Monday, June 05, 2006

Closing Plenary Session

Closing Plenary Session


Open Mic/Author's Chair: participants read their writing, display their art


Visit the comments section below to read the words of the poem hidden in this beautiful shell created by Wilma Romatz.

Taking Our Learning Home: Reconciliation in Academic Settings, presented by Bruce Novak, Northern Illinois University

2 Comments:

At 11:37 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The Pearl

The iridescent surface,
muted mirror,
conceals its
evolution.

The flesh
that nurtured it
unflinching, is
harvested at its expense.

The sharp instrument inserted
this grain of sand, deliberately.
Cultured it there without asking.

What else could be done,
after the tearing,
but to access all resources
to preserve the self?
The innocent flesh, unknowing?

Why? Analyze. Surround.
Isolate. Flood the surface
with shining nacre, birth fluids. Words.

Secrete within a hardening shell
the irritation that
could kill--the grain of sand,
without which no pearls grow.

The word
was made flesh.

Wilma Romatz

 
At 3:14 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

wilma...
your words as beautiful as your art.
maria

 

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