Thursday, 21 November 2024

Through their eyes

I saw the sadness of a hummingbird, it is difficult to imagine it, I know, and I have a feeling that this emotion will disappear soon, because a hummingbird always follows its flight, its mission in time, while it inhabits this earth.  

A year and a bit more will have passed since I was accepted as a volunteer in The Rural Libraries Network of Cajamarca, and I have seen in this time a lot of hard work and effort.

In mid-August I supported the sectoral meeting of librarians in Sócota - Cutervo, I felt very gratified to meet again with good friends, but I was also happy with the meeting - with the common feeling as librarians and volunteers, also to feel that the fabric of the Network is composed of a big family and, well, as often happens in families there are older brothers and black sheep and other smaller ones. There are also hard times, frustration and sadness. However, like the hummingbird, we always fly on.

I saw, from everyone's heart, the sense of belonging, of continuing to be and continuing to walk. Although at times it seems that we walk in solitude, that great family accompanies us and supports us.

Jorge Camacho




To continue reading, to continue being

The Escuela Campesina Alternativa de Pomabamba (The Alternative Campesino School of Pomabamba) ‘ECA’ is an educational project that had the pleasure of having the teacher Alfredo Mires Ortiz as an adviser, friend and companion for many years. If you come here you will see that, in every space, there is something that reminds us of him: respect for peasant culture, conservation of the environment, the house as a community space and the colours of life.

From the educational proposal that we share, the books produced by Rural Libraries is a tool for a transformative education; that is why it is the inspiration in each of our projects, being part of the sacred rite that guides us. A book from the ECA always occupies an important place not only to see it but also to read it and discover something to learn in each page.

Our gratitude to Alfredo for all he has given us and because his books continue to be a light to continue reading and to continue being.

María Isabel Gutiérrez Chávez





Tuesday, 19 November 2024

Us II

Not ours is the sound

of dismay

nor the calamity

of impunity.

Not ours is the society

of satiety

nor the eloquence

of decadence.

It is not ours the order

of nausea

the upside-down judge

the whorish deputy

nor the delinquent 

president.


Alfredo Mires

in: Romance of the mountain



Books, exchange and emotions

Books! It is a celebration to find a new book, it is an awakening of many emotions and of special gratitude; either because they were chosen with great care according to the needs of the readers, or even more, because most of them tell our history. In them we can find the wisdom of our grandparents, they narrate the respectful connection of man with nature, they unite us and make us feel proud of our roots, not to mention being our own productions, written in our own language.


Thus in each Assembly we celebrate the Festival of Exchange, a very special moment because, just as in the countryside where products are still exchanged, here books are exchanged - amid smiles, songs, recitals, readings, questions, recommendations and more. 

The books arrive and leave for the communities to continue to encourage us, to be companions and great advisors.



Monday, 18 November 2024

All'pata paguikun in Utcubamba

Today, 24th September, 2024, at 9:30 am in the classroom of 2 “A” of the secondary level of the I.E. “Petronila Abad Carrión”, in the hamlet of La Victoria, belonging to the province of Utcubamba, we carried out a little paguikun (offering) to the earth, recognizing and valuing our living family - like the water, mountains, earth and also our dear departed.

At the same time, we reflected on the damage we cause by the greed of human beings for possessing more material wealth and destroying ourselves, as in the case of forest fires. A student made me realize that, in our village, water and electricity services are constantly suspended due to drought and high temperatures.

We also rescued the voices of our villagers who say:

 “Times have changed; little by little the flow of the Utcubamba River is decreasing and becoming polluted”. 


Then, the students, excited, formed themselves in a circle: they had brought the elements for this ceremony. They said to me:

“Teacher, I brought my grandmother's yonque (cañazo, aguardiente)”, ‘I brought the sugar’, ‘I brought the roses from my garden’, ‘I brought the corn that my dad harvests in my farm’, ‘I brought the lentils that I like so much’, ‘I think we need to recognize the music’, among other comments.

It was beautiful to see how the students took the initiative. They spread out a crocheted and embroidered blanket and placed the saddlebags, bracelets and other things. Their curiosity and joy was phenomenal; it made me realize that they wanted to learn; one student said to me:

“Professor, who taught you?”

Quickly the face of our beloved teacher Alfredo Mires Ortiz and the beautiful memories we had in Cajamarca came to my mind. And, in a summarized way, I told my students a little about the Cajamarcan Libraries Network and how I learned this beautiful ritual.  

Then I explained to them when they can do this ceremony; for example, when they are about to start planting, during the harvest and even after the harvest as a thank you to our Pachamama for all that has been achieved. We also read the prayers to the three elements: earth, Apus and the deceased. Then I started, taking some coca leaves and making a little ball with the help of my hands, I gave three breaths and left them inside the clay pots. I took the sugar and finally, in the form of rain, I added the yonque.

At the end I mentioned the word “All'imiri, all'imiri, all'imiri”. I explained that it meant “It is good, it is good, it is good” and so we continued with all the participants.

Finally, we culminated with a reflection from a student, highlighting the value of what our elders teach us and how beautiful it is to value the knowledge they possess. Then, another student, in a special way, asked me not to bury our offering because she wanted to bury it in her farm and teach her parents what she had learned.


I take with me this beautiful experience with my students. We had a different class, very meaningful for everyone. A class of Andean cosmovision or cosmovivencia, as Alfredo would say.

I know that it is a challenge to get out of the routine of teaching, that many teachers cling to the traditional when teaching, that sometimes we are blindfolded and indifferent to the needs and changes required by the environment where we work.

That is why, together with two other teachers, we have also started to change an abandoned and dirty space, which was the library, and we have planted tamarind and coconut plants in our school.

I want to teach my colleagues, students and friends to learn and unlearn many things, to show them that there is a robotic classroom that limits us.

We are already taking our first steps in this journey.

Miguel Lopez


Verses that inspire

The students of the school “Sagrado Corazón” - Jaén, who participate in the weekly workshops of reading animation, applied a technique to create a new text: “tracing poetic structures”, and for this they used as a literary source the poem “Vengo” (I come from) by Alfredo Mires Ortiz, published in the book “Romance de la montaña”, (Romance of the mountain), page 44.

Our readers read the poem and then answered the question “And where do you imagine that you can come from?”, the answers were not long in coming: from a hidden stone, said one, from a green leaf, said another, from a volcano fire, said a third, and in this way they were socializing what their imagination dictated.

Then, they received the poetic structure that they were going to trace and the poetic results were interesting and praiseworthy.


Here, I share some of their productions: 

I COME FROM some rain drop.

FROM some sad cloud I come.

PERHAPS I AM a path without a road.

PERHAPS I AM a meaningless text.


I COME from some haunted forest.

FROM SOME part of space I come.

PERHAPS I AM a king without a crown.

PERHAPS I AM the light of my path.


Dalton Jhampiero Lozano Ruiz

First grade. 2024


I COME from a bird of hot fire.

FROM SOME purple moon I come.

PERHAPS I AM breakable grass.

PERHAPS I AM a blue meteorite.


I COME from some floating bubble in space.

I COME FROM SOME haunted house.

PERHAPS I AM an invisible wizard.

PERHAPS I AM a witch in love.


Dayira Sleiter Dávila Solano

First. 2024


Saturday, 16 November 2024

Absences

VIII

Drunk with sunshine

the leaves fall

to give thanks

to the earth

that gave them body.


XXII

I went away, I arrived

but to another place.


XXXII

Absencemeter:

apparatus for measuring the distance

from heart to heart.


XLIV

One plus one is one:

you, me, us,

the world.


Alfredo Mires

in: How to go to bed undecided and wake up ready to take a risk