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Design, Dialogue, and tools for transformation. JSB advocates Slow Learning at Strategy 08. Posted August 2, 2008 by dialogicdesign. Not that he calls it that, but I do. Think “Slow Food of Learning.” Here’s the segue. At his recent presentation at the IIT Institute of Design Strategy conference, John Seely Brown. He advocates moving institutional education toward this model. One basis for the shift is that traditional institutional warrants of authority. Are less meaningful in a world where value is bei...

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A Month of Poetry: March 2009

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A Month of Poetry. Because February is short. Tuesday, March 17, 2009. Fear has a habit of. Waking the sleeping dog. With legs engaged in motion. The sand of yesterday's. Lingers in your eyes and ears. This is what we have come to. The soil in this Eden. Of our own creation. Like foolish miniature gods. Going through the motions,. Before we were ever plucked. Out of the cosmos. And our possiblity existed. In an unreleased egg. I forgot to think what it. Means to jump the track. Still asleep, undisturbed.

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A Month of Poetry: FAQ

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A Month of Poetry. Because February is short. Monday, January 28, 2008. What's the idea here? Write a poem a day in February. Not really. One poem per day and it has to be original. When do I start? Midnight, February 1st. Not before. When do I finish? 11:59 pm February 29th. What if I skip a day? Can I catch up later? That's up to you. Come out with 29 poems by 11:59 pm on February 29th and you win. What do I win? How do I prove I finished? Okay, I finished. Now what? February 25, 2008 at 10:01 PM.

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A Month of Poetry: Coming Home

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A Month of Poetry. Because February is short. Thursday, February 26, 2009. There is much to be said about coming home. After a long time away from the big, old empty house. That seems to groan "I missed you". As you cross the threshold, road-weary,. Dragging suitcases up the stairs. The cats are dancing at your feet. You throw open windows to clear the air. Birds begin to mysteriously gather on the rail. Somehow noting the movement of your. Figure crossing the room to fetch a cip of tea,. 12 - anna kiss.

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A Month of Poetry: January 2009

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A Month of Poetry. Because February is short. Saturday, January 24, 2009. Join me again for the third year running, as I write a poem-a-day in the month of February. Since the month is short and the winter is cold, it is the perfect thing to take a bit of time each day to reflect and to create with words answers to questions, ponderings of space and time, contemplation of the weather, one's mundane putterings, or acute observations of the human experience. Join me, join me, one and all.

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A Month of Poetry: Poem After Paintings

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A Month of Poetry. Because February is short. Tuesday, March 17, 2009. Gives way to the stench of a. Night gone bad before. The last ray of sun. Punches out for the day. Like a dog-tired man. In faded blue jeans. Stained and with a scent. Besides, she won't notice. If he turns away. When she reaches the door. Like a nun at a window. This night is a relief. This day was a catastrophe. We throw barbed wire. Daring each other to bleed. Pools like spilt milk. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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A Month of Poetry: March 2008

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A Month of Poetry. Because February is short. Monday, March 3, 2008. Saturday, March 1, 2008. Congratulations to those who finished! I am not joining you in the winner's circle this year, sadly. Too many other desires and demands conspired to prevent my poetry. I have, however, completed a 24th poem this morning dedicated to my falling short, " failed. So glad, myself, that February is finally over. Cheers! No matter the pressure applied,. Nor the incentive entailed,. The wings do not open.

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A Month of Poetry: #27 Mary 2009

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A Month of Poetry. Because February is short. Friday, February 27, 2009. Creates monsters of the mind. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Month of Poetry Badge. A Month of Poetry is a challenge to write a poem a day in the month of February. Send your poems to us, post them on your own blog (send us a link), print them in chapbooks and sell them, read them aloud to your friends, or burn them one by one. Just keep writing. Day 24 - anna kiss. Woman with a Backless Dress. Modern Life: Part II.

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A Month of Poetry: #28 Mary 2009

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A Month of Poetry. Because February is short. Saturday, February 28, 2009. March 9, 2009 at 1:43 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Month of Poetry Badge. A Month of Poetry is a challenge to write a poem a day in the month of February. Send your poems to us, post them on your own blog (send us a link), print them in chapbooks and sell them, read them aloud to your friends, or burn them one by one. Just keep writing. Day 24 - anna kiss. Woman with a Backless Dress. Modern Life: Part II. 12 - anna kiss.

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A Month of Poetry: February 2009

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A Month of Poetry. Because February is short. Saturday, February 28, 2009. I've learned about living,. My words are like wallpaper. My words are like gray cement floors. You don't even meet my eyes with yours. You are onto another face or place. Move your body to another space. With the radio off and only hearing. I knew I could tell you what I know,. Knew I could say the words with. All my heart behind them. Knew you would still give me that blank stare. Knew that to really know. Trapped by the past.