose name is (Simon) Bolívar.

Our people are somewhat fearful, somewhat timid, they are naive and kind, loving, but they will know how to win the Panama Canal, which you took from us with violence. Two hundred heroes from all of Latin America lie in Bocas del Toro, today's Panama, formerly Colombia, which you murdered.

I raise a flag and as (Jorge Eliecer) Gaitán said, even if it remains alone, it will continue to be raised with the Latin American dignity that is the dignity of America, which your great-grandfather did not know, and mine did, Mr. President, an immigrant in the USA.

Your blockade does not scare me, because Colombia, besides being the country of beauty, is the heart of the world. I know that you love beauty as I do, do not disrespect it and it will give its sweetness to you.

FROM TODAY ON, COLOMBIA IS OPEN TO THE ENTIRE WORLD, WITH OPEN ARMS, WE ARE BUILDERS OF FREEDOM, LIFE AND HUMANITY.

I am informed that you impose a 50% tariff on the fruits of our human labor to enter the United States, and I do the same.

Let our people plant corn that was discovered in Colombia and feed the world.



PAM REHM ~

 



Confirmation


Wild birds form
distances
for a restless eye


They retain
then edify
the soul's longings


I have lived as of late
unpracticed


My faith essentially
eroded


I am possessed now
with duration


As there is no measurement
to the turning
of a leaf into soil


Being also descends
with a slowness


Innocently enough
to witness


This river
awakened by the morning sun


A vale of close light
A light incarnate



Spiritual Life


I was not sure how
my children would dream

They saw further
than sheltering

They heard clearer
than my prayer

I could not feel my rescue
Intently enough

They held me tighter
than my grip

They led me across
my indigence

and were my abundance
when I got there

Sprung up like
wild herbs

I had always hoped
To find



______________
Pam Rehm

Inner Verses

Wave Books, 2024




Saturday, January 25, 2025

GERALD HAUSMAN, HAIL CHANTER ~

 



Author of Evil Chasing Way, Hand Trembler and Sungazer

Hail Chanter, Book Four, in the Star Song series, features one man winding and wending his way through Southwestern real-time and dream-time. This novel serves as the final healing rapture of the previous three books: Evil Chasing Way, Hand Trembler, and Sungazer.

In the earlier novels, the author/storyteller used the ancient art of singing to a star, hand trembling, and praying. The result, from the traditions of the Navajo Old Ways, turns a burning light into a healing one. This process took place on an operating table and in a radiation chamber. Hausman states:

“I followed the sacred speech that a star makes. It lived within me and healed both the inside and outside of me.”

The emergence ceremony in Hail Chanter intertwines a mixture of ancient religion with modern medicine. The novel portrays Winter Thunder blowing apart a human form, making it all come together. The healer said:

“It all comes together like a bunch of broken parts waiting to be annealed all over again.”

This captivating story maintains Jack Andrews as the hero from the first three novels, while also exploring the character of Jay DeGroat, a Navajo friend of Gerald’s for fifty years.

“…Hausman honors Native American philosophy and spirituality even as he reveals it.” —Booklist

“Carlos Castaneda would've loved this book.” —Dr Michael Gleeson, Anthropologist


Speaking Volumes

2024

Friday, January 24, 2025

BRIDGET RILEY ~

 




R E A D   M E


     David Zwirner, 2022




Thursday, January 23, 2025

MORE MOSAB ABU TOHA ~

 




Palestinian Village



On the hill in the village, you can chock
the wheels of your vegetable cart
with a stone your grandfather once used
to crush the thyme. Or smash garlic with a
stone your grandmother used as a doorstop.
You can lounge
on a wicker chair near a pomegranate tree,
where a canary never tires of singing.
You can dig a hole with your hands
and find an earthworm breathing
the freshness of soil revived by yesterday's rain.
You can make tea with sage or mint.
If a neighbor or a passerby smells it,
an invitation to join is extended.
You put more cups on your table,
you walk to the garden and pick
more fresh sage or more mint.


~


For a Moment



Her small body rides in my arms
as I run to the hospital.
There is no electricity
and the inner hallways are
a forest lined with cots.
The girl I carry
is dead.
O know that.
The pressure of the explosion
tore apart her thin veins.
I know she is dead,
but everyone who sees us
runs after us.
You are alive
for a moment,
when living people
run after you.



__________________
Mosab Abu Toha
Forest of Noise
Knopf 2024








Wednesday, January 22, 2025

HEED THESE WORDS ~

 






     Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde

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TOVE JANSSON ~


R E A D   M E


      University of Minnesota Press

      2024



Friday, January 17, 2025

ALISON KNOWLES, A RETROSPECTIVE ~

 


R E A D   M E



      University of California

      2022



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