Friday, 30 January 2009
the world keeps turning burning up in
flames of anger violence rape revenge
we feel guilty for our books
locks on doors
watching the clock
to race home
to our comfy chairs
how much do we care?
are we tumbling to a point of no return?
picking up speed as war births more
taking no heed of the groaning earth
if They were so overwhelmed
by Their own goodness and glory and unity
that the only thing They...He could do
and the word brought physical into being
commanded light, revealing form and tone
breathed out sound, filling sky and earth and sea
with an orchestra of birds and beasts
the most beautiful poetry of colour and movement and aroma
rhythms of rest and work
flowing sea swaying tree
line upon line of intricate detail
miniscule complexity in every curve and twist
of abundant life.
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Monday, 26 January 2009
- about 50 students occupy a lecture theatre as an act of solidarity with the Palestinians living under the violence and occupation of Gaza, drawing up a petition with requests for the university to fulfill certain actions to offer support especially to Palestinian students in the form of scholarships, sending out old computers and making a public statement condemning the current situaton
- "Hear Afrika" society puts on an event: 'Somali Aid', a fundraiser for a Somalian orphanage with poetry, DJs and live music.
- I watch a film on child slavery around the world for a my human rights course
- I'm set a spanish translation about Obama's decision to shut down Guantanamo bay
- We discuss the pros and cons of the UN
- All the bars and computer rooms on campus are full of students watching Obama's inauguration
i felt a little bit like my head had been run over. and SAD. seems the world is falling apart. and hope sometimes seems quite dim. and i know we are not experts by any means, and there's a whole lot we don't know and don't understand and haven't experienced. but all the same, i'm glad people care and are looking beyond the classrooms.
Saturday, 24 January 2009
Thursday, 22 January 2009
Monday, 19 January 2009
Sunday, 18 January 2009
The first few chapters of Jeremiah show the depth of His love in another way. It struck me just how our rejection actually breaks His heart. something that lots of people can relate to....
He cries out
and these others with whom you flirt and fumble. when did they seek you out from your secret place? rescue you in the storm?
i cannot comprehend. what is it that you see in them? you sit exposed giving yourself away to anyone who will take you. Pieces. IN pieces.
when i would have ALL of you.
loving you completely. Completing you.
Friday, 16 January 2009
why good? well, firstly, i feel like i might actually enjoy my courses this term: Human Rights (actually maintained concentration and interest in both lecture and seminar!), Anthropology of the Body (the three hour long seminar might be a bit of an effort, but there's lots of good stuff to look at) and Spanish continues (looking at Borges who will be interesting i think).
Secondly, the past 3 evenings have all been great and fitting in with stuff i wanted to do more of this term. Tuesday i helped a friend at an after school youth club (11-14 year olds), which involved assault courses in the dark taking me back to scout days. loving it!
Wednesday i went to a great open mic night ('floetics') started up by a girl from Sussex. I'd never been before but heard good reports and thought it would be a good opportunity to put into practise my aim of reading some poetry-type-stuff this year. There were a lot more people than i expected but the audience was great and I'm really glad i did it. Read 3 poems. Guess it's hard to tell what people really thought but seemed positive response. yey :-) i think i will do it again...
Last night i went to something called the 'Spanish Invasion' which is not as scary as it sounds but is an informal spanish-english exchange open to anyone meeting at a local pub. Was the first time I'd been and was really good. Friendly people and so nice to hear and speak spanish. The words definitely aren't flowing so well anymore but it wasn't toooo bad. and met a spanish girl who's really into poetry and wanting to perform. love how things link up! :-)
Thirdly am just loving my friends here, bumping into people on campus, coffees in the meeting house, etc. Feel a bit more re-established in Brighton i guess. And just been encouraged in so many ways by different people, including those who aren't in Brighton, by reminders of the truth, by openess, by generosity. By knowing i'm not alone on the journey. which leads me to...
Fourthly and most importantly God is GOOD. I am still learning what that simple oft-used phrase actually means and realising a lot of time i'm not sure i believe it. But also i am learning that His goodness does not depend on my circumstance, and that it is far beyond anything i can imagine. I also know that while i sometimes doubt, it has to be true. Because everything hinges on it...
the real meaning behind my words
while i'm seeming to be
and vague undertones
of that extra something
beneath the surface
hoping people will catch my drift
comprehend the gist
(u get me?)
of what i'm really trying to say
between the split lines
start. stop. pause. breath.
fast-slow slow fast
(...that doesn't sound funny)
overspill of thoughts
thoughts spill over
my cup overflows
permeating through the thick skin of lies
let the truth seep in and flavour life
chases darkness away
brings fortha new day
by this let me be characterised
love behind my eyes
if they are the window to my soul
i found this in my old blog, changed it a little and it was the first poem i read at an open mic this week. imagine it being read in a range of accents and quite exagerrated intonation!
Tuesday, 13 January 2009
Saturday, 10 January 2009
- there is not one way of saying things. chosing one above the other seems to take away from the whole process of thinking and questionning and analysing and suggesting ideas, because it means discarding a whole lot of what formed part of the planning process, as if it's unimportant because it won't make it to the final show. OK so yes i hate the way i have pages and pages of notes and i have spent hours working on this but if i don't 'do it right', no one will be able to tell.
-Do we chose the way of 'telling it' that we know (if we do indeed know) is what "they" are looking for or do we stay true to ourselves and risk getting a lower grade?
- they want us to be original. but their (or that of the one man who will read and mark the essay) definition of originality is highly narrow. and if original is writing something that no one else has thought of, well... how are we to know what everyone else is currently thinking and choosing to write down?! it all seems a matter of chance.
- and it leads to the bigger question of one person deciding the worth of our work, and that number potentially influencing our futures and saying that in some way we are better or worse than the next person... and i hate the fact i do still care as much as i don't want to; that i will be disappointed if i get a 2:2 and not a 2:1, because someone somewhere along the line told me that's what my brains are worth and so i will somehow be letting them, or myself down.
- and i know a degree is supposedly a 'privilege', a 'passport', and is what everything i've done academically in the past has been leading up to, and here i am begrudging the whole system yet too much a part of it to give up just yet. too proud? or just 'sensible'. and then there's all that money.....!!!
overdramatic maybe. but somehow it all makes me feel like i've put on a pair of dark glasses and everything turns a shade of grey.
(cafe 1001 on brick lane. everything i like in a cafe. homemade danish pastries, sofas, internet, cushions, good music)
(spitalfields antique market. highly random!)
wanting to make most of my day pass and not feeling like rushing back to Brighton, i took a wonder down the Thames path. Thinking to myself one day I'll be here but after seeing all the people rushing around in their suits and black coats, maybe I am not ready for it yet. I think first I'd like to go to the less known places...
Tuesday, 6 January 2009
- hot water bottles
- last fm (for access to much music), check it out
- turkish delight
- brazil nuts
but what exactly does it mean????????????
Monday, 5 January 2009
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.
Love doesn't strut,
Doesn't have a swelled head,
Doesn't force itself on others,
Isn't always "me first,"
Doesn't fly off the handle,
Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn't revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
safe with my guard down because even with my guard up you'd see right through.
and you would not avert your eyes
there'd be no flicker of disgust.... surprise....
a passion so strong and so deep i could get lost in it and i'm no longer sure if my feet are touching the ground
and i'm unaware of what's around
...all that used to fill me with fear
and rob me of my confidence
fades into insignificance
when i see
the way you look at me
Sunday, 4 January 2009
*Tea is still believed, by English people of all classes, to have miraculous properties. A cup of tea can cure, or at least significantly alleviate, almost all minor physical ailments and indispositions, from a headache to a scraped knee. Tea is also an essential remedy for all social and psychological ills, from a bruised ego to the trauma of a divorce or bereavement. This magical drink can be used equally effectively as a sedative or stimulant, to calm and soothe or revive and invigorate. Whatever your mental or physical state, what you need is 'a nice cup of tea'. (Kate Fox, 'watching the english' p.312)
Thursday, 1 January 2009
-Travels to Barcelona and Madrid