In this Issue:
Anderson University, Indiana
Ohio University – performance and talk
Ohio Workshop with Burning Feather
Oberlin College, Ohio
Paths of Initiation
‘The Blessing Next to the Wound’- excerpt
‘Maybe a Poem’ – by Vivien Sansour
Anderson University, Indiana – February 23rd – 25th
Hector recently performed NightWind at Anderson University, Indiana. The performance was followed by two workshops; ‘Awaken Your Imagination’, which was open to all, and ‘Transformational Teaching’ with the students and faculty of Anderson University.
Here is what Marian Osborne Berky had to say about Hector’s visit:
Dear Hector, students are still talking about your work with them last week. One student in class this morning said, “I miss Hector.” You did have a profound influence on a number of folks here. You stretched some, you encouraged and invigorated others, and you challenged all of them to work out of their passions. Thank you!
Marian Osborne Berky
Anderson University Peace and Conflict Transformation Program
Ohio University – April 29th and 30th
Thursday April 29th: Lecture – The Popular Theater as a Tool for Social Change
In this interactive lecture Hector will explore with audience participation some of the main techniques he has been developing while traveling the world and working with communities at risk.
Time: Noon- 2:00 PM –- FREE Event
Venue: The Frank W. Hale Jr. Black Cultural Center, MLK Jr. Lounge/Room #100-A
Address: 153 W. 12th Ave. Columbus OH 43210-1389. Phone: (614) 292-0074
Friday April 30th: Nightwind – a solo play & workshop
Time: 6:30- 8:00 PM — FREE Event
Ohio Workshop with Burning Feather – May 1st
Saturday, May 1st, 9am-noon and 1-6pm
Wild Goose Creative
2941 Summit Ave,
For reservations and information, call: (614) 975-1085
and visit: http://burningfeather.org/
Hector will be returning to Oberlin, Ohio, during the week of May 3-8 to offer an intense ‘Awaken Your Imagination’ workshop, along with street theater training. Details to follow! Check our website for updates.
Paths of Initiation
A Mentoring Retreat for Younger and Older Men
Mendocino, California ~ August 17-22, 2010
Mendocino Woodlands Camp, Mendocino, CA
Proceeds support Voices of Youth and Intercultural Projects.
For more information and registration visit the Mosaic website at: www.mosaicvoices.org or contact the Mosaic office at: 206-935-3665.
The Blessing Next to the Wound – excerpt
“Hernán Darío was a sissy. He was a Mama’s boy. When we played soccer in the street, he cried, afraid the ball might hit him. Was it my fault? my mother sometimes wondered. After three boys, I wanted a little girl so bad, is that why Hernán Darío came out like a girl?
I was also capable of crying like a girl. One night I heard terrible whimpers and found a kitten in the yard. It had been horribly injured, its body half-crushed, and I looked on its suffering and had no idea what to do. Then along came Hernán Darío, incapable of hitting a ball or hurting a fly. Do something. I was crying, Someone has to do something. My brother picked up a rock. Do you want me to put it out of its misery? All I could do was cry. Do you want me to kill it? he said. Hector, please stop crying, and he smashed the little creature’s head. I should have realized then that when it came to killing pain, Hernán Darío wouldn’t falter.”
—from The Blessing Next to the Wound: A Story of Art, Activism, and Transformation, now available for pre-order from Lantern Books. Available June 2010!
Maybe a Poem
By: Vivien Sansour
I thought maybe a poem would save me
From wishful thinking
From a bomb dropping on my life
Two stories told in two stories falling
We did not have to go to Jenin to see
Men rolled over by 80-ton tanks
Women forced to be naked and a young girl warrior
No we did not have to go to Jenin
But someone suggested that perhaps these people driving those tanks
No way humans
A heart missing
An old man sobbing and I am packing
Going to Jenin and no poem will save me
From life stories that will force me to see the smallness of my scope
From loneliness self imposed
From cold days passing ever so slowly
No poem is going to save me from thoughts drilling my skull:
You belong here, you don’t belong here
You belong there and you don’t belong there
You are Palestinian
You are not Palestinian
You are woman
You are not woman
You are a diamond and you are a shit
No poem has come running through wheat fields to rescue me from my last collapse and my next escape
I will fly away from here
Like I did ten years ago
I did it once I can do it again
And I pack my bags going to….
Yet another beginning
We are now in the midst of the storm
Stories about myself don’t go away when I write
They don’t abandon me when I complain
Stories about who I am
You are lazy
You are good for nothing
You never finish
You never stick to it
You you you you quitter when the going gets tough
And that savior poem is still in the waiting
Like Godot she never comes
And like the things I end
She carries a beginning
And I understand
A poem is waiting for me to come,
Perhaps I can save her
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