Films on Conflict Around the World
Saturday 29th November 3.00 pm
The New Theatre 43 East Essex Street, Dublin 2
- “Mi Fink”: Make it happen – 3.00 pm
- Road to Revolution – 3.30 pm
“Mi Fink”: Make it happen – 3.00 pm
“Mi Fink”-Make it happen! shows the process of community organization and resistance. This participatory action arose in the face of vulnerability to losing the land: one of the few things that keep the community united and free. Since the abolition of slavery in Colombia, the land has sustained the food supply and the economy of the Afrodescendant people of Villa Rica. Today the sugar companies dominate the area, planting sugar cane as a monoculture, thereby forcing out the traditional small farms of the region. Some families are resisting this eviction and the loss of their livelihoods. As a result, the life of Jota, one of the community leaders,is being threatend.
Road to Revolution 3.30 pm
Taking off from Istanbul, the “Road to Revolution” crosses some of the most tense territories on the planet – Syria, Lebanon, Jordan, Israel, Egypt, Libya, Tunisia, Algeria and Morocco. Tiago Carrasco, João Henriques and João Fontes will be determined to find out more about the lifestyle, culture and beliefs in those territories. Three journalists travel 15.000 kilometers and 10 countries in the Maghreb & Middle Eastern region, following the path of the Arab Spring.
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Sing bog cotton carols, speak
in soft whisperings,
blow cool wind to calm summer’s heat,
clawing gloopy smells of faded day.
Their suitcases laughing,
filled with cruciform spinning tops
songs and incantations
a flock of giggling goats.
They frighten indoctrinated bombosities
shiny political pomposities
yellow beasts wandering
whose paws choke the night
To de-indoctrinate them
from that cronied sycophant in them
they’re impaled on Celtic Crosses
and left swirling on the bog.
The Blue Moon Women sing to them
soft and sweet they sing to them
and the goats circle round
nibbling at their toes.
Till they squeal out all their vanity
return to normal sanity
and serve the people properly
walking humbly down the roads
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I would like to live in the West, at the edge
of the world, on a small holding,
walk my cow each day to the milk shed
and see which hen I am beholding to
for laying an egg. I would change
wheat into loaves, fill my plate from the field,
stack turf like gold bars for the kitchen range,
and conceal my distillery in creels.
Instead, I have stood at the town’s crossroads
and listened to who is ‘Wanted’ across the border,
who is being adulterous on the old bog roads
and who sprayed ‘Ireland is out of order!’
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this poem is rededicated to the protesters in Jobstown, Sligo and elsewhere
On this day of tear-gas in Seoul
and windows broken at Dickins & Jones,
I can’t help wondering why a history
of those, who made their point politely
and then went home, has never been written.
Those who, in the heat of the moment,
never dislodged a policeman’s helmet,
never blocked the traffic or held the country to ransom.
Someone should ask them: “Was it all worth it?”
All those proud men and women, who never
had the National Guard sent in against them;
who left everything exactly as they found it,
without adding as much as a scratch to the paintwork;
who no-one bothered asking: “Are you or have you ever been?”,
because we all knew damn well they never ever were.
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