Showing posts with label iStart2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label iStart2. Show all posts

Sunday, April 8, 2012

The Color Purple

Purple symbolizes:

The Fool - Oneness
Death - Limitless
 The Star - Inspiration
The Universe - Light 

Shug: More than anything God love admiration.
Celie: You saying God is vain?
Shug: No, not vain, just wanting to share a good thing. I think it pisses God off when you walk by the colour purple in a field and don't notice it. 

 
Celie: You saying it just wanna be loved like it say in the bible?
Shug: Yeah, Celie. Everything wanna be loved. Us sing and dance, and holla just wanting to be loved. Look at them trees. Notice how the trees do everything people do to get attention... except walk?
[they laugh]
Shug: Oh Miss Celie, I feels like singing! 


 
Shug: See Daddy, sinners have souls too. 

(Memorable Quotes from the movie: The Color Purple)

Make the choice to live by higher principles and see how your perspective changes

iStart2 Ambassadors connecting Indigenous Peoples of the World:

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika

Xhosa Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika
Maluphakanyisw' uphondo lwayo,

Zulu Yizwa imithandazo yethu,
Nkosi sikelela, thina lusapho lwayo.



Sotho Morena boloka setjhaba sa heso,
O fedise dintwa le matshwenyeho,
O se boloke, O se boloke setjhaba sa heso,
Setjhaba sa, South Afrika — South Afrika. our nation, South Africa — South Africa.
Afrikaans Uit die blou van onse hemel,
Uit die diepte van ons see,
Oor ons ewige gebergtes,
Waar die kranse antwoord gee,

English Sounds the call to come together,
And united we shall stand,
Let us live and strive for freedom
In South Africa our land.



iStart2... 

A “Sustainability-Through-Art” movement
 in which the global community will participate
in re-imagining and implementing solutions
towards ensuring
a sustainable future
for our children.
.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Emergency ...

An Imperial Message


The Emperor—so they say—has sent a message, directly from his death bed, to you alone, his pathetic subject, a tiny shadow which has taken refuge at the furthest distance from the imperial sun. 

He ordered the herald to kneel down beside his bed and whispered the message in his ear. He thought it was so important that he had the herald speak it back to him. He confirmed the accuracy of verbal message by nodding his head. And in front of the entire crowd of those witnessing his death—all the obstructing walls have been broken down, and all the great ones of his empire are standing in a circle on the broad and high soaring flights of stairs—in front of all of them he dispatched his herald. 

There's a virus in the circus
And the clown didn't hurt this
So much pain
Hurt it, hurt it

The messenger started off at once, a powerful, tireless man. Sticking one arm out and then another, he makes his way through the crowd. If he runs into resistance, he points to his breast where there is a sign of the sun. 



So he moves forwards easily, unlike anyone else. But the crowd is so huge; its dwelling places are infinite. If there were an open field, how he would fly along, and soon you would hear the marvellous pounding of his fist on your door. But instead of that, how futile are all his efforts. 



He is still forcing his way through the private rooms of the innermost palace. Never will he win his way through. And if he did manage that, nothing would have been achieved.

He was talking at a hundred miles an hour
Saying words that can only mend nations...


 He would have to fight his way down the steps, and, if he managed to do that, nothing would have been achieved. He would have to stride through the courtyards, and after the courtyards through the second palace encircling the first, and, then again, through stairs and courtyards, and then, once again, a palace, and so on for thousands of years.



 And if he finally burst through the outermost door—but that can never, never happen—the royal capital city, the centre of the world, is still there in front of him, piled high and full of sediment.

Something out of me
Something out of you
Something we started...

No one pushes his way through here, certainly not someone with a message from a dead man. But you sit at your window and dream of that message when evening comes.



Arno Carstens: Emergency … Something we started



iStart2…

An Imperial Message  
by Franz Kafka
Translation by Ian Johnston

Friday, October 7, 2011

Fragile ...

You, the South African and International community, are invited to join us in Durban and to take hands with a rockstar “one punk level higher” than Bono. We have also asked a few international and local artists to join us at this groundbreaking event. Participate at the biggest rally to hit South Africa this year! No visa required at the stadium - a free event!



On the afternoon of Sunday 27 November 2011, music, dance, jokes and the sound of Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu's signature chuckle will fill the Kings Park Rugby Stadium when people from all over the world will get together to sing “With our own two hands we can change the world” 



Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu will be hosting this event when 52 000 people will come together to call on political leaders to put ethics and life ahead of national self interest. Since climate change is the greatest threat to have confronted humanity, people of Africa and the world will call for a fair and legally binding agreement, with a second commitment period for the Kyoto Protocol and success of COP17.



iStart2 is a “Sustainability through the Arts” initiative, helping us to make contact with world leaders and will launch a movement in which the global community will participate in re-imagining and implementing solutions towards ensuring a sustainable future for our children.

Thank you Archbishop Desmond for showing us that we must never forget how fragile we are...

That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are



Here’s to “The Arch”, showing us that we can only be human together. Showing us that it is okay to show our fragility,  and that without forgiveness there is no future ... and that it IS okay for people of different faiths and non-faiths to take hands. 



Happy 80th Birthday Archbishop Desmond Tutu!

iStart2 … i Star Tutu…