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The Palestinian Social Cinema Arts Association | Reviving the Lost Culture of Cinema | Page 2

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The Palestinian Social Cinema Arts Association. Reviving the Lost Culture of Cinema. Insan) Human- Human Rights International Film Festival 2012. By The Palestinian Social Cinema Arts Association. Following this we will screen one of the three feature films listed below, decided on by the audience in question:. Budrus is an award-winning documentary about a Palestinian community organiser, Ayed Morrar, who unites local Fatah and Hamas members along with Israeli supporters in an unarmed movement to save h...

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Letters to Russ Feingold: Arabic Pie: The Day the Language Died

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Letters to Russ Feingold. Just in case he is interested and looking for my opinion and experience and occasional excursions toward eloquence. Friday, September 30, 2011. Arabic Pie: The Day the Language Died. Shooting himself in 1982. Is this where poetry must go. Into that cosmic, final silence? I confess to not understanding how this can all really be true since it still requires words to state that action is now language. But I'll be thinking about it and watching to see what is being born here&#4...

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Letters to Russ Feingold: The Law of Gravity Is All About Fall

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Letters to Russ Feingold. Just in case he is interested and looking for my opinion and experience and occasional excursions toward eloquence. Tuesday, September 27, 2011. The Law of Gravity Is All About Fall. Look at the squirrels. They're going crazy. The tree branches overhead are full of their chattering. "Henny! Did you bring in the nuts from the old man's yard? Esme, what's become of the hazelnuts you promised me! Fall Already some of the trees are dropping their leaves. Apples. What I'm Reading Now.

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Letters to Russ Feingold: That Little Round Person Without Sleeves or Dreams in Mississippi

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Letters to Russ Feingold. Just in case he is interested and looking for my opinion and experience and occasional excursions toward eloquence. Wednesday, October 26, 2011. That Little Round Person Without Sleeves or Dreams in Mississippi. In the state of Mississippi, where boys are sometimes grown African American men and men may be men even though they have names like Bubby and Lynn and Shelby, the government is considering a constitutional amendment that would identify a fertilized egg as a legal person.

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Letters to Russ Feingold: Waiting for God at the Audiologist's

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Letters to Russ Feingold. Just in case he is interested and looking for my opinion and experience and occasional excursions toward eloquence. Sunday, October 23, 2011. Waiting for God at the Audiologist's. Sometimes I think this is why I. Have tinnitus today. My ears are just fine, thank you, but I haven't had a moment of silence in over three years. This may be how God has chosen to come to me. Labels: Waiting for God Mormons Simone Weil Tinnitus Jiffy. November 4, 2011 at 1:30 PM. What I'm Reading Now.

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Letters to Russ Feingold: A Bad Case of the Clap

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Letters to Russ Feingold. Just in case he is interested and looking for my opinion and experience and occasional excursions toward eloquence. Thursday, November 17, 2011. A Bad Case of the Clap. Seriously. It doesn’t matter what. Here’s a guideline people in small cities need to apply. If you find yourself debating whether to stand to applaud a performance,. Then don’t. Standing ovations are not meant to be the result of a meditated decision making process. Standing ovations are impulsive, ...Who value l...

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Letters to Russ Feingold: The Empty Spot at the Table

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Letters to Russ Feingold. Just in case he is interested and looking for my opinion and experience and occasional excursions toward eloquence. Friday, November 25, 2011. The Empty Spot at the Table. My old friend Felicia writes a blog called "The Gratitude Project". In which she gently explores the effects of incorporating conscious expressions of gratefulness into our daily lives. Last Thanksgiving, she let me write a guest column. This year, I reclaim it. 8221; says Auntie Jo, beaming more brightly than...

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Letters to Russ Feingold: Bloomsday in Cairo: Pigeons and Prizes

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Letters to Russ Feingold. Just in case he is interested and looking for my opinion and experience and occasional excursions toward eloquence. Tuesday, September 20, 2011. Bloomsday in Cairo: Pigeons and Prizes. I did buy a Lonely Planet guidebook. But a little of the country's more recent literature, that of Alaa al Aswany and Ahdaf Soueif, for example. I have never felt better prepared for a visit to any foreign country. But that will be another episode. But the highlight was all Mahfouz. Walking do...

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Letters to Russ Feingold: A Thanksgiving Poem for You

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Letters to Russ Feingold. Just in case he is interested and looking for my opinion and experience and occasional excursions toward eloquence. Thursday, November 24, 2011. A Thanksgiving Poem for You. Things I Didn't Know I Loved. Translated by Mutlu Konuk and Randy Blasing. It's 1962 March 28th. I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train. I never knew I liked. Night descending like a tired bird on a smoky wet plain. Comparing nightfall to a tired bird. I didn't know I loved the earth. Beeches a...