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SISTER = “Social Inclusion through Social Theatre for Equality in Romania”

  • KA1 Erasmus Plus project
  • Training of trainers

Location = Telega, Romania

Dates = 21st-31st August 2015

Participants = 50 from the EU, MENA

9 countries = Italy, Spain, Romania, Palestine, Jordan, Israel, Serbia, Turkey and Tunis.

Aim = exploring together ways in which social theatre can become a sanitation and restructuring mechanism for social relations

APPLY: http://goo.gl/forms/kZt5QXHQa4

DEADLINE: 5/08/2015

 

Social exclusion is a major problem of our time, which has replaced the “old notions” of poverty and marginalization. Social exclusion is a cause of poverty, conflict and insecurity. With this mobility we aim to improve the skills and the background of youth workers, who will be better able to identify risks and opportunities, develop themselves, and acquire additional practical tools needed to prevent and to remedy social exclusion, such as social theatre or flash mobs.

The main theme of the mobility is raising awareness of the realities and offering non-formal education tools to foster a more inclusive society through anti-discrimination youth projects with marginalised groups, against social exclusion.

Methodology: The mobility will use the non-formal and informal education methodology. Participants will be able to:

– develop their own set of skills and competences, through individual and group work, according to their needs

– develop their capacity to meet and work with new people, from different countries, backgrounds, lifestyles

– experience and improve skills of working in a multicultural team;

– improve the tolerance and the ability to constructively listen to other ideas, positions

– acquire new tools and skills to combat social exclusion

– build competences in communication

– develop ideas for new projects.

Key concepts which will be explored in our mobility will be: inclusion versus exclusion, analysing social exclusion and factors which influence it, discrimination, empowerment, youth participation versus apathy, active citizenship, local institutions and the role of NGOs,  EU and local strategies against social exclusion, attitudes towards target groups in need, taking action. Participants will learn new information, they will have space for discussion, debates, sharing and developing new tools to help them combat and surpass social exclusion efficiently.

Funding: Accommodation and meals will be provided to successful applicants. For information about travel, please see the TRAVEL Section. The fee for this project is 50€. Scholarships are available for the best participants with difficult financial situations. To apply for a scholarship explain your situation in the application form.

If you are interested in participating in this project please fill out the application form at the top of this post. For any questions contact us at: ecoarisis@yahoo.com

Be super-fast in sending the application form for a chance to choose your accommodation J

BONUS: your flights will be cheaper

Photos & Details of Location: http://www.bailetelega.ro/index.php

 ‘’Theatre is a form of knowledge: it should and can also be a means of transforming society. Theatre can help us build our future, rather than just wait for it…’’ – Augusto Boal https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5cYAz6n4Ag

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Social Theatre – Building a Chance for All

13th-23rd April 2015, UK

‘’Theatre is a form of knowledge: it should and can also be a means of transforming society. Theatre can help us build our future, rather than just waiting for it…’’ – Augusto Boal

 

“Social Theatre – Building a Chance for all” is KA1 Erasmus Plus project to be held in West Lexham, Norfolk, UK from the 13th-23rd of April 2015. Click here for more information.

 

This mobility will bring together 55 participants + 3 trainers and 4 support staff from 11 EU and neighbouring countries: UK, Turkey, Tunis, Spain, Romania, Portugal, Palestine, Serbia, Jordan, Israel and Italy.

 

We will be exploring together ways in which Social Theatre can become a sanitation and restructuring mechanism for social relations. Sounds exciting? Apply here before 1/03/2015

Want to gain valuable working experience with European Funding, Project Management or Logistics in a dynamic environment? INTERN with us – e-mail us max 100-word motivation and attach a short cv at erasmus.project.home@gmail.com

…Theatre was created to tell people the truth about society and life …

 

To hold on to your veil like the last handle bar in front of the abyss.

To have the confidence and peace to let go of your veil and stay dead calm.

“Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song,

namely their silence…” Franz Kafka, 1917,  The Silence of the Sirens

 

 

No one dares to breath

almost

no one opens their eyes more

than an eye lash, more

than the strictly necessary for the bare minimum

no one opens any opening more than the absolute necessary

light, food, thought, faeces

light, food, faeces

food, faeces

faeces

 

No one dares to do anything else than everyone else.

It´s not just survival, it´s the heard.

 

No one dares because in these times of strain, they have to appreciate the sacrifices that the fore runners and the hounds of the herd are making for them and

continue

enjoying their lives.

 

Their lives are worth living.

Our lives are worth living!

It´s the lives of some of us

only

that are not worth living.

So they can die for our lives to be enjoyed.

 

 

Others

see what happens if they dare!

The others know.

We all know

and nobody dares.

 

Silence pierces through brain.

Siren pierces through the silence.

The piercing sound sounds like a siren

piercing through the brain.

The brain is metallic and the echo of the siren will forever sound piercing a hollow metal sphere which was our brain.

It is the cage of our brain.

The metal piercing metal

and with some sparks

sounds forever in our airtight skull.

 

 

***

 

 

It’s a very tense silence. I walk slowly with my senses wide open. I wear one headphone just in case, to maintain my protection, my visual sign of non-involvement. If I am scared? Maybe a bit more careful and aware than if I had been in tel aviv- depending on the area, naturally.

I arrive at the station, no bars, it’s not closed but no busses. I ask a group of three men, 2 looking westerners, both sunk in their smart phones, another looking Palestinian also sunk in his. I ask in Arabic, I judge it’s wiser, more neutral in the context, had I been in Tel Aviv I would have asked in Hebrew. What a luxury to have differentiated and preferential communication at one´s disposal.

The Palestinian is watching some talk show on his phone and smoking-I smell regular tobacco and two kids are flying balloons: one reading Hope another with Tweety. A 50 year plus lady appears asks about the bus and sits on the edge making the westerners gather together. She lights up her cigarette on the border of social acceptability, with the necessary indifference. Quite vital.

After half an hour of waiting the bus arrives 4 foreigners board, all burnt from the sun, some peeling already, others just looking like crabs. I suspect two are Russians living in the Abraj. Great, they will open the bottom door for me, side smile, I will have to make conversation.
***
I have made a random guy cry various times during a coffee and 3 cigarettes, in East Jerusalem, just after the imaginary border (only Google Maps sometimes knows it). I learnt his life and philosophy. I supported and contradicted him on world politics and in personal affairs. It’s a normal story he said various times. It’s like this:

“I was in prison for a year and a half since I was thirteen and a half. I learnt a lot in prison. I learnt Hebrew and about the world and I read and I understood. About politics, about organization about the world. For me it was a time of growing, I was there with everyone: with hamas and fateah and normal people and with the Israelis and I understood about all of them. This can be done through the schools as well, people shouldn’t have to go to prison to learn. They said I threw stones and I was next to a bus and burnt it, I don’t know if I did it, I really really don’t know, I don’t remember, it seems such a long time ago. Since then I am on the black list and I can’t do anything. I can but always I have problems. Then I started with music and did so much. Now everyone, musicians who come to Jerusalem talk to me and I am a reference. I am very proud of what I did with this and my life. Also in Europe I went to study and did many tours and concerts. A long time ago I could have left and stayed there if I had wanted but why to do this? This is my home and where in feel connected and where I want to live.

 

And what happened there that tied him so strongly to this land? (And side question: is the conflict identitarian or for survival?)

 

I was born in the Old City of Jerusalem 34 years ago. I bought a house in Anata, now half in Jerusalem half behind the wall. When I saw it´s behind the wall, I wanted to get another house in Jerusalem. I kept that one for now, because I´m not married, but I built one more floor on top of my parents´ house. It´s nice to be with all the family. And the army came to demolish my house. 10 years I paid lawyers and trials to keep my house, and they came to demolish it. So when I see they start, I come with my brother, I say stop! It´s my house I want to demolish it! And with my brother. And we started and we demolished all of it. And in a week I got a ticket 70,000 Shekel because I didn´t demolish it the right way. So! Imagine! Just think about this anywhere in the world! And if I let them demolish it I have to pay them more to demolish it with their machines!

 

So then I said ok, maybe I don´t marry. And maybe I should just stick to my music and play. So we have an organization and we do concerts and tours and shows, mostly theatre and music. And we have many partners and a lot of people know us.

 

You tell me, do you see peace happening here?

Do you have hope?

 

***

 

At night there is sometimes a plane, watching hungrily over us. There´s just a blanket of cement between us. There´s just a button and a few meter-seconds. There´s just absolute trust between us.

 

Then you sharpen your years until silence pierces through the metallic hollow sound of the spherical cage and you start hearing the sirens across many kilometres.

 

I have listened so hard, that I have heard the donkey wake up.

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She makes signs

Posted: June 14, 2014 in Poems in English
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There is hardly an end to the depth of the slime. One can swim for a while, can float for a while, jump around like a fly in the jar, but in the end understand that the jar is in a jug. The density of water draws arabesques around our bodies. The sun has hidden behind the mountains of the seabed and envelops Jordan in a bright red aura. Floating up and down like the pin of a seismograph is an exercise which breaks the horizontal columns of communication, while keeping them from drowning and later they rearrange freely. Reclining on the divan or sitting cross legged on the tabourette we talk the afternoon away. Privileged view point from the balcony – all the northern part of the sea and our neighbours and cousins.

 

There is hardly anything to says in this placid day: the hour has evaporated, the sky has fused with the desert, the barren creeks might well be hiding a flood in the horizon, nothing would move this thought: it is nice to be stuck in the present. And I open my lungs wide and spread my neurons across the globe, to perceive everything, to digest the world, to bear it all within my aura.  It is nice to be absent-minded in the proximity of you.

 

Again, unadvertedly, the shadows grow. She makes signs in the slime, in the air.

 

The tabs are quite intuitive, and really, anything goes 🙂

There comes a warmth, my baby, when I think of you

There comes a whirlpool of joy into my veins

I lift my candle-stick fingers to Heavens and bruise

Their gate of fire and waters with my verse

I had a glorious youth all around the world – I did so much

I traveled love, joy, pain and sorrow and I learned the blues

But then I looked around: new people, new places, new time

No one I knew: just you

So I gave you my wing and said: Babe, do you cruise?

Wheeaaa-haaaa

Chorus: There comes a warmth, my baby, when I think of you

There comes a whirlpool of joy into my veins

I lift my candle-stick fingers to Heavens and bruise

Their gate of fire and waters with my verse

II. And we drove through the planets, walked around the sun

We made castles in the rainbow

and flew through the forest

and smiled on the terrace

and dived in the mountains

and tanned in the pig-drone

and ate in the bedroom

and tracked through the corals

and we sang the blues.

But then the day of winter came to throw us back to one

and I prayed: Oh won’t you leave us live happy, Lord, just one more day…

Chorus: There comes a warmth, my baby, when I think of you

There comes a whirlpool of joy into my veins

I lift my candle-stick fingers to Heavens and bruise

Their gate of fire and waters with my planes.

Us and the Earth

Posted: November 23, 2013 in Poems in English
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So many Stars fall tonight.
The devil of night seems to hold the Earth in his hands
and blows in a tinder

to light it sizzling.
Tonight, when so many
stars fall, your young witch
body burns in my arms
like in the flames of a pyre.

Mad,
I extend my arms like fire blazes,
to melt the snow of your naked shoulders
and to drink, to consume with hunger,
your strength, blood, pride, your spring, everything.

At dawn, as the day will light up the night,
when the ashes of night would be taken away
by a wind towards sunset;
at dawn, I would like us to be
the ashes,

too, us and – the earth.

—Lucian Blaga—

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It has been said time and again that negotiations are not just official dealing between states or companies, but rather is a daily exercise that all of us practice, mostly without knowing. Negotiation of all kinds is totally dependent on communication of all kinds and the ¨First Instinct¨ is important.

In the beginning of any acquaintance there is always a moment of truth, when both people drop for an instant every mask or acquired configuration and appear truthful and pure in front of the other. This occurs when one has sufficient desire to know the other that all conscious and unconscious energy is focused on infiltrating through every pour of the other in order to decode them and translate the basic meaning in one’s own terms of reference – essential deconstructivism.  In that particular moment self-awareness becomes so low that the other is almost free to do the same. This coincidence of moments of weakness or purity is the basis of any meaningful communication.

Of course it is possible and even likely that one of the two participants doesn´t sense the moment of openness and wastes it. This will give the other person an edge of understanding, but will not help the relationship in the long run.

A. Badiou: ¨Love between two people is the minimal form of communism.¨

Akko PortEver unfinished buildings, without windows or doors, a cemetery of self-contained, hallucinogenic houses. This is how we all lived, knowing our thresholds and those of humankind. Thus we hid of the sun and of the cold, of men, hoping that the right anger stretches tomorrow the spines of our children. Spring morning in the trees which we now plant in Gaza. The flowers of our instants. The res cogitans becomes fluid in the temporary differences, we don’t cross in order to be on the other side, we are fragmented in the living so that the recomposition of our great body be opened to the light. Unity in expansion, in the regaining of the branches and trunk of our land.

Spatial disintegration, temporal strain, natural conjunction of consequences in all the accords of the jazz which was closing our walnut nights in. This enjoyment in the second, in the instantaneous touch of reality is not simple mystification for lack of words, but for lack of psychological buttress versus the despair of nothingness. The god has imploded.

Soliloquy

Posted: February 20, 2013 in Uncategorized

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t! ah fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: and yet, within a month–
Let me not think on’t–Frailty, thy name is woman!–
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow’d my poor father’s body,
Like Niobe, all tears:–why she, even she–
O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn’d longer–married with my uncle,
My father’s brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules: within a month:
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.

Spoken by  Hamlet, Hamlet Act 1 Scene 2:

Flash with pieces of (dis)pair

Posted: February 20, 2013 in Poems in English
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The city at dusk

I sit myself better, with the head leant on splinters – metal with a taste of blood, of life, of past. This will be my final poem, a confession, a word extended in a million shreds, a substance so uncertain like the now, the I and everything else. Some signs in other horizons of meaning, in some dead languages, uselessly pick up from the valleys of desperation. Gathered with the hope that you could walk the last hundred meters up to the top, come back to the height of all that null sense, the only one able to satisfy now, by being absolute.

This here, there, is the fire bath, that there, here is our present perfect. The referentiality will stop having an object, objects, the sequential logic which is building our time, building us, leaves.

Leaves for a while, for some hours, leaves while you don’t realize that the despair for the nothingness is not leaving, but this time, for us it’s forever. Do you imagine the explosion of light that we will be, both of us bathing naked, beautiful in this light that sanctifies, curses, you exploding in me and me exploding.

The noise storm doesn’t pass through the flesh, don’t worry, what you hear are my last heart beats. If only I could take you out of there, but what would you do swimming in the blood of the world, it’s better if you drown in ours. A man has brought me water, you are almost dead already, I have a few seconds left to finish the poem, I told him to spare the effort, he drank it in a second. You see, this world is not worthwhile.

The angels pass.

**** For Operation Pillar of Cloud ****