‘Palestinian Women Journalist Participated In a Training Workshop’

Wikipedia Poem, No. 753

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palestinian women journalist participated in a training workshop in ramallah on the qualities and skills they need in order to become more influential and able to influence change and participate in public affairs in the media political and social sectors and on the challenges and obstacles that hinder their capabilities the training workshop was organized and implemented by the palestinian center for development and media freedoms (mada and was attended by 18 women journalists from all the governorates of the west bank over the course of two days where the trainer fida barghouthi reviewed on the first day a number of obstacles that hinders women journalists to actively engage participate and influence in the public debate and the challenges women journalists face in the current environment of media where women journalists addressed all forms of discrimination against them at work they stressed the need to legislate and implement laws and policies that protect workers and media workers and to end discrimination against female journalists on the second day the trainer presented a number of palestinian leadership models and analyzed the reality of palestinian women in general their impact on the palestinian political social and media reality and the skill set required for the media for more attendance such as lobbying and advocacy skills and using the media to achieve better participation and gender mainstreaming to ensure success for women journalists this training workshop is part of the legal empowerment project for palestinian women journalists supported by the representative office of finland in ramallah

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Source: “Palestinian women journalists demand to eliminate all forms of discrimination against them.” Palestinian News Network, 9 Apr. 2018. 9:05 a.m. Web.

“Women Begin New Reign of Terror”

Wikipedia Poem, No. 724

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“He said I was fooling I am not a tree and he dropped his leaves.” Russell Edson

     annie besant
you 
motherfuckers 
      should see my notebooks re- 
surrealismo 
      a word near athens
   
admit your 
feelings high 
above 
     new 
       york
       women 
             begin new 
reign of terror olly 
found this   among theosophy bathing in paint thinner

   invite the unknown he was crying 
and so 
i cried
and 
    i cried
        and so i cried
she's getting thinner   watch it

“Mocha Panties” by Arielle Greenberg

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You have your skinny pants that you never wear
but that are the barometer. You have your fat pants
that you wear more than you need to. You have your
period pants that are dark and thick and forgiving
and comforting.

You have your period panties.

I have a new resolution not to wear my period
panties at non-period times. I have gotten into the
habit of wearing only my period panties and pretty
much never wearing my other panties, my nice
panties. My resolution is to wear nice panties every
day, even the days I don’t think l’m going to have sex,
even on the days when l’m going to ride my bike.

Once, in the locker room at the YWCA after tot
swim class, I saw another mom who was wearing
beautiful, chic mocha panties and a matching bra
even though she had just come from swim class and
had a kid. The panties and bra looked French, and so
did the mom. I swore right there and then to wear
my nice panties every day, even though my nicest
panties aren’t as nice as those panties were.

But then I got pregnant again and never felt like
wearing nice panties.

So that was three years ago. Exactly three years and
I am finally hoping to make good on my promise of
nice panties.

Thus far I have kept my nice panties promise for
about a week and a half. It’s been difficult. Almost
every day I reach for my period panties but I haven’t
relented. It does feel good to wear nice panties,
though it pains my heart to get on a bike or go to
sleep without sex when I am wearing them.

Even when the nice panties are not two-hundred-
dollar hand-washable silk tap pants, nice panties
are a conundrum.

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Dennis Doherty

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Everything
Have I seen you bikini'd?
The air solidifies around the sound
Of your waxed body     A love song 


Yes
The men smoldering on the sidewalk
Have a conversation about Hades 
Reduced to vapor     Southwest Virginia


Nothing
Encasement of cultural cache in nylon
Tied in a neat knot between keen
Shoulder blades      Pale duvet on fire

Wikipedia Poem, No. 167

 

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“The oracle would not speak, save in the character / Of someone else: an uncle, aunt, or brother. / And it was said: the menace of his authority / He dares not reveal to himself, trusting another.” John Ashbery

 

          for those rooms which
   never social host 
        phone warrants 
      tend to the roast
bearing no rules spent pent and
     fans there exists that young woman 
the yellow dress in traction protocols 
    maintains a phone call observed
documented the renaissance 
in practice is an option 
without respect for wallpaper
        ever else is chipped but not without tack   death
       in practice whatever tact itself 
        is pursued elsewhere
        wet with witte
        with women senior with support 
     applied mobile rules 
programmatic phones our 
          privates ambulatory their physicality 
i know runs incited as time as terror as
   territory
forms platforms forums and placenta
women never enough 
wont of their demands 
users scan wit for whit

Wikipedia Poem, No. 165

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“Somehow I always do manage but / You found them for me, what / I love, lakes and paintings.” John Ashbery

 

        walls
windows  
         keeping her insulating placed 
with grains
          poly-appropriate barbed wire 
placed by using 
    her crushes 
down 
    to their capabilities 
         can be 
tended tendered 

          the 
        bee placed 
     skylightly
   insulating 
       strength 
of sand 
      courses above 60 cm 

make problematic
matter mass burlap mild climate 
change spirit 
gum 
costly condiments then
      types of clay barbed wire with a corbel 
organic matter skin 
the home's 
  exterior such 
        as 
clay-containing policy
of spirit

Wikipedia Poem, No. 125

 

You say
puff pastry you say
tax credit is a bulldog

by now she’s
probably lost in traffic
skin darker than guns
my father’s obsessed

it will be hungry
that guy who
makes hot sauce

climbs up my forefinger and into
whatever the girls’ mortal wound —
And I’m all like, bent, reaching
raise my hand to the horizon, beside

el niño spirit; and the exploded
my palm — safety — I straighten, &
down into the garbage where I roach

the Willis Tower, comparing, &
the vile, beautiful blattaria leaves me
and scales its black terrace and ponders
its sudden, liberal transformation — soon

as a way to juxtapose the mundane
condition the banal, blue
body; the salted, post-, uncombed

She didn’t even
take it
or gibberish in a cafeteria line
or bleeding all over Italy.

with Stevie Ray Vaughan


Includes four lines from "I love winter nights..." by Paul Ferrell,
     published in "The Cosby Show" (2015) by Water of Life Press. 

Wikipedia Poem, No. 72

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          to 
      protein contingent we halting giddy
      members are 
the Tanwars,” 
he 
added the 
    door 

         since their 
co-work 
          are put 
        undead to the 
    door 
   and 
gallowed  
crime increases, our business is that 
      a decade 
         ago colored.

The music. “We are members of 
      dried 
consisting 
      women 
with 
   a circulating 
woman,” Mr. Tanwar — 
    known dusty 
lands. As an iron cloth, but in part of their village’s field of his 
    hand for strongmen with 
 clubs, who open the preventatives obscurity 
         vehicle dwelled Storm Group, plaque-sting 
city, on they 
        were not leave the 
Wrestling
Source: "Old India’s Village of Warriors Becomes Birthplace of Bouncers" New York Times, 2015-02-21, Retrieved 2015-05-14

wikipedia poem, no. 20

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Adapted from a painting by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

boldness security
      togetherness

she discovers 
anger
     envy no love no standing
don’t dangle 
     anything from the ash 
        no 
flash photography
      do you, dear undertow

pity cruelty
pride modesty 
       shame

   please 
    be quiet
   no 
flash photography
        does she 
    dangle anything
        never forget 
touch her 
own safety shame
     
  please be quiet
      
you can’t 
park here 
        safety shame

  please, feels free to 
empty 
        her 
hands before signing on the 

push 
light
stop crying
          don’t dangle anything to empty the ledge
take a step back

        fear under surprise expect disrespect distand?
don’t 
          dangle anything to touch her own safety