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Feature: The Poets Speak Desiring peace inspires verse.

Happening Person: Jan Cuny



Zinn in Eugene
Dr. Howard Zinn, noted historian, political scientist, peace and justice activist, and author of several books, including A People's History of the United States, will lecture on "Terrorism and War" in Eugene on Friday, April 4, at 7 pm at the McDonald Theatre.

For nearly a half-century, Dr. Zinn has been both chronicler of and participant in major U.S. peace and justice movements. A Jewish American whose working-class immigrant parents labored in poverty all their lives, Zinn does not suffer from the delusion that hard work is all that's required to realize the "American Dream." Likewise, he is keenly aware how past and present U.S. political leaders and institutions preserve our nation's wealth for the few and perpetuate for tens of millions of Americans the concomitant violence of poverty, hunger, and ignorance in service to so-called national interests.

Nevertheless, Zinn remains hopeful. In his writings, teachings, and activism, Zinn bears witness to the indefatigable spirit of ordinary people who successfully overcome their oppressors.

"How often in this [past] century we have been surprised," Zinn proclaims, "by the sudden emergence of a people's movement, the sudden overthrow of tyranny. We are surprised because we have not taken notice of the quiet simmerings of indignation … of protest … of resistance that, in the midst of our despair, portend the excitement of change."

Zinn adds, "Isolated acts begin to join. Individual thrusts blend into organized actions, and one day, often when the situation seems most hopeless, there bursts onto the scene a movement." Ultimately, Zinn concludes that to be hopeful "is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness."

Tickets for Zinn's lecture are available at the EMU ticket office ($6/stu., $8/public). Call 346-0634 for further information. Bo Adan, UO Concerned Faculty for Peace and Justice

 

Rudderless Council
Eugene City Councilors met Feb. 8 for eight hours to set a "shared, future-focused strategic policy agenda" for the city — but failed.

"I don't think any of us would disagree that the session did not meet its objective," Sue Diciple, a Portland facilitator hired to run the meeting, wrote the council. "The dynamic of the council, as it exists now, is not such that a collaborative process will work effectively."

After new members are elected every two years, the city council traditionally meets to set its high priority goals for the city. This is the first time in at least a decade that the council has failed to reach consensus on what broad goals the city organization should pursue.

Diciple pointed to "process guidelines" handed out to the council to facilitate the failed meeting. The guidelines included such advice as: "be willing to listen;" "focus on the good of the group;" and "manage your own disappointment." Diciple said "none of those guidelines were successfully met by the group as a whole."

"I don't think the guidelines are unrealistic," Diciple said. "Some councils, even some that can be quite contentious, are largely successful on all six points when conducting their goal-setting business."

Mayor Jim Torrey said at a March 12 council meeting that he found the fractious meeting embarrassing. "I was [embarrassed] as the facilitator was as I'm sure most of you were. I'm glad we weren't on television that day."

"I didn't feel real good about the way it came out," said Councilor Nancy Nathanson.

"We're going to produce flawed goals for the next two years," said Councilor George Poling.

City staff developed a list of four possible council goals from the Feb. 8 meeting that they felt might have majority support on the council. "I didn't perceive there was consensus around any of the four issues," acting City Manager Jim Carlson said. The four proposed goals included: "Strengthen relationship with University of Oregon;" "Address the needs of the community's most vulnerable members;" "Address the needs for out-of-school educational and recreational activities for children and youth;" and "Ensure effective, efficient local government services."

Possible actions under the goals included such things as: privatizing city jobs; giving free library cards to low-income Springfield kids; and working with the UO to site a new basketball arena.

"I'm really disappointed" with the list staff came back with, Councilor Scott Meisner said. "I don't think it matches what we discussed at all."

Councilor Betty Taylor faulted the facilitator for wasting half the day with staff presentations rather than council discussion. She said Diciple had focused on her own goals rather than the council's.

Taylor questioned whether siting a basketball arena was an appropriate goal of the city council. "It would be embarrassing to say that's one of our goals," she said.

Councilor Bonny Bettman said the city should not subsidize the UO basketball arena with city land and staff time as it did with the Autzen Stadium expansion.

Taylor said many of the goals are supported by only four councilors but, by new council rules, at least five councilors must vote to even schedule a discussion topic at a council meeting, adding, "I find it very ironic."

It's not clear how the council will continue to work on its goals. Some suggested another goals meeting after Dennis Taylor, the newly appointed city manager, takes office this month.

In the past, city council goals haven't been very important. Most city staff time and money is already committed to the daily operations of the city and meeting goals and projects established by prior councils. Some earlier councilors have criticized city staff for simply listing what they already are doing as working toward the broadly worded council goals.

There did appear to be at least some hint of consensus on not having any goals at all.

"We haven't even decided if we need goals," said Councilor Jennifer Solomon.

Taylor, Solomon's political opposite on the council, appeared to agree. "I'm not sure we need goals."    —Alan Pittman

 

Don't Fight
A free introductory nonviolence training workshop will be held next Sunday, April 13th.

The training focuses on the philosophy, principles and tools of nonviolence. Participants will learn the stages of organizing an effective and progressive social movement, and plan together for future political actions and continued community building. The Sunday, April 13th free training is from 1 pm to 6 pm in the EWEB Training Room. Call the Nonviolence Response Network, 896-3996 for registration and information.

 

Bikes Not Bombs
Members of Students for Peace at UO are finding different ways of drawing local attention to world problems, including a new once-a-month, rain-or-shine bike ride in protest of our nation's dependence on foreign oil as a primary energy source. Rides are the first Thursday of every month, beginning at 3:45 pm. Riders gather in front of the UO Amphitheater. A ride is scheduled for Thursday, April 3.

About 35 students rode bikes and carried signs through the streets of Eugene in the first Bikes Not Bombs ride March 6. The cyclists circled the Federal Building several times to make their presence felt.

Although "Bikes not Bombs" does not formally protest a war in Iraq as the name implies, the connection is unavoidable. "Oil consumption has led to countless environmental, economic and political problems in the U.S. and abroad," says one organizer. The U.S. Office of Transportation Technology reports that the U.S. consumes 840 million
gallons of petroleum daily, a cost of $1.5
billion.          — John Husby

 

Urban Environmentalism
The 9th annual HOPES (Holistic Options Planet Earth Sustainability) Conference will be held April 10-13 at the UO. The theme is "Ecological Urbanism." The conference is presented by the Ecological Design Center, of the UO School of Architecture and Allied Arts, an interdisciplinary organization committed to the development and promotion of work that "strives to create environmentally responsible communities and places."

Organizers note that while most demonstrations of ecological living to date have focused on rural living, the fact is that most of the people in industrialized countries live in urban or suburban areas. "How do we move ecological design from remote and often fringe experimentation to becoming the mainstream way we design our urban environment?" they ask.

Featured speakers include Stuart Cowan, Kathryn McCamant, Lois Arkin, Mark Lakeman, Richard Register and Jim Leach. Live music, networking and a showing of the film Visions of Utopia will be part of the conference. For further information and a complete schedule of events, see http://edc.uoregon.edu

 

Weed Heater
The city of Eugene has a new weapon against weeds that doesn't involve chemical warfare.

An "eco-weeder" system kills plants with infra-red heat. The device superheats the targeted weed, causing it to dry up and die. The eco-weeder works well in sensitive natural areas because it doesn't harm nearby plants or pollute waterways. It can also be used in rainy weather where chemical spraying is not very effective.

But the city still plans to use plenty of toxic chemicals in parks. The eco-weeder doesn't work well on grasses and bigger weeds and takes more time to use than herbicides, according to a city newsletter that stated, "Although it will not entirely replace the need for chemical-based products, this system will reduce the amount of herbicides used in Eugene's park system." —Alan Pittman

 

A World Against War
Anti-war protests and rallies have erupted around the world during the past two weeks. According to the BBC, more than 100,000 people marched through Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia — the world's most populated Muslim country — in an angry protest against the U.S. war on Iraq. Many wore traditional Muslim dress.

China held its first ever officially sanctioned anti-war protest, although only about 100 students gathered at Beijing University. Students held a banner that read "Respect life, oppose war."

The BBC further reports that in Genoa, people lay down in busy streets to simulate Iraqis killed in air raids, while in Bogota, people marched naked through the streets.

At home, protesters came out in droves. Boston held the biggest protest since the Vietnam war, attracting tens of thousands who chanted, "This is what democracy looks like." Other cities throughout the U.S. have held major anti-war demonstrations.   —Aria Seligmann

 

Moore on Bush
According to Variety Online, Michael Moore, whose Bowling for Columbine won the Oscar for Best Documentary Film, is putting together a deal with actor Mel Gibson's production company to finance Fahrenheit 911, a documentary that will trace the roots of terrorism against the United States.

Variety says Moore will use his camera lens to look into the alleged dealings between two generations of the Bush and bin Laden clans, and quotes Moore as saying, "The primary thrust of the new film is what has happened to the country since Sept. 11, and how the Bush administration used this tragic event to push its agenda."

Moore told Variety the film "certainly does deal with the Bush and bin Laden ties," and "asks a number of questions that I don't have the answers to yet, but which I intend to find out."

The Variety report said that President George Bush I and Saudi construction magnate Mohammed bin Laden, the father of Osama — had a longterm business relationship. "The senior Bush kept his ties with the bin Laden family up until two months after Sept. 11," Moore told Variety.

The planned release of Fahrenheit 911 is in time for France's Cannes Film Festival in 2004, and just before the U.S. presidential election in November.

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The Poets Speak
Desiring peace inspires verse.

It's been said that in time of war, there's no holding back the poets. Copper Canyon Press (Port Townsend, Wash.,) founder and poet Sam Hamill was invited to the White House for a poetry symposium in January. To celebrate his invitation, Hamill e-mailed 50 people asking for anti-war poems to send to the First Lady. He received 1,500 responses in four days.

"I didn't know there were 1,500 poets in America," Hamill told the New York Times.

In response to Hamill's poetic peace protest, Laura Bush canceled the symposium. Her press secretary explained to the NYT that while the First Lady believes in the right of all Americans to express their opinions, "She, too, has opinions and believes that it would be inappropriate to turn what is intended to be a literary event into a political forum."

The symposium was intended to honor the writings of Emily Dickinson, Langston Hughes and Walt Whitman.

For two weeks in March, we ran a blurb in the "opportunities" section of our calendar asking for submissions of anti-war poetry. The submissions were not paid for. We heard from local poets whose works of art are inspired by deep feelings and the desire for peace.

In honor of National Poetry Month, we give voice to our readers and dedicate this space to all who know the pen is mightier.

Please check the calendar for ongoing poetry events throughout the month of April. –Aria Seligmann
 

Lady Liberty
by Marietta Bonaventure

"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless,
tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door
."

– Inscription on the Statue of Liberty, New York City, NY, USA -

 

Pack up the statue of liberty & ship her back to France.
The days of the huddled masses are over.
We are assuming our place as Super-Power
and redefining our National consciousness accordingly.
You see, we don't have time for the huddled masses anymore.

 

The horrors of history are about to be revisited.
Small pox blankets are out of the closet.
The pinchers are in the fire for the new Inquisition.
The scent of burning flesh is once again on the breeze
And the conqueror's whip is raised to assure that
The grind of colonialism never EVER grinds to a halt.
genocide
witch hunts
holy war

 

Holy shit! I guess we didn't learn anything from history,
Because here we are, bound to repeat it.
But bigger & better than before!
Believe it.

  So tell her to get packing
We don't need her looking over our shoulder
Breathing down our neck
Acting all high & mighty
When you know she's just a throw-back to another time
Nowadays she's a symbol whose meaning has been bled dry.

Nowadays liberty is overrated anyway
The freedom of today is access to a Visa Gold Card
Want to see an uprising?
Barricade the parking lot of Walmart
Jam the television receivers of the nation
Fly overhead dropping pamphlets of REAL INFORMATION
Commercial free.
Let it fall like confetti
Like ticker tape
And people will pour out into the streets for the parade.
You see, in the New America
The golden lamp beside the door
Casts not the glow of freedom
It's just the buzzing neon of the golden arches.

  Our cultural umbilical cord no longer pulses with revolution.
We are now plugged directly into direct TV
Mainlined
Watching watching
And we've been watching so long, it's impossible
To tear our eyes away now.

We are the huddled masses,
Huddled in front of the flickering light of our television screens.
Minds open like sponges to whatever
They want us to buy, believe, die for.

So yeah, send her packing.
She's blocking the view
And her golden lamp
Is throwing too much light
Into the corners of our conscience.
We have turned our backs on history
and no word from our sponsor will save us now.
 
 
News Reports
by Mitzi Linn
i
Morning radio news reports probable
bombing of Iraq, terrorist threats against
suspended bridges in California. Then,
the statistics about a deepening recession.
Our loss of constitutional rights, no
secure economic future.
 
The news assaults morning sensibilities.
It reports that the nation adores war and revenge.
It's like some international game,
run by our not-elected President. He owns the
military like he did that Texas team.
His crazed coaches advise war, no matter what.
 
Sane people abandon their TVs, radios —
Wake to their daily life.
Birds call and squirrels chatter outside while
we make plans to oppose the coming war.
We call up that '60s mantra — Give Peace a Chance,
join together in world-wide peace rallies.
 
ii
In profound grief we tune to inner channels of knowing, being.
Invoke wisdom to create peace within
We must meditate luminosity into our nation's daily breath
help pacify our anxious, thread-bare souls.
 
From other levels, the buddhas and our blue planet's guides
caution us to not pursue negative means or ends,
advise us to extend compassionate hands
to heal our hardened hearts, our inflexible minds.
 

America, Americans
by Benton Elliott
 
You draft resolutions
We draw doves
You twist arms
We hold hands
You tell lies
We sing songs
You march to war
We dance in streets
You drop bombs
We light candles
You promise victory
We pray for peace
You the government of
We the people
 


Untitled
by Mark E. Murphy
 
The word broke in mid conversation.
News that cut through an office stilled.
In quiet tension people gather
Knowing, sensing,
the world had changed.
Shock and sorrow, resignation.
Hushed phone calls home
to spread the news.
We pause and listen
to fractured broadcast.
While sipping coffee,
heads shaking in disbelief.
And while we ponder
A child sees terror,
An anguished woman wails,
Her husband dead
In the flash and thunder
Of this dark Iraqi night.
The innocent victims
Of policy and might.


 
untitled
by blair goyins
under scarlet skies
our end will come
up we will glance
to see no birds soaring
no sun shining
only blood-soaked clouds hovering
judgment for what was done
scarlet skies
dripping wet
with regret
drying to crusty brown
on dead bodies and decaying faces
sealing eyelids shut with the
sticky mess
of believing peace could come from death


 
What the Mayans Did
by Tracey Ludvik
The Mayans didn't just disappear in
a shroud of cloud one mysterious day
They fled the jaws of capitalists who
would eat them alive
for the gold in their teeth
this self appointed elite
soldiered the young to death
to capture riches for
a ruling class
who took more than blood,
took minds too, until
their own history became a mystery
 
Broken and spent after centuries of
building pyramids to perfection
they finally took a stand
A few each day
under dark skies
loaded their backs
with what they didn't have,
stole to the uncivilized hills quietly
looking for their own spirits
 
Here the Mayans heard the parrots sing
took food for free from willing trees
Here they found their spirits waiting
and wove it into their blankets
for thousands of years,
and still do-
only now while looking over their shoulders
toward the roar of the Caterpillar
closing in at a steady pace
and this time,
there's nowhere left to go


 
Saddam
by Justin Chapman
 
Saddam is so stupid,
Don't you know who we are?
We are the United States of America,
The stars and bars.
 
If you just would have disarmed,
Before that deadline day.
You're gonna be sorry you ever messed with,
The U.S. of A.
 
We're gonna kill you Saddam,
You'd better believe it's true.
Because our troops are proud,
To serve the red white and blue.


 
The Battlefields of Children
by Robert Scott
 
All over small town yards,
over the sprawl of city streets
sticks point like rifles
while rocks are launched
like grenades over thin shoulders
thrown by the new boys of war.
Some afternoons young boys show up from anywhere
mustering in random troops for battle,
and hungry from the fasting of heroism.
They come from the after-dinner peace of their homes.
In mimics of desperation
these youths of harmless charges fall wounded,
or expire at will throughout the green lawns,
and the patched black asphalt streets of any neighborhood.
They practice the offices of dying casually,
smiling as they die on innocent grass,
because they know even death is curable
in the battlefields of children.
But new boys of war grow to new young men
moving familiarly toward the fronts and the fire-fights
with clean faces fresh as soap and water.
They have come looking for the piercing of air;
the visible bites of invisible bullets.
Still they are only children
who should not fear to run from the fighting.
Children who have come to die
wild and head-washed, green as fatigues.
Children sent to do the fighting by old rolled-up men
who are staunch and stiff-hipped from former wars
which they never really fought in either.
Children sent by these fathers of duty
for an honorable flag,
and for all the dead men of freedom lying silent
under places with names like Arlington and Gettysburg,
Omaha and Saigon.
Children gone missing in the dirt
forever incurable under the largest lawns of all.

After winter
every spring rises like Lazuras.
Flowers begin to grow in darkened dirt
after the rages have faded,
and after litter-bearing men
busy with bagging and tagging former children,
and removing the rest of the dead have all gone home.
Yet there are still warriors left
here with us among the living,
those whole and partial soldiers,
some of whom wear purple hearts or silver stars,
and some of whom will speak to us in the future about future wars
in the worn and well-practiced language of heroes.


 
Solutions
by Lara Florez

I for one believe common ground
can exist
What's more, we may lie on it
neighbor to neighbor
country to country
world, and whole
oceans pulsing beneath us
the same air exiting our lungs
the same fires within
 
How can you kill what you understand?
Everywhere there exists fragrant herbs
to crush beneath our fingers
worldwide the clouds turn fantasy
if we remember to look at the sky.
 
In the interim
we can share recipes
bake all manner of bread
bread is universal,
eating warm bread
from many ovens places us all at the
creatrix, bellies speak clearly
when full.
 
We can hang out our clothes in a line,
that we all wear clothes, a marvel
that we all exist naked, a charm
to watch our prosperity and fashion,
stains and diapers
wick in the wind like so many laughable flags
disperses our privacy molecular
infuses our peculiar intimacy as a species,
not our particularity as a people.
 
We can climb trees or mountains
or dig gently into the earth
glean new vantage points
understand mud and sand
float leaves on the waterways
inscribed with our hopes or prayers
receive hopes or prayers
in many languages
distinct and alive.
 
And we may sing, of course, sing
collaborate, draw from the smallest
tradition the making of songs,
make our voices a common song,
sing loudly, publicly, laughingly
songs of our babies first steps
the night our parents met
the view of the Earth from space
 
the taste of bread
thick on our tongue.
 
My Country
by Brooks George
 
My country has forgotten me,
Sweet land of corporate greed,
Of me it has no need.
 
With blood for oil there, to ignore our needs at home,
It's 'Nam for US and Afghan for the Russians and ALL
our fear so far and yet it's here,
Must need be cleansed with our blood?
Tired scared old white men sacrifice our young to the
War Machine that sucks the life from us all.
 
My country, remember our heart and forget our
greed,
This war We do Not NEED!!!!
 


Opposing War... Supporting Troops
by: Rhonda Hardwick
 
Fine desert sand as smooth as velvet substance
forcefully parted by armor divisions
transporting intense anticipation
encased in anxiety racked souls,
young souls compelled to portray confidence
masking darkest innermost fears
beneath sober smiles
on faces of uncertainty
drafting scars inside to dwell forevermore
within the souls of soldiers.
Each conquered battle fought
with hopes of granting peace
by way of orchestrated maneuvers unto death.
Each life regretfully a terminus
to make way for the next to
march toward borderlines drawn on maps
that they skillfully re-trace in blood.
Troops, individually numbered,
as are the diminishing days
of ominous opposing forces
stealing away life,
haunting the days of
the loved, the left behind,
with abandonment
For what?
To do it all again, and again?
will they ever learn,
will it ever be exemplary when
bitter souls own sovereignty?
 

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Jan Cuny

For the past three years, UO computer science professor Jan Cuny has served as a volunteer Court Appointed Special Advocate (CASA) for abused and neglected children. "They have a terrific training course," she reports. "After that, you're appointed to a case." Each CASA volunteer is assigned to a child in foster care and remains with that child until a safe and permanent home is found. The advocate attends family meetings, talks with teachers and case workers, and writes reports for the court.

"Kids have a lot of different care providers," Cuny notes. "No one has the total picture except the CASA."

A New Jersey native, Cuny volunteered in a big-sister program as an undergrad at Princeton and worked with abused kids while in grad school at Michigan. She and her husband, Steve Robinson, adopted three older children while she was teaching at UMass. They moved to Eugene in 1993.

"Kids benefit from seeing the same face in different situations over a period of years," Cuny says. "It's one of the most rewarding things I do." CASA of Lane County advocated for 148 children last year. More volunteers are needed. Inquire at 984-3132.

 


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