Monday, August 1, 2011, 01:54 PM - Adult and Popular Education
Peter Taylor (IDRC formerly IDS, University of Sussex) and I just finished an article on the transformative potential of arts in learning and social change. It draws on examples of poetry, creative writing and experiences of innovative practice shared by adult educators through an e-forum from Africa, Asia-Pacific, Europe and North America. The paper provides a conceptual frame to explore tensions in adult learning between the mytho-poetic and the critical-rational, and between the individual and the collective. It will be published in the Journal of Adult and Contiuing Education in October.Contact me if you'd like a copy.
Sunday, May 1, 2011, 01:11 PM - Adult and Popular Education
From February to May, I facilitated a 15-week distance (online) course on community-based microfinance for the Coady Institute with co-facilitators from India and Zimbabwe. Savings group practitioners stayed in their organizations and communities while deepening their practice. The course used a hands-on, peer-exchange, participatory learning format including field-based assignments.
We had participants from Egypt, Kenya, Tanzania, Vietnam, Sri Lanka, the Sudan, India and Guyana. Join us next February. Bursaries are available for field practitioners from the Global South.
http://coady.stfx.ca/education/distance/momf/
Thursday, March 24, 2011, 12:00 AM - Poetry and Writing
Cooling failure, cold
shut down, partial
melting of core, vapor
vented, hydrogen explosion,
(yes you read correctly)
hydrogen explosion,
seawater pumped in,
fuel rods fully
exposed, damage to
containment
system, potential
meltdown feared,
pool holding
spent fuel rods,
pool water levels
receding, reactor
no. 5, no. 6, no. 4
no. 7 - under maintenance
when quake struck.
Saturday, March 12, 2011, 10:30 PM - Poetry and Writing
They Stole Munch’s Scream. Two carried the mouth and two the burnt horizon. Later, it was taken again with the Madonna. The Scream had moisture damage and Madonna suffered several tears on the right side. At first, I read tears and imagined a second soaked canvas. When she gave up her child her voice rebelled for the sounds she didn’t use to cry, no. Words fell out stunned. They flew over the walls and statues into the eyes of lost ships. Spread out on the sea floor, got caught in the coral. The cumulative colour of scream. My birth mother found me decades later, only to lose her own mom. This was a sign, she was sure of it. The gods made her a trade for silence. Gave her a piece of horizon. Carried away her mouth.
Earlier version published in FreeFall Magazine (October, 2010)
Monday, March 7, 2011, 08:08 PM - Inspiring
Two miles of solar panels to power Antwerp station and Belgian train system. Will we ever catch on to Europe's green transportation systems?
http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/2 ... lgium-rail
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