tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79416248697735909452024-03-12T17:58:33.652-07:00Words For HaitiBlog by: Andressa Kaffia BattlesWordsForHaitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00027704328351221436noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941624869773590945.post-21183167889032350892010-02-23T18:17:00.001-08:002010-02-23T18:31:35.948-08:00The Big PictureThese pictures were taken on February 1st. Three weeks after the earthquake struck Port-au-Prince.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjTozTcP1FbPDaKI-nOjLJZc6yA9XoRVClmx4wPYw4MJbQDgH6O0uwNsdOUqdePDKbGS6Wn0pSqR94hUC0Su_IaPJCAwH0XrEsZp11Y-skjb3BxqHl3pdY0exm1F_VWB32hr-zDf8SBAy/s1600-h/little+boy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjTozTcP1FbPDaKI-nOjLJZc6yA9XoRVClmx4wPYw4MJbQDgH6O0uwNsdOUqdePDKbGS6Wn0pSqR94hUC0Su_IaPJCAwH0XrEsZp11Y-skjb3BxqHl3pdY0exm1F_VWB32hr-zDf8SBAy/s320/little+boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441631983372949746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3Ks006CfBiM7BiQs4czno_Rtt5yIeQZqUzgWswcS8BkdRpd-JhUJfw84olnP9OjONR3sF4hoplnrimzqcv8lStWeRVXu4Afxt7mTOsj8QbJPkamDGaq_6yRhd2e45m9hQinCX56PFpBy/s1600-h/smiling+girl.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93uUNYjzw6TT_U9ncRqSSoBgggFmfZT1eoaDSrLKz2XgryXL6ZGuxchd6nZu4Af7EQNBr4IUwghPxReLN3fThAfsbA9VSiT_UD51kvV6Ct-hx1l9jR3CrhJVkuStomv-7uXzBj-U_O4OW/s320/washing+boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441628933913913250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhQnANT9ANfMwQhzlONSWbygfm-knnLE5YUBkkEOh_3PhjisEqHOcmtNE-pZLKnoCYlXBP2QoI3JifuDt_JRTuzkzPko9M2p7D2E01ilkn4zx7c1y5nXv0VMJx7wYf64TlbHgOpRO6wiy/s1600-h/coffin.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhQnANT9ANfMwQhzlONSWbygfm-knnLE5YUBkkEOh_3PhjisEqHOcmtNE-pZLKnoCYlXBP2QoI3JifuDt_JRTuzkzPko9M2p7D2E01ilkn4zx7c1y5nXv0VMJx7wYf64TlbHgOpRO6wiy/s320/coffin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441628838247488882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ujfJUQq5JnpZo8lxi7D3nv6hk8pmK_62mfo0KSJwBIP0zJQk66LeE3CbX4f5ZPIFuCfNM3AcmipFGwDGaEIdPqV2e7EBydOSiRERWeLq3udIBNkVa-MXcvZj1W0H1yKwXmzbLtkdxXqs/s1600-h/fire.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ujfJUQq5JnpZo8lxi7D3nv6hk8pmK_62mfo0KSJwBIP0zJQk66LeE3CbX4f5ZPIFuCfNM3AcmipFGwDGaEIdPqV2e7EBydOSiRERWeLq3udIBNkVa-MXcvZj1W0H1yKwXmzbLtkdxXqs/s320/fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441628618723278770" /></a>WordsForHaitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00027704328351221436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941624869773590945.post-31869535060285673942010-01-28T21:08:00.000-08:002010-01-28T21:42:53.096-08:00Go Fly a Kite!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRFU9yEXVbImzddQGPTEdeJsa8Kmx2l4e2aFy24UTCBFqL9v0PPKEEmwoS6pnimt5LsU8bon89fDGd_ulLvTt8nHJHR6tU87QLjjG5K4GWtWv8s9dpo147W2KgFbkidyffuTf187rW-2rn/s1600-h/Haiti-Go-Fly-a-Kite-21.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRFU9yEXVbImzddQGPTEdeJsa8Kmx2l4e2aFy24UTCBFqL9v0PPKEEmwoS6pnimt5LsU8bon89fDGd_ulLvTt8nHJHR6tU87QLjjG5K4GWtWv8s9dpo147W2KgFbkidyffuTf187rW-2rn/s320/Haiti-Go-Fly-a-Kite-21.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432024954804372386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfrUcF3IEdcuZMcDL4CT0iCr0CpSy4VlR4ssqyQ6Fm0o5MczoQJXcEy9pcidCq0vh8P9bbEa7jU-VhlPoTHUDlexW65R45UOo2iAXgRh1TO2KXApvphNJLVjixvwi6pfVUNfJ-I7yVYjC/s1600-h/Haiti-Go-Fly-a-Kite1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfrUcF3IEdcuZMcDL4CT0iCr0CpSy4VlR4ssqyQ6Fm0o5MczoQJXcEy9pcidCq0vh8P9bbEa7jU-VhlPoTHUDlexW65R45UOo2iAXgRh1TO2KXApvphNJLVjixvwi6pfVUNfJ-I7yVYjC/s320/Haiti-Go-Fly-a-Kite1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432024867864467490" /></a><br />Richard Deris and Wasnel Samuel Guirand are living temporarily in a tent outside The Salvation Army Haiti Divisional Headquarters in Port-au-Prince.<br /><br />It’s a breezy day in Port-au-Prince, and its boring in their tent. For centuries a breeze anywhere in the world has attracted children and their kites, and these kids are no exception. But, Richard and Wasnel had no kite and no money with which to buy one.<br /><br />So, they made their own.<br /><br />Using a discarded garbage bag, strips of cloth salvaged from the near-by trash canal and stripping the middle spine of a coconut palm leaf, they fashioned small kites that catch the wind and provide hours of play and relief from the boredom of their present circumstances.<br /><br />What a simple, beautiful way to remind oneself that in the wake of a terrible natural disaster, joy and a little fun can still be found in the sun that continues to shine and the breeze that continues to blow.<br /><br />Written by Laura<br />http://blog.salvationarmyeds.org/?p=688WordsForHaitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00027704328351221436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941624869773590945.post-85905051757217912012010-01-28T20:52:00.000-08:002010-01-28T21:42:01.907-08:00The strength of Humans<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSD_-VG9tFsyCO1dRcsmFUEHPWflLLYJlnTKdP_R8PYro8N9mCgVdzognqF7JovTe0-RpCst-_3MkAWzWEHR9sl051PBuDCgWk6XPqbCwBXakmOTD-KxS7Tee8b87vD_RJkBYz9DTYSPL0/s1600-h/t1larg.quake.survivor.afp.gi.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSD_-VG9tFsyCO1dRcsmFUEHPWflLLYJlnTKdP_R8PYro8N9mCgVdzognqF7JovTe0-RpCst-_3MkAWzWEHR9sl051PBuDCgWk6XPqbCwBXakmOTD-KxS7Tee8b87vD_RJkBYz9DTYSPL0/s320/t1larg.quake.survivor.afp.gi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432032108509424562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw43zPl0XxuZ08sHsJ2lFJVSyPqQLGIEp-gYCVYOEQnT3Cuq2ouqe6iBt8x80tfX_jz7DlZ4Undache26aSd7otJahWlupu4Dk84PHtS195PsAGn9-NiZRXS-TmPMEJLkMxWeJmlkhaN3V/s1600-h/_47197925_darlene_ap226i.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw43zPl0XxuZ08sHsJ2lFJVSyPqQLGIEp-gYCVYOEQnT3Cuq2ouqe6iBt8x80tfX_jz7DlZ4Undache26aSd7otJahWlupu4Dk84PHtS195PsAGn9-NiZRXS-TmPMEJLkMxWeJmlkhaN3V/s320/_47197925_darlene_ap226i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432031600640771730" /></a><br />The fact that individuals are still being pulled from underneath destruction makes my soul smile. <br /><br />Earthquake survivor spent two weeks trapped under rubble:<br />http://us.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/01/26/haiti.earthquake/index.html<br /><br />Rescuers find 16 year old girl alive 15 days after the earthquake:<br />http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/8484317.stm<br /><br />By: Jason MarsWordsForHaitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00027704328351221436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941624869773590945.post-63274776630747045952010-01-20T18:17:00.000-08:002010-01-20T22:33:20.285-08:00SpectacleThe earth shakes underneath my feet<br /><br />I step right before left in search of something<br /><br />Hope dangling nothing in front me<br /><br />But I can't turn back because there is nothing in that direction save <br />for a black hole<br /><br />I am starting to forget which way leads me forward....<br /><br />This is simply a scene unseen by me<br /><br />I have never been to Haiti<br /><br />In fact I have never been a lot of places<br /><br />But when God places words in your heart<br /><br />You have to open your mouth like a book and allow the world to read <br />the lines<br /><br />Then maybe we as humans will focus on a world outside of our everyday <br />lives<br /><br />America sits idle<br /><br />Turning the channel from live coverage of destruction to American idol<br /><br />Or the latest reality series<br /><br />The truth of the matter is that reality stares us in the face<br /><br />And we often look away<br /><br />As we spend less time thinking of others and their pain<br /><br />And more time spending for pleasure<br /><br />What we discard others see as treasure<br /><br />My wealth is in words and I give them freely to causes<br /><br />That call out to me<br /><br />Reminding me that less is more<br /><br />I have found that the richest people are the most morally poor<br /><br />The world is malnourished as far as compassion is concerned<br /><br />Apathy keeps pulling at my coat tail but I am held up by concern<br /><br />Starving children make me sick to my stomach<br /><br />Some things are just to difficult to digest<br /><br />You should have thought of misfortune before the tip of my pencil <br />introduced you to it<br /><br />But I digress:<br /><br />I found something amidst the rubble of ruin<br /><br />Bodies broken in the blackness of night<br /><br />Laying motionless forgotten in a corner of this forgotten world<br /><br />Media makes its way to capture catastrophe<br /><br />So that people can tune into a world that they would normally tune out<br /><br />Zoom out:<br /><br />This is my life<br /><br />Days of night<br /><br />Until something happens<br /><br />And it becomes lights camera action<br /><br />A show to skip over<br /><br />For something less intense<br /><br />Something more entertaining<br /><br />To take your mind off of the mess that you can't bear to watch.<br /><br />Jason MarsWordsForHaitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00027704328351221436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941624869773590945.post-64624944037321184872010-01-15T14:51:00.000-08:002010-01-20T19:15:04.776-08:00Words For Haiti<table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in" valign="top"><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12;">God places a hand of concern on the shoulder of apathy </span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12;">His voice, Calamity, shakes the rest of the world to gain our attention </span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12;">Reminding us that the loss of life ripples wider than the most thundering of quakes.<br />And dust settles on rock-hewn skin like cremation.... we have been genetically predisposed to carry the burnt pain of our ancestors on our sweat pores like blessed religion. </span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12;">My heart assures me that my feelings are normal. It is far beyond the rational mind to understand such destruction. To know that it is happening right now and not be able to lend a hand. But we are only helpless if we allow ourselves to be. So we surrender our thoughts to you, for too long we ignored you </span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12;">The more I think, the more I realize that<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:12;">I do not know much about human nature, but I hate that it takes this much loss for us to gain a sense of responsibility. </span><span style="font-size:12;"></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12;">We should have been there long before you crumbled, may we find our character buried somewhere beneath the grace of your rubble. </span><span style="font-size:12;"></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12;">find more than bone but souls<br />find humanity<br />dig us from beneath our filth<br />too long have we tried to cover you<br />wash us new<br />this heartbreak will force the stories we try hard not to hold on to </span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12;"><span style="font-size:+0;"></span>Our souls rubbed as raw as your hands as you shift through the broken<br />bless you if you can see God amongst all that rubble<br />today I love you, bleeding guilt. Hope. Terror. Prayer.<br />Today I love you as if you were mine and I desperately want to piece you back together. </span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12;">May the spirits of the fallen be reincarnated within each of us so that their story can live.<br />Let us re-attach their broken limbs using verbal glue. </span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12;">I remember my grandmother saying it’s pointless to bring flowers to the dead, so instead we send regret scented supplies to supplement what you have lost.<br />Your story will not be buried with your children.<br />It will live on in the mouths of witnesses, spectators that finally have the balls to admit that you exist. </span><span style="font-size:12;"></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >You and your Land of high mountains, fist curled, back against the wall<br />how they topper the lies and threatened to de-God you<br />your truth now resonates in our hands like destiny manifested<br />and we shall hand them over so dreams can once again touch reality </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" ><span style="font-size:+0;"></span></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >This is the re-birth breaking though bones and barriers--everything that came before has led us here:</span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" > </span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >to the undeniable interconnectedness of a people</span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" > </span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >no lines of separation/ no space between. Every breath in every child in every crevice in every corner matters. The weight of our worth will be measured now, the universe watching and recording, hope swollen in her lens. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >Showing struggle in an unfamiliar light…as humans we tight rope between Heaven and Hell, the wind pushing us in either direction…divided we fall, and our screams fall on deaf ear, our hands reaching for compassion grasping darkness tightly for fear that we will fall out of touch with light…Haiti, our fallen comrade, let our words serve as wings to bring you from the depths of destruction…let our voices guide you in your blind attempt to better your circumstances…in each letter find steps to a ladder of love and compassion until you reach the pedestal on which you belong.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" ></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:7;">Poets:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" ></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >Jason A. Mars</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >Fisseha W. Moges</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >Adam (In-Q) Schmalholz</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >Youssef Grant</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >Natalie Patterson</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >Yesika Starr</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >Daniel Weingarten </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >Thea Monyee</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >Venessa Marie Marco</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" >Gina Loring</span></p>WordsForHaitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00027704328351221436noreply@blogger.com1