tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82112186539872605012024-03-19T18:44:19.444+00:00Ambrose MusiyiwaAmbrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-24502164188714867292022-12-16T18:12:00.012+00:002023-05-02T18:45:55.171+01:00Call for Participants - Forced Migration and The Arts<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Forced Migration and The Arts is an online series that brings together people with lived experience of forced migration, artists, activists and academics for conversation exploring questions around forced migration and the arts.</span></p><span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">The conversations take place in the evening on the last Thursday of each month.</span></span><div><span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">A playlist of videos from conversations we have held so far is accessible <a href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-kiEIc_8yhRIA2UBrwB8wgSTcJZ5Q0Da" target="_blank">here</a>. </span></span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div><span style="color: #222222;">As part of the series, we would also like to explore topics that include (not limited to, and not necessarily in this order): refugee camps, internment camps, detention centres, museums and galleries, libraries and archives, decolonisation, community and participatory arts, theatre, music, poetry, creative writing, methodologies, theoretical and conceptual frameworks, the UK's minimum income requirement, visual art, fine art, street art, public art, film, Haiti, Lebanon, Syria, Afghanistan, Kenya, Libya, Venezuela, Mexico, Ukraine, and more.</span></div><div><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #222222;"><i>Have you done any work around forced migration and the arts in any of these contexts? Did the work include people with lived experience of forced migration? Would you and the people you worked with like to speak as part of the series? </i></span></div><div><span style="color: #222222;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #222222;">If yes, please email civicleicester@gmail.com and let us know.</span></div><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;"><b>About CivicLeicester:</b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;">CivicLeicester is a community media channel that uses the arts, digital and print technologies and social media platforms like </span><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.youtube.com/user/civicleicester&source=gmail&ust=1671300030112000&usg=AOvVaw3sZY9NGwlHqivX5TZ9XqGL" href="https://www.youtube.com/user/civicleicester" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">YouTube</a><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;">, </span><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.facebook.com/CivicLeicester&source=gmail&ust=1671300030112000&usg=AOvVaw1eBn-zUAkkWbc2NC0v4Bfv" href="https://www.facebook.com/CivicLeicester" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">Facebook</a><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;"> and </span><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://twitter.com/CivicLeicester&source=gmail&ust=1671300030112000&usg=AOvVaw0PFybA19Y3AwGT3lXVsIC_" href="https://twitter.com/CivicLeicester" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">Twitter</a><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;"> to highlight conversations. </span></span><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: small;">The channel is unfunded and was set up after realising that, year in, year out, there were a lot of very significant activities and conversations taking place at a grassroots, community, national and international level that should be more visible but were not receiving any mainstream media coverage at all</span><span style="color: #222222;">.</span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"><div style="color: black;"><span><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: small;">Books we have published include <i><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Welcome-Britain-Anthology-Poems-Fiction/dp/1916459382/" target="_blank">Welcome to Britain: An Anthology of Poems and Short Fiction</a></i> (2023), <i><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Black-Lives-Matter-Poems-World/dp/1916459358/" target="_blank">Black Lives Matter: Poems for A New World</a></i> (2020), and <i><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Bollocks-Brexit-Anthology-Poems-Fiction/dp/1916459331/" target="_blank">Bollocks to Brexit: An Anthology of Poems and Short Fiction</a></i> (2019).</span></span></div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">Ambrose Musiyiwa</span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;">Facilitator, </span><span style="color: #222222;">CivicLeicester </span></span></div></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"><i>This post was updated on 29 April 2023 to include a list of some of the topics we would like to explore as part of the series. </i></span></span></div></div></div>Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-16518263574390857212022-06-18T22:28:00.000+01:002022-06-18T22:28:13.326+01:00dinosaurs on first street<div style="text-align: left;">would it have been safer<br />to keep on walking<br />to ignore that<br />next to the construction site<br />with its cranes<br />and its promise<br />of incongruous high-rise buildings<br />looking down<br />on the derelict memory<br />of empire<br />on this street<br />dividing the old <br />and the new<br />there<br />on the pavement<br />dinosaurs</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><i>Written on 17 June 2022. Inspired by <a href="https://twitter.com/a_musiyiwa/status/1537540554862563329" target="_blank">a find</a> on First Street, in Manchester, after dinner at HOME Mcr, after the opening of a two-day workshop and conference on Transnational Lived Citizenship Through Creative Production which took place on the 16th and 17th of June at the University of Manchester.</i></div>Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-36236438889833806962020-06-02T10:18:00.004+01:002020-09-10T17:20:47.801+01:00The Rabbit On The Moon<div>
You said you were learning Russian because you wanted to be an astronaut. And you laughed and apologised, remembering the friend who found such talk irritating because 47 was too old for dreams.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<i>Once, you stood between the sun and the moon. </i><i>There was a rabbit on the moon.</i></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
They said, then you can write an auto-ethnography about seeking refuge on the moon. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You said you weren't going to the moon. You said you were going to Mars. You said you were going to be part of a manned mission to Mars.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You laughed and said you were not to be minded, you were being you, making connections where there might not be any.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You said you did not want to be a hero because bad things happen to heroes.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<i>crow's call tears morning meadow's run</i></div>
<div>
<i>blackbird with white stripes bore news</i></div>
<div>
<i>squirrel,</i></div>
<div>
<i>giddy from dodging cars on Welford Road, cyclists on Putney Road, and buses on Aylestone Road,</i></div>
<div>
<i>markings on the road</i></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You did not know if there was an age at which you have to stop dreaming, an age at which you have to pack away dreams the way some people pack away toys.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div>
One day, in London, it was day and then it was night and then it was day again with no darkness at all in the middle.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
And you stood between the sun and the moon.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The sun and the moon were like lovers pulling to each other over the rooftops because they could not bear parting.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div>
<i>do you remember how you got here?</i></div>
<div>
<i>why did you come?</i></div>
<div>
<i>do you remember anything?</i></div>
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<br /></div>
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If you let me, I could love you forever, said the sun to the moon.</div>
Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-65054360199435212692020-05-21T20:00:00.000+01:002020-05-21T20:01:28.315+01:00Stephen Crane gets His Head Round the Hostile EnvironmentA migrant said to Britain:<br />
"Do you not see the sacrifices I make?"<br />
"How ungrateful!" Britain replied,<br />
"Isn't it enough that every Thursday at 8pm sharp<br />
"I clap for your right to die for this great nation?"Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-78998560282336286102020-02-17T00:55:00.003+00:002020-06-02T08:56:32.092+01:00this cityI<br />
<br />
this city<br />
is old,<br />
older than jesus christ<br />
<br />
this city<br />
is young,<br />
is reborn every day at 9am<br />
<br />
this city<br />
is old enough<br />
to let you move<br />
the way you want to move<br />
<br />
this city<br />
is young enough<br />
to let you be<br />
what you want to be<br />
<br />
II<br />
<br />
this city is a song<br />
a pulse<br />
a hum and crackle<br />
a trembling<br />
a feeling that if you stand still for too long<br />
straddling the roads,<br />
feeding the city,<br />
you will be pulled in,<br />
pulled up<br />
burned,<br />
turned to ash<br />
consumed<br />
<br />
III<br />
<br />
this city,<br />
a place of exits<br />
and arrivals,<br />
welcomes you<br />
as you leave<br />
<br />
IV<br />
<br />
there's no other way of looking at it,<br />
really<br />
this city<br />
is a Hotel California<br />
kind of a place,<br />
the hum and crackle you hear<br />
is no different<br />
from the current on fences<br />
keeping the horses in<br />
<br />
<i>Earlier versions of “this city” have been published in the </i>Leicester Mercury<i> (27 February 2016) and in the anthology, </i>Welcome to Leicester: Poems about The City<i> (Dahlia Publishing, 2016).</i><br />
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<br />
<br />Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-7371397992893335842019-05-20T13:07:00.000+01:002019-05-20T13:09:04.266+01:00The Politics of FriendshipOn the way out,<br />
Friendship stands at the door, <br />
and announces to the room<br />
what could have been said to the ear.Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-7153987405408551512018-11-20T21:24:00.001+00:002018-11-20T21:24:15.488+00:00shake fist at skyshake fist at sky<br />
scowl at setting sun<br />
spit at falling rain<br />
piss at driving windAmbrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-91252998045794265472018-09-15T23:18:00.000+01:002018-09-15T23:18:12.619+01:00frayed edges<br />
knock on wind like woodpeckers<br />
demanding a resetAmbrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-1208760939230548962018-06-12T21:11:00.000+01:002018-06-17T09:30:02.462+01:00These Streets Think of Summer<i>Leicester, 17 June 201</i>7<br />
<br />
we chose this place,<br />
or this place chose us<br />
<br />
looked at from above, the streets<br />
around the Clock Tower<br />
have the shape of an icicle<br />
<br />
as angels mingle with crowds,<br />
in the near tropical heat,<br />
sampling continental, Mediterranean<br />
and world dishes at the party<br />
greeting new arrivals<br />
<br />
the cooling sound and lulling spray<br />
of water from the fountain<br />
<br />
i meet Venus on Horsefair Street<br />
she cannot stop<br />
<br />
the families, poets, priests, lovers,<br />
musicians and Pan bask,<br />
picnic in the sun, remembering<br />
celebrating Venus' sister, Jo<br />
<br />
the historians, philosophers, prophets<br />
and revolutionaries at the cross<br />
pointing the way to the heart of the city,<br />
prophesy a time when money<br />
will not be a measure <br />
for human life<br />
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<i><u>Notes</u>:</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><b>These Streets Think of Summer</b> was inspired by: the Continental Market that was held around the Clock Tower on 17 June 2017; the Refugee Week celebration that was held in Town Hall Square; the event celebrating the life of Jo Cox that was held at Leicester Cathedral; and the convergence of protests that took place at Jubilee Square all on the same day. </i><br />
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<i>The poem has also been featured on the pavement at the Leicester Against War / Leicester for Peace vigil that has been taking place at the Clock Tower weekly since December 2015. The vigil is the longest running current vigil of its kind in Britain and is calling on Britain to, among other things, do more to support people who are looking for refuge as well as for an end to British military intervention in countries like Syria.</i><br />
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<i><br /></i>Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-41396767962256395482017-06-19T09:00:00.000+01:002018-11-06T22:01:22.057+00:00maybe you were rightmaybe you were right<br />
<br />
maybe you get so used <br />
to feeling trapped that <br />
you don't see a way out, that<br />
when the worst happens, <br />
you stay fairly balanced<br />
because you expected it<br />
<br />
you throw away / push away / <br />
give away / let go of / <br />
sully / abandon<br />
that which can lead<br />
to other ways of being<br />
because you no longer believe <br />
things can be differentAmbrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-148448376297014442017-06-05T09:00:00.000+01:002017-06-07T19:55:19.441+01:00come up for airbreathe<br />
<br />
<i>imagine unicorns and rainbows </i><br />
<i>and flowers in bloom</i><br />
<br />
breathe<br />
<br />
<i>imagine a world full </i><br />
<i>of butterflies, </i><br />
<i>bumblebees and hummingbirds</i><br />
<br />
breathe<br />
<br />
<i>go back to the time </i><br />
<i>when there was dancing </i><br />
<i>in the rain</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
breathe<br />
<br />
<i>stay there </i><br />
<i>for as long as you need</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
breatheAmbrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-74665601596400268952017-05-29T09:00:00.000+01:002017-05-29T09:00:08.707+01:00give me dreamsgive me dreams<br />
such as make you laugh<br />
as you sleep<br />
and smile <br />
as you wakeAmbrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-1487340073798776372017-05-13T23:52:00.001+01:002018-11-06T21:42:45.585+00:00The Sign of Jonah<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jonah was a fisherman.<br />
The Lord said to Jonah, "Go there."<br />
Jonah said, "No.<br />
I am a fisherman.<br />
I know where the fish are.<br />
There's where I go."<br />
<br />
The Lord sulked.<br />
<br />
Jonah was a fisherman.<br />
He took his boat to sea, to go<br />
where the fish were. Halfway there,<br />
The Lord raised a big storm,<br />
Broke Jonah's boat<br />
And drowned Jonah -<br />
<br />
Or, so The Lord thought.<br />
<br />
But ... er ... Jonah was a fish ... <br />
er ... man. Jonah turned into a big fish <br />
And swam to shore.<br />
<br />
Not to be out done, The Lord made tell <br />
how he'd told Jonah, "Go there" <br />
and Jonah'd said, No<br />
And how he, The Lord <br />
had cooked up a big storm, <br />
and broke Jonah's boat,<br />
And how he, The Lord, <br />
had sent a big fish to save Jonah <br />
And how the big fish had taken Jonah<br />
To the place he, The Lord, <br />
Had said to Jonah, "Go to this place."Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-31558228263499963272017-05-01T09:00:00.001+01:002017-05-01T09:00:13.685+01:00Stephen Crane Imagines HamstersA hamster said to the Universe,<br />
"Sir, I'm on a treadmill!"<br />
"You are a hamster," the Universe replied,<br />
"What did you expect?"Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-80281302015255719432017-04-12T20:06:00.002+01:002017-04-12T20:16:22.427+01:00Leicester: an Extraordinary City?A few years ago, Fiona Allan, the then Curve Theatre director, gave a TEDx Talk titled, "<a href="https://youtu.be/v6HVUXx7rAc" target="_blank">Leicester: a City of Culture</a>".<br />
<br />
The speech remains as relevant today as when it was first given because it shows part of how people who have an interest in the city and in the arts view what is happening here, what the city has to offer, and what needs to improve.<br />
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In her speech, Allan's main criticism seems to be that there is a mismatch between the way the city talks about itself and how others perceive it. As examples, she cites a Labour Party manifesto that describes Leicester as a City of Festivals and another document that describes Leicester's Diwali celebrations as "world famous", and she suggests that these descriptions are either exaggerations or hyperbole.<br />
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However, while there are a number of places around the world that are defined by or known for or associated with a particular large scale festival that takes place there, part of what makes Leicester different is precisely that many things of various sizes are happening at more or less the same time such that no one festival defines the city. <br />
<br />
What Allan calls 'volume' or 'quantity' is actually a plurality of festivals. This plurality is part of what makes Leicester a City of Festivals. The plurality is a good for the city because, among other things, it means there is activity all round the year around the arts in Leicester. The plurality and activity also creates more opportunities to create, experience and take part in arts-related initiatives for more people than would happen were Leicester a mono-festival city.<br />
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Running through Allan's commentary is the observation that much of what happens in Leicester is hidden or not known beyond the city.<br />
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While I agree with that observation, I dispute Allan's suggest that this relative invisibility is because what is happening in this city is not good enough to garner national or international attention. Instead, I suggest that the relative invisibility is because of a number of factors, one of which has to do with how London-centric media coverage and promotion of the arts in Britain is.<br />
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Allan proposes the city can enthuse others about what is happening around the arts in Leicester if it improves the way it talks about itself. At the same time as I agree with Allan, I would also say the city is trying to do just that and that as part of those efforts, the city ought to set up a dedicated arts and culture research and publicity team that, among other things, maps, documents and spreads the word about arts-related activity taking place in and around Leicester.<br />
<br />
Talking to a friend about all this, a few days ago, we agreed that another thing the city could do is draw on its strength - its plurality, diversity, internationalism or how there is someone from everywhere who calls this city home - and start having conversations with its population's source villages, towns, cities and countries about the extraordinary things that are happening in Leicester.Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-34717906983493383352017-04-10T09:00:00.001+01:002017-04-10T09:00:21.198+01:00clouds on fire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xMFix-bmHQGejRb2QfV5xhunhdxJNX9tC53_JwtDe48FfbXZnZbXIlvjts_O3i-dv6qk7iCMnuqD-IE_Zx9H48-g8zrbErM8CH14QWBKQ3HlxVH_cBJSeXwECBZ4ox8LgX8JYPg4m5hs/s1600/clouds_on_fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xMFix-bmHQGejRb2QfV5xhunhdxJNX9tC53_JwtDe48FfbXZnZbXIlvjts_O3i-dv6qk7iCMnuqD-IE_Zx9H48-g8zrbErM8CH14QWBKQ3HlxVH_cBJSeXwECBZ4ox8LgX8JYPg4m5hs/s320/clouds_on_fire.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>we wandered<br />
through back streets<br />
and over manicured fields<br />
clouds on fire<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-56392034794384491062017-03-27T09:00:00.002+01:002017-03-27T09:00:12.054+01:00tea and biscuitsHave I told you<br />
I keep meaning<br />
to invite you<br />
for tea and biscuits<br />
and then<br />
the day gets filled<br />
with things to do<br />
and I close my eyes<br />
and it is the next day<br />
and we haven't talked<br />
about tea and biscuits?Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-43280205940813469602017-03-13T09:00:00.002+00:002017-03-21T12:51:44.614+00:00The things Theresa touchesThe things Theresa touches<br />
wilt, <br />
rot<br />
and die<br />
<br />
She laughs<br />
<br />
lisping <br />
with a forked tongue<br />
<br />
dancing round the bonfire<br />
of fractured hopesAmbrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-73199836908870464922017-03-06T09:00:00.001+00:002017-03-06T19:12:20.848+00:00archivescreate<br />
curate<br />
archive<br />
past hurts<br />
<br />
take them out<br />
often<br />
display<br />
clutch<br />
scrap<br />
scratch<br />
twist them<br />
until they hurt<br />
<br />
archive them<br />
<br />
repeatAmbrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-114828066014414692017-02-27T09:00:00.001+00:002017-02-27T09:00:22.065+00:00unicorns and rainbows1.<br />
under the right conditions<br />
donkeys will turn into unicorns<br />
<br />
2. <br />
rainbows are created<br />
when unicorns fart<br />
<br />
Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-22047002527223274352017-02-25T09:00:00.000+00:002017-03-05T21:32:55.400+00:00butterflies dreamdreams <br />
that smell like hope<br />
and taste <br />
like tomorrow<br />
on wings<br />
just <br />
out<br />
of reach<br />
<br />
as leaves fall<br />
a tension <br />
in the airAmbrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-48811178128094837142017-02-20T09:00:00.002+00:002017-03-05T22:08:50.461+00:00an invitationagainst a fence<br />
by the footpath<br />
a box of early windfall apples<br />
and an invitation<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4aJ0QreuoTJpiF3J3fzTpOhmYO4nw0WpbuNkWRYOvqghR3-MB9vWnc1lXverpJv7a8sozP_qWRd9N5_Z-brwBgycLqiS6UJx7vE2S2ex0NS9q21KjN0M3Uo9S2MxnCqqUIpuaxrYD7Z5/s1600/Early+windfall+apples+-+Photo+by+Louise+Sings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4aJ0QreuoTJpiF3J3fzTpOhmYO4nw0WpbuNkWRYOvqghR3-MB9vWnc1lXverpJv7a8sozP_qWRd9N5_Z-brwBgycLqiS6UJx7vE2S2ex0NS9q21KjN0M3Uo9S2MxnCqqUIpuaxrYD7Z5/s320/Early+windfall+apples+-+Photo+by+Louise+Sings.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo (c) Louise Sings.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-21040037312122034482017-02-13T09:00:00.002+00:002017-02-13T16:34:04.366+00:00How to Let Go in 5 Easy Steps1. Go outside.<br />
2. Fill a balloon with helium.<br />
3. Tie the end with a piece of string.<br />
4. Tie a thought to the string.<br />
5. Let it go.Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-41209920072183537382017-01-23T14:59:00.001+00:002017-01-23T15:03:02.163+00:00I, MagicianStanding still<br />
I jump in eight directions<br />
at once<br />
<br />
With hands <br />
tied behind my back<br />
I embrace galaxies<br />
<br />
Dancing<br />
I light fires<br />
with my feetAmbrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211218653987260501.post-8010776326550903312017-01-16T09:00:00.000+00:002017-01-31T19:41:35.400+00:00anchoring<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJDwNfXD-c2wSTan7jbM5855fxQRx_7Vc2LtM9PL6NZvXZw05t_pUjhddQ3iSoZ0qyDA2iqoZK7WzcfZ05i6UlDCzvE0f7sFDFKCD9FWBCQbZeuSwVGcP7IUb_MyY1zZk-mVKiy6VGk5r/s1600/anchoring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJDwNfXD-c2wSTan7jbM5855fxQRx_7Vc2LtM9PL6NZvXZw05t_pUjhddQ3iSoZ0qyDA2iqoZK7WzcfZ05i6UlDCzvE0f7sFDFKCD9FWBCQbZeuSwVGcP7IUb_MyY1zZk-mVKiy6VGk5r/s320/anchoring.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>feet firmly <br />
on the pulse of space<br />
<br />
listening<br />
centering<br />
anchoring<br />
attuning<br />
<br />
floating<br />
<br />
free<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Ambrose Musiyiwahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12325345242865418582noreply@blogger.com0