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Welcome to the 5th year of 100,000 Poets (Musicians, Artists, Mimes…) for Change, and the 2015 edition of The BeZine Online 100TPC Event! If you’ve done this before and you know the score, skip to the comments or Mister Linky at the bottom of the post and begin. If you are wondering, hey, what are you folks up to then check out some serious non-fiction here:
Our mission here today as poets, writers, artists, photographers, musicians and friends is a sort-of fission for change—a burning with and expression of the desire for peace, environmental and economic sustainability, social justice, inclusion, equity and opportunity for all. We seek through our art to do a bit of old-fashioned consciousness raising, to stimulate thought and action leading to the kind of change that is sustainable, compassionate and just, and to engage in the important theme of the issues facing humanity today—but all with a goal to alleviate suffering and foster peace. We don’t want to just “talk about it,” we want words, art and music that help us take action in some way for positive change wherever we are in our lives, in our world.
We see a complex inter-woven relationship between peace, sustainability, and social justice. We all recognize that when people are marginalized and disenfranchised, when they are effectively barred from opportunities for education and viable employment, when they can’t feed themselves or their families or are used as slave labor, there will inevitably be a backlash, and we’re seeing that now in violent conflicts, wars and dislocation. Climatologists have also linked climate change, with its severe weather changes and recent droughts, to the rise violence in the world, and even contributing to inequities in areas – like Syria – where a severe drought destabilized food production and the economy, contributing to the unrest that led to the civil war, according to one study.

There are too many people living on the streets and in refugee camps, too many whose lives are at subsistence level, too many children who die before the age of five (as many as four a minute dying from hunger, according to one reliable study—more info), too many youth walking through life with no education, no jobs and no hope. It can’t end well…

photo: The Telegraph
More than anything, our mission is a call to action, a call to work in your own communities where ever you are in the world, and to focus on the pressing local issues that contribute to conflict, injustice, and unsustainable economic and environmental practices. The kind of change we need may well have to be from the ground up, all of us working together to create peaceful, sustainable and just cultures that nurture the best in all the peoples of this world.
Poverty and homelessness are evergreen issues historically, but issues also embedded in social and political complexity. They benefit the rich, whose economic system keeps most of the rest of us as, at best, “wage slaves,” and all too many of us in poverty, without enough to provide for basic needs or housing (including the “working poor,” who hold low-paying jobs while CEOs are paid record-breaking salaries and bonuses in the global capitalist system). We are united in our cries against the structures of injustice, where the rich act as demigods and demagogues. We have to ask of what use will all their riches be in the face of this inconceivable suffering and the inevitable backlash from the marginalized and disenfranchised. We need fairness, not greed.
So, with this mission in mind, and with the complexity of the interrelationships of social justice, sustainability and peace as a framework, we focus on hunger and poverty, two basic issues and major threads in the system of inequality and injustice that need addressing throughout the world.
We look forward to what you have to share, whether the form is poetry, essay, fiction, art, photography, documentary, music, or hybrids of any of these—and we want to engage in an ongoing conversation through your comments on all of the above as you not only share your own work here today but visit and enjoy the work of others, supporting one another with your “likes” and comments, starting or entering into dialogues with writers, artists and musicians throughout the world and online viewers, readers, listeners.
Think globally, act locally, form community.
—Michael Dickel, Jerusalem (with G. Jamie Dedes, California, USA)
DIRECTIONS FOR PARTICIPATION
Share links to your relevant work or that of others in a comment or by using Mister Linky below. To use Mr. Linky, just click on the graphic. (Note: If you are sharing someone else’s work, please use your name in Mister Linky, so we can credit you as the contributor—we will give the author / artist name in the comments, from the link when we post the link in a comment.)
You may leave your links or works in the comment section below this post. If you are sharing the work of another poet or artist, however, please only use a link and not the work itself.
In addition to sharing, we encourage you to visit others and make connections and conversation. To visit the links, click on Mr. Linky (the Mister Linky graphic above) and then on the links you see there. (Some Mr. Linky-links can be viewed in the comments section after we re-post them.)
Thank you!
All links will be collected into a dedicated Page here at The BeZine and also archived at 100TPC.
Thank you for your participation. Let the conversation begin …
Good morning, Jamie! I’ve linked in two poems this morning. One new one and an earlier one regarding the poverty plight. I’ll be in and out today but will try and read all of the wonderful offerings here.
Gayle ~
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Thank you! 🙂
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Just wanted to share a song that I’ve been listening to in the car lately. John Denver’s “Amazon” or “Let This Be a Voice”. It is a perfect example of singer/songwriter trying to address the issues that deeply move him. Plus, it’s got a great beat and energy!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOR3MPlmZ1U
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Thank you, Priscilla. I still miss him. He died too young.
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I do, too. His songs always take me back to the first moment I realized that loving the outdoors was my passion. I was in junior high. I looked to him to see how that passion could mature.
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– – Seven Billion – –
It’s hard to comprehend hundreds of millions.
Of human kind, there’s seven billion.
Seven Billion boys and girls
Walking around this great big world
Some don’t think within the ‘norm’
In society they’re unable to conform
If they don’t think like you and me
This does not mean they are – “lazy”
Some that think outside the box
Suffered through a school of hard knocks
Unable to work from 9 to 5
Their minds tormented, barely alive
Seven billion human brains
Some will struggle to sustain
Others judge them and torment
When pain & suffering they could prevent
Some can’t see beyond their scope
The reasons to give people Hope
Seven billion human minds
Let’s find a reason to be kind
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– – I Understand – –
I understand the Homeless Man
Confusion in his eyes
Tries to survive the best he can
There is sorrow, in his sigh
Life dealt him a deck of cards
With no Kings, Queens or pairs
Day to day is really hard
Especially when nobody cares
Tried to reach a peaceful state
Accidental over-medicate
Can not shake a dark affliction
Desperation leads to drug addiction
Society it makes no sense
Within a foggy mind
A victim of poor circumstance
Let’s find a reason to be kind
brian crandall
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Brian, so very generous in your sharing here today. Many blessings, Jamie
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Thank You Jamie. I am always absolutely honored when and if anything I write is appreciated by others
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From Gayle Watlers Rose, Concrete Gray

(A Mr. Linky contribution)
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Also from Gayle Walters Rose, A Life Can Raise Up

(A Mr. Linky contribution)
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Terri Stewart, Daily Prayers for Sabbath


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Prayers right on target. Brings to mind the old saying, “from your lips to God’s ears.” Well done, Terri.
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Los Angeles 100TPC is Streaming Live Today from Beyond Baroque!
Sat. Sept. 26th 11am – 3pm PST
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Priscilla Galasso A Palette of Change


(A Mr. Linky contribution)
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A distinctly Priscilla post. Enjoyable and thought provoking at the same time.
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Bob Self posted this lovely image on Facebook.

(A Mr. Linky contribution)
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100TPC Abu Dhabi UAE Streaming Now!
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Karen Gustafson Thinking of the Picture of the Syrian Child, Drowned

(A Mr. Linky contribution)
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Karen is a superstar poet in the blogging world who also happens to draw the most fabulous elephants. Her ideals are real. She walks her talk.
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Karen’s writing on his death came at such a different angle…really made you feel that he is all of ours…and he is.
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Yes! I felt that too. A gem.
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Soup
The kitchen is warm, and white
and filled with huge eyes and hungry
hearts. They’ve given me a metal ladle
and I scoop stew into bowls
for a quiet fragile woman
and her coatless daughter
who grins at me minus two front teeth
(did the tooth fairy come?)
and I smile, want to say hello
silently admonish my woolly tongue,
which won’t loose
and there’s such a fullness in my chest
I feel it will spill out into this giant pot of broth
and vegetables and beef
a health code violation, to be certain
and I fear I will be fired before I’ve begun.
A shadow of a man holds his bowl
in both hands, jaw set tight, gaze sure
as if he honestly prefers
this joint to the 5-star
down the street. I am unaware
of my own
disembodied limbs as I dip out his share,
avoid his stare
wondering at what has put me on this side
of the table, and him on the other.
They come, empty
and I fill only bowls
feeling it is not enough
knowing these souls
and hearts
and minds
ache, hollow.
I ladle, and hold my breath
and then my shift is over and I
pull my scarf tight
and go
home, less
sure of who I am
than ever before.
I have not returned.
.
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home, less … I volunteered at a soup kitchen and this captures the experience of feeding the unfed and the sadness of it. There was one transexual lady who was a vegan and so committed that if the only thing she could eat was a potato or some white rice, that was all she had. I remember her always with love and as a role model. Thanks for joining with us today, de. And thanks for your visit to and comment on my blog. Be well and poem on … J.
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It would be difficult, I feel, to face those who are hungry, and not just for food but for human caring and contact…a sense of someone who truly cares, for them. Your last line shows just how difficult…
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Yes! de’s piece hit on just about every point, didn’t it.
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Poverty by Ruth Sager for 100,000 Poets, 26th Sept 2015
The soul is always wealthy
The body gets confused and
Lacks this and wants that
The community has resources to share
Each person alone might have
Enough to get him through
The next moment and there
Never seems enough for the
Future, the uncertain future
And all the people who are
Counting on him to come through
We have enough for now
Will it last till we die?
Will we disappoint children
And grand children
And the worthy causes
That mean so much to us?
My beginning was shaky
Born a displaced person
In a Europe not healed
From war and cholera and typhoid
Betrayals and treaties
A Europe overwhelmed
With survivors on every
road, on every railroad.
We were displaced people
Who needed to be processed
Lucky to be sent to
Munchenberg near Kassel near
Frankfurt
To be processed.
To be documented.
To be helped by
UNRRA –
United Nations Relief and Rehabilitation Administration.
My parents, my grandparents, my
Aunt and Uncle and my new born self,
We had survived.
My nineteen year old Aunt Helanka had
died of typhus
My three month old sister Raya had
died of hunger
They had not survived.
The survivors survived together
They didn’t call it poverty
They had food from the American Army
They had decent housing
They could recover from the trauma.
They were happy for over two years
In the Displaced Persons Camp in
Muchenberg
They had community and the community shared
And jobs were created
And those well enough
Worked helping each other.
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Profoundly moving and I am familiar with this experience, not directly but because of some of the people with whom I grew up. It rings true, touch the heart. We humans often are so remarkable in our ability to get on with life. I am sorry though that so many were lost and including those with whom you were connected. Ruth, thank you for joining us today. I hope you will check out the work of others here. Many blessing, J.
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I see that you figured out how to do it, Ruth! Very nice post.
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Very touching, moving story of your own family, Ruth.
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A spoken words from Malaya called Negarakus.
http://www.negarakus.com
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Thank you, Wahid. Checking it out now. 🙂
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Unfortunately I can’t read the language, but I am sure others among us can and I appreciate your spirit. Warmest regards, J.
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Khartoum, Sudan—NAS WITH NOTEPADS livestreaming now
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CHOOSE
I have a clue
Monkeys like to be left alone
They don’t smoke cigars or play poker
Prefer not to dress up like The Three Bears
But a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do
Sunflower seeds, bananas, peanuts
Making industry out of ecology
10,000 years of giving up
Now we’re supposed to compromise
So we take what’s left and split it
Take what’s left and split
Until everything is in ownership
And no one can live
Because there are too many fences
Up to the moon and across the cosmos
March 22, 1999
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Thank you for posting, Michael!
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From Michael Rothenberg, co-founder of 100,000 Poets for Change:
CHOOSE
I have a clue
Monkeys like to be left alone
They don’t smoke cigars or play poker
Prefer not to dress up like The Three Bears
But a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do
Sunflower seeds, bananas, peanuts
Making industry out of ecology
10,000 years of giving up
Now we’re supposed to compromise
So we take what’s left and split it
Take what’s left and split
Until everything is in ownership
And no one can live
Because there are too many fences
Up to the moon and across the cosmos
March 22, 1999
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“Everything in ownership” … there’s such sadness in that. Thanks to both Michaels for this offering. xo
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I think Michael R. actually managed to post it himself, in the end…:)
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How great is that! 🙂
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Great!
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🙂
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That last verse wraps it all up nicely…but not so nice for us…”no one can live.”
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De Jackson (Whimsy Gizmo), Minding Manna

(A Mr. Linky contribution)
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Lana Phillips, Pulling Myself Up

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Earthy and true and so Lana as I am getting to know her.
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James Cowels, The Roots of Institutionalized Poverty in the Compromise of 1877

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I think we were all surprised by what we learned in James’ essay. I know he was surprised himself. He took his time with it and did considerable research. Bravo, James!
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100TPC–2015 Jakarta, Indonesia, video
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They did a wonderful job, didn’t they? 🙂 So pleased and impressed.
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Brian Shirra (Scotia Night Poetry), We Say Far Too Little

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Brian’s poem is a knock-out punch. He worked on it earlier this week to be prepared ahead and I think it shows in the quality. So many good points made in relatively few words. Bravo!
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I want to thank everyone for your amazing contributions (so far)!
It is 12:30 AM here in Jerusalem, and now 27th September here. However, in many places in the world, including all of the Western Hemisphere, the 26th still rolls on.
So keep posting, commenting, linking!
And as I sign off, Jamie Dedes will take over as MC.
Thank you so much. It has genuinely been a pleasure and very heartening how much people care, how brilliant and deeply felt the words burn, how engaged everyone has been.
Goodnight (for me, but the blog keeps rolling!)
Before I go, though, I leave you with a poem of my own:
Circulating Language Manifesto
An unrealized hunger chews against ribcages of ravens in flight
as flash floods erode history in the Wadi, flushing it to the Salt Sea.
There is no food on the table and the poet goes unpaid.
These words fill an empty plate, overflowing commerce,
an exchange rated for evaporation and condensation, loss
and replacement. This moment transforms nothing into labor.
Rising water drives thirstiness to drought even as it races forward
to parched bitterness that holds ordered tourists on its surfaces.
Order falls away with things, things lost in dreams, dreams
foretelling futures past. Electrons drove the Philosopher’s Stone,
golden silicone in bits and bytes flying past geographies of object,
flowing with subject, absent verb. What is it we pay for in this life?
Red anemones contradict drenched grasses. A small blue iris sways.
Hot dust storms coat the machinery that has frozen to our city streets
as the poet peels potatoes and pauses to reevaluate golden hues.
Sentences collapse under the weight of real prisons, unfolding
the crusty earth’s constant over turning—geological composting
as surfaces rise up and bury themselves back into the hot mantel.
Potato skins skim vodka from decay; hungers twist into shadows.
Too many dimensions in set space reduce everything again.
Orbits drop toward gravity, the strength of the iron fist clamping
down on tomorrow. Poets remain unpaid; still words overflow
into nothingness with no value placed upon added desire or its
lack. Well-written banknotes are not poems;
poems are not without a price.
—Michael Dickel
Clover, Joshua. “Value | Theory | Crisis.” Publication of the Modern Language Association of America. 127.1 (January 2012). 107-114.
Dickel, M. (2013). Circulation Language Manifesto. Diogen pro kultura magazin / pro culture magazine. No. 32 (February). Print and Online. p. 96. http://www.diogenpro.com/2-seeking-for-a-poem-international-poetry-competition-2012.html#PhotoSwipe1360743266491
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Michael, thank you for your selfless service this day, especially generous considering childcare, holy days, and the hours in. How generous as well for you to share this poem with its insight and power. “Hunger twists into shadows” … points (for me anyway) toward what we are saying about poverty, hunger, early death, lack of education and healthcare as ultimately costing everyone. So those who are so self-involved and so deluded that they think they don’t have to care, that they are safe, should sit up and take note. Of course here you are speaking “to the choir.” And what a powerful ending: ” . . . Well-written banknotes are not poems;/poems are not without a price.” Many blessings, Michael. Wishing a good night … and a quiet one in that place “surrounded by war.” Shalom!
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Thank you, Jamie.
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Isadora gifted us with two pieces today. You can access them through Mister Linky or …
Both are right on target and worth your time.
http://insidethemindofisadora.com/2015/09/26/poverty-and-hunger/
http://isadoraartandphotography.com/2015/09/26/invisible/
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Just in from the world-famous anon … a truly enlightening video … so to whomever – “thank you!”
La Via Campesina (The Farmer’s Path)
It’s about 17 min. Has English subtitles and includes commentary from farmers in tunisha, Senegal, Bengladesh, Palestine, Chile and the U.S. of A.
“We are happy to release a new Video by La Via Campesina , the international peasant movement. In this video, men and women, leaders of La Via Campesina member organizations in Africa, Latin America, Asia and Europe share their struggles and fight for food sovereignty, social and climate justice.
Again, in the film (shot during the 2015 World Social Forum in Tunisia), we hear peasant’s experiences about solidarity, women struggles, land, seeds, water, etc…
La Via Campesina brings together over 200 millions members through 164 organizations in 73 countries. Over the past 20 years, La Via Campesina has become one of the world’s biggest social movement – a fertile ground to nurture struggles and solidarity.”
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It’s shocking to see reports of homeless people beaten, even set on fire, so I wrote;
– Helplessly Homeless –
Ragged Clothes. Need sewn. I haven’t a home.
Dark night. No sight. I cower in fright.
Confused. Misused. A life of Abuse.
Sought help. Refused. Beaten and Bruised.
Starvation. Malnutrition. I have no real food.
Recession. Deep Depression. A sorrowful mood.
Cold rain. Disdain. Nowhere to retreat.
My pain. In vain. No shoes on my feet.
Angry people. Stare at me. They see me as dead.
Desparation. Condemnation. I only want bread.
Apprehension. Foreboding. Danger is near.
Exposure. No closure. I tremble in Fear.
I’m freezing. They’re teasing. They punch me and kick.
They leave. I grieve. Wish death would come quick.
© brian crandall
https://www.facebook.com/EmpathyGloballyPainfulPortraitsofPoetry
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Abject misery…I can’t even imagine.
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Honestly, as if their life isn’t bad enough. I don’t understand how people can be so vicious to somebody who did nothing to them. Their only ‘crime’ is being homeless.
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I know. Shameful, Brian.
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I don’t understand it either. Where does this hatred come from?
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Hard to imagine but there it is, exactly what we are trying to remedy.
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And still we call ourselves “human.” Under such circumstances what exactly does that mean.
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From Candy a photo of a lady begging among festival goers in Brussels and hiaku …
https://rhymeswithbug.wordpress.com/2015/09/26/poverty/
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A writer friend and I met at the library this afternoon to share some works and I showed her this event and we sat and read many of the offerings together. She and I both were very impressed and touched with the heartfelt emotion and depth that was shared on behalf of our fellow “men” who are struggling to survive. My hope is that a changing shift will awaken the consciousness of people everywhere and we can eradicate something that should not even be in existence…poverty. Certainly there are more than enough resources on this planet (if used wisely) to house, feed and nurture all 7+ billion of us.
Gayle ~
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I think – or at least I like to think – that there is a growing groundswell that will eventually (hope sooner than later) make the diference, turn the tide. We don’t hear as much about how people feel and what so many are doing to make things better. Popular media doesn’t offer fair and complete coverage. That’s why we need events such as this one. They’re necessary. Vital.
And, to your second point, when we read Francis Moore Lappe’s more recent books and articles, we find that scarcity is not the issue. The issue is will and true democracy. I think there’s hope.
Thanks for your reading here today, Gayle, and your contributions to the discussion. Warmly, Jamie
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I like to think that too, Jamie. We absolutely get shortchanged by the media…they have their own agenda. I would be interested to know just how much events, such as this one, make an impact with measurable results.
You’re very welcome, Jamie. I was happy to contribute and add my voice to the others gathered together.
Hugs,
Gayle xo
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