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KALEIDOSCOPE

    And again from Reba Place, in
    a somewhat more artistic vein:
                                        From  “The  Leaves  of  Twin  Oaks”  #100  of  Summer  2004,  we  reluctantly
      Reba Place Fellowship News        (taking into account the sensitivities of our more puritanical inclined readers)
      Eric Lawrence                     copy “Twin Oaks goes Bust” by the now famous Ezra:
       Reba Place Fellowship
                                        Twin Oaks goes BUST by Ezra
       For  everything  there  is  a    This past winter, Twin Oaks once again popped up on the radar of the mainstream
       season,  turn,  turn,  turn.  The   mass-media, when BUST Magazine (tag line: “For women with something to get off
                                        their chests”), featured us in their Winter 2003 issue. On the front page, next to a,
       lyrics  of  Pete  Seger  lodge   well, busty, photo of Kelly Osbourne, between “Take this Job and Shove it” and “50
      themselves in my head during
                                        cool gifts from $1 to $75” was the intriguing come-on for “Exile in Girlville: life on a
       the dark winter months when      feminist commune.” Turning to page 54, one encounters a two-page spread with the
       the lack of sunlight causes me   headline  “Ecovillage  People”  opposite  a  color  photo  montage  of  flowers,  shirtless
      a  spiritual  drought  and  a
      lackluster  social  life.  When   communards in the garden, and clothes hanging on the line. The following article
                                        covers six pages, although more than half the space is given to Cynthia Connolly’s
      everything  is  looking  up,  and
                                        excellent color and b&w photos of people, landscapes, and intriguing objects. The
      the  sun  is  shining  down,  one
                                        article,  by  Emily  Rems,  begins  with  a  short  history  and  description  of  the
      doesn't need to know that the
                                        community. She goes on to describe a Twin Oaks visit. Mala, “a 28-year old woman
      seasons turn, but in the midst
                                        with a Chicago accent and a laid-back but briskly efficient manner,” plays Frazier to
      of  a  malaise,  one  reaches  out
                                        her Professor Burris, guiding her on a tour of the community. Once Mala has filled
      to  understand  the  season  in
                                        her in on the nuts and bolts of life at the Oaks, she goes on to interview a number of
      which we mourn while looking
                                        Oakers, mostly women, and uses excerpts from these interviews to discuss the many
      forward to the season in which
                                        joys and tribulations of commune life. The tone of the article is largely upbeat and
      we    rejoice.   Change   is
                                        sympathetic, mostly  accurate, and in general  Emily  Rems  seems to “get it” more
      inevitable, after all.
                                        than other mainstream writers over the years.

    And finally, some inspiring tidbits of poetry – by Kristen from …Twin Oaks, of course. Also "Sky" by 11-years-
    old Imani - a great poetic promise for the future!
                                                                   Sky
     Poetry by Kristen                                             By Imani (age 11)
      For Madge
                                                                   I wish, I wish, that I could fly
                                                                   Over the moon, across the sky
       Faking old things, reforming them,                          Dance with the clouds, talk to the sun
       Did it hurt, did you feel it again,                         I wish, I wish – just me, just one
      The burning book, the quiet grave,                           Say hi to the stars and their silver glow
       The ghosts of dresses                                       I wish, I wish, that I could go
                                                                   Fly through the blueness of the air
       and echoes of sighs                                         Go past some airplanes here and there

      Sifting through the rubble                                   And when it rains, I’ll go to sleep
                                                                   In my bed so dark beneath

     The refugee finds a picture here,

     A scrap of cloth there.
                                                          A  hearty  Shalom  from  the  Call  Editorial  Board  (sounds
     The cameraman weeps,                                 pretentious,  doesn't  it?),  which  keeps  anxiously  awaiting
     hands over face.                                     your  reactions-remarks-revelations-reservations  etc.  You

     Tragedy is ordinary,                                 just can't miss this unique opportunity to express yourself.

     But show us again how to feel, how to remember.
                                                          Yalla Bye (local Arab-Israeli slang when parting, maybe we
                                                          can spread it around?)

                                                          Joel


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