Some of my friends and I with in the Art of Hosting community create poems from our work as a kind of harvest, a way of listening to the voices shared in a circle and reflecting back to the group, it’s wholeness using the words of those in the room. \u00a0The poems are written on the spot and read into the room, slam style. Such poems evoke energy, and honour the whole. \u00a0We call these \u00a0“dialogue poems.” \u00a0Here is the one from yesterday’s check in in Montreal with our core hosting team…<\/p>\n
Hosting team Check in poem<\/strong><\/p>\n
Where did you practice?
\nWhere did you act as if you could do this?
\nWhat does the silence have to show us?
\nWhat is inside this seed?<\/p>\nA potential to feed what is needed everywhere
\nHosting is caring so we’re daring to share
\nwhat is in our jardin communitaire:
\n101 ways in a single day
\nto face the case of urban space
\nfall into a call of enfolded breath
\nand die 101 little deaths, for co-creation to be the method
\nthat we use to create and let go. \u00a0Whoa. \u00a0Peace flows<\/p>\nCaroline is on the scene
\nand clear love flows in between us
\na clean passing of a piece to serve
\nthe swerve and curve of jangly nerves
\nthat the emergent life turns up.
\nThis is a romance and a dance of hosted circumstance.<\/p>\nThe space of the public dream seems
\nto be called to scream from the megaphone
\ndeep in our bones in the intention for an intervention
\not suspension to \u00a0the conventional ways of doing things.
\nWe meet despair with care for beauty and do our duty.<\/p>\nEconomics in the commons needs us to anchor danger
\nas the social order rearranges strangers into the angels of
\nthe commons\u201dbut\u201dbut\u201d
\nWords were never spoken for the broken structures I have seen
\nfor the painful way we remain unclean in the unconscious hosting
\nthat leaves us unseen and suffering the wasted talents of human beings
\nso I offer a new chance to call us all into the hall and
\nshare the commoning of Montreal.<\/p>\nWhen there is no room at the inn we move outside and work from the rim.
\nAnd all we need to take
\nis one minute, innit?
\nBecause a crack is a small thing to make.<\/p>\nSmall is beautiful, but tiny is fuller
\nWhat is the smallest container that can hold the future?
\nA negotiation with a child, a wild realization that we only flower
\nwhen the smallest things claim their power
\nand we take an hour to be in peace with other generations.<\/p>\nThe appearance of the aperitif
\nHelps us arrive and be here<\/p>\nThis work can be hard
\nwhen we haven’t got a clue
\nand the parameters make us do things we don’t want to do
\nwe host grief and hate and create the state
\nfor the gates to open and action to gain traction
\nfor a fraction of the cost of the money we’ve already lost.<\/p>\nAnd then, abundance appears because we stayed with the fears
\nand the tears and we finally see everyone as peers.<\/p>\nIt was a ride to get a guide that would help us get inside
\nthe Art of Hosting and glide us to understanding, landing whatever we can
\nas a resource to help us plan for this.<\/p>\nTwo thousand thirteen seems like a series of scenes
\nof moments that mean my life has seen
\nthe real application of peace between human beings.
\nIn cote d’ivoire, ravaged by war, a mayor named need
\nto plant a seed for people to lead the conversations
\nthat stop the bleeding and meet the need for
\nthe chief of chiefs to hold the belief that these ways of talking
\ncan bring relief.<\/p>\nTwo hundred thousand years of leadership
\ncalled into relationship, mateship and friendship
\nin a moment of reconciliation for a nation
\nwhere you do not have to be sorry
\nfor the story, but you must offer a forum
\nfor the experience of peace and a shift to dignified decorum.<\/p>\nWe are not here to be small.
\nWe all just want peace.
\nThat is all.<\/p>\nI am touched to be here.
\nDaring to appear
\n\u00c3\u0081 table citoyen\u201dwhere the rabble fits in
\nto chatter and natter about things that matter and
\ndo it in public where the interests clatter
\nand find a place to practice together
\nco-create a project that’s better and better\u201d
\nand shift my life to something unfettered.
\nby the separation that I’m deluded with.
\nTend to the people that are coming,
\nfeel the field and yield to the real.<\/p>\nSince January for me
\nIt’s been a race from place to place
\ntracing a line from space to space
\nand stopping a moment to face the grace
\nThat I have to receive for living as me \u00a0authentically
\nI hope to inspire near and far
\npeople to be just who they are.<\/p>\nEn formations nous avons les informations
\npour le realization de collaboration
\nwe carried the living spark
\nof what was lit in Lafontaine Parc
\nembodied a some light that shone in the dark
\nflowing from our humanity, a practice of embodied calamity!<\/p>\nI feel that I am a dwarf among giants
\nand ready to offer my heart and defiance
\nof what my own ego wants us to do
\nso we can be free. \u00a0How about you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Some of my friends and I with in the Art of Hosting community create poems from our work as a kind of harvest, a way of listening to the voices shared in a circle and reflecting back to the group, it’s wholeness using the words of those in the room. \u00a0The poems are written on the spot and read into the room, slam style. Such poems evoke energy, and honour the whole. \u00a0We call these \u00a0“dialogue poems.” \u00a0Here is the one from yesterday’s check in in Montreal with our core hosting team… Hosting team Check in poem Where did you …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[28,29,18,47,24],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3943","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art-of-harvesting","category-art-of-hosting","category-emergence","category-improv","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/piBp1-11B","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3943","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3943"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3943\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3944,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3943\/revisions\/3944"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3943"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3943"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3943"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}