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dilluns, 27 de febrer del 2023
Recerca a la biblioteca. Alumnes de 1r de primària. Els guppys
dimecres, 22 de febrer del 2023
Dijous, mercat a Granollers poesia a l'escola
Aquest 2n trimestre hem muntat la cartellera de les Migracions. El mateix tema del concurs Pilarín Bayés, alguns alumnes de CM i CS HI han participat
La Revista Namaka d'aquest trimestre també parla sobre les migracions. Hi ha petits articles, jocs, contes que potser us pot interessar.
La tenim en format paper i també us l'adjunto per si pot ser del vostre interès.
dimecres, 15 de febrer del 2023
Dijous, mercat a Granollers poesia a l'escola
Encàrrec per a la presentació de l'Estratègia per a l'Alimentació Saludable i Sostenible 2030 al Saló de Cent el 28/11/2022. Poema basat en 'Common Ground', escrit en anglès per al Milan Urban Food Policy Pact Forum.
Manté l'estructura en capítols: - Capítol 1: 'Anomalia', obrint el focus per tenir perspectiva històrica - Capítol 2: 'Paràsits', canvi climàtic i pèrdua d'ecosistemes - Capítol 3: 'El mercat es regularà sol', crítica àcida a les multinacionals dels ultraprocessats - Capítol 4: 'Contes de fades', reivindicació del paper de la pagesia - Capítol 5: 'Una carta demanant perdó', pobresa alimentària - Capítol 6: 'Nodrint camí', crida a l'acció en el context de l'acteAdriana Bertran Anía
Chapter 1: the Garden of Eden
If we took the whole of human History up until this very moment and compressed it into 24 hours, one day, we would have discovered agriculture at 11 pm. The industrial revolution would have taken place 1 minute ago, at 11:59 pm. Our mode of life is a historical anomaly. If the Biblical God condemned Adam and Eve to farming (<<by the sweat of your brow you shall eat your bread>>), then was the garden of Eden the long era of hunter-gatherers?
Chapter 2: Parasites Ever wished for a world without insects, after an ant attack on your kitchen or that mosquito bite on your tiny toe? I have. Yet in a world without insects, us humans would die in months. The tiny monsters are the life-spreading pollinators, as well as a ubiquitous compost-making squad. Insects also feed the birds. 40% of bird species are in decline, tail-spinning into loss. Fish have existed for 480,000,000 years. Long before we came along. Yet in the last 40 years we have slashed marine populations in half. We are pushing the meteorite. And the meteorite is industrial agriculture. And I wish in exchange for cheap, unhealthy food we were just losing beauty, or companionship, or diversity, or meaning when we lose a species or two. The problem is when we started building our own decks of cards to gamble with, we forgot the cards were building a giant, complex house we stand in, yet not fully comprehend. Our house is a house of cards. Invisible threads binding all species together and us with all species. Every card we remove makes other cards follow suit. And, man, are we removing cards fast! 3 species every hour. Covid just another of… how many? sets of cards crumbling over our heads, because we keep disrupting a balance we don’t understand. We scream blindly yet we can’t speak the Earth’s language yet. My generation is wondering whether to have children at all. My teenage students are terrified about whether they’ll get to grow old. Will we ever learn, Mother, to listen to your rhythms; our lives beating too fast for us to hear your whisper? At the end of the human story, Hercules discovers he is still mortal. We are not Gods. We are not Gods. We omnivorous mammals. We don’t produce the food. The machines don’t produce the food. The Earth does. We have hijacked and twisted our own umbilical cord as if we weren’t connected to it. We still live in the Mother: the atmosphere we breathe from, layers of a womb protecting us. What big-headed parasite can claim to be separate from its victim and source of food?
Chapter 3: Fairies
Supermarkets
are effectively supplied
every day
by an army
of magical fairies.
All the farms in the world are like Old McDonald’s:
with a moo-moo here
and a cluck-cluck there
Ee i ee i o!
Yeah.
I mean, why let the ugly side of food
pro-duc-tion
pro-cess-ing
trans-por-ta-tion...
get in the way of
consumption?
Ssssh.
Let the consumer believe
it is all done by fairies.
Yes...
Fairies grow your food
and don’t need social security.
The back kitchen our food comes from
is not rurality any more —
it’s poverty.
The ‘fairies’ are not
invited to the table
they provided for.
A living wage is too much freedom
when the work being offered
is only fit for a slave.
Chapter 4: “the Market Will Take Care of Itself”
Recipe for maximum profit:
- low cost ingredients
from industrial farming,
- long shelf life for convenience & long-distance transport
- craving-inducing additives
(make it addicktive)
- evade responsibility (and taxes, where possible)
- aggressive marketing!
Thank you. We truly are a success.
Global sales of ultraprocessed foods
have risen 43.7% in the last 13 years.
I see a bright future
of insulin-dependent children
against a backdrop of desertified land
that used to be
a monocrop.
If you factored everything in, like the environment and stuff, the true cost of a burger would be $200. And we’re paying $0.10!
Talk about a good deal, huh.
Meanwhile, 1 in every 5 euros spent on the Spanish public health system
is for treating food-related illnesses.
I bet the taxpayers are delighted at having to pay
to clear our mess.
Chapter 5: the Apology Letter
Last month
a twelve-year-old
this tall,
a student of mine,
had to write an apology letter
to a girl
whose breakfast he had stolen
for the third time.
‘Where’s your breakfast?’, I ask.
He’s gone into the habit of eating his mid-morning snack
way before the break.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, at the subsidized school canteen, he loots the bread.
I call in his mum,
she’s very punctual
very composed
until I bring up
the food issue.
She breaks down
in tears of undeserved shame
confesses
even eggs are outside her price range
mother and teenage son share a room:
she
is poor.
And I wonder who
should write an apology letter
to whom.
Chapter 6: Common Ground In the playground, as a kid, when the rough boys kicked the heavy ball high I used to believe if I closed my eyes hard enough the ball would not hit me. But of course it did. It so painful to look at the facts with open eyes: how deep the global cut is bleeding, how bad the infection inside it can be; the future holding its breath but we must dare to see. Well-informed hope is not for the faint of heart. So here we are. May we be strong enough to face the facts, embrace the facts; may our eyes and hearts be open as they are hit. Here we are. At the end of the Barcelona Forum, 10 days away from Glasgow, here we are. Helping the wound crack to let the light shine. It’s always darkest before dawn. And that’s why there’s so much work to be done. Dear brave cities challenging the past to write a different future: in this room or online, together, we are standing over fertile common ground.
divendres, 10 de febrer del 2023
Cartellera literària del 2n trimestre. Migracions
Avui hem estrenat la nova cartellera literària, a la segona planta de l'escola de primària. Ens hem basat amb el concurs de relats per a nens i nenes de la Pilarín Bayés, on el tema són les Migracions. Amb aquesta cartellera hem representat les migracions causades per les guerres, desastres naturals... , com hi han hagut d'emigrar a altres països per poder aconseguir una vida .
dimecres, 8 de febrer del 2023
Dijous, mercat a Granollers poesia a l'escola.
Las legumbres hervidas, golpeadas
a fuego en las cazuelas, espesaron
una parte del agua, retuvieron
otra parte consigo.
Después que estáis sentados a la mesa
los míos de la sangre -cinco- pienso
que es posible que coman en el mundo
muchas gentes, hoy, esto.
Ahora que tenemos sobre la lengua la misma pasta de la tierra,
puedo olvidar mi corazón y resistir las cucharas.
Yo siento
en el silencio machacado
algo maravilloso:
cinco seres humanos
comprender la vida a través del mismo sabor.
Antonio Gamoneda.
Mar González i Emma Shcmid |
divendres, 3 de febrer del 2023
Fem recerca a la biblioteca. 2n de primària
Els alumnes de 2n de primària venen a la biblioteca a fer recerca sobre els tomàquets. A la biblioteca els hi expliquem la importància de saber a on trobar la informació. Els hi fem una breu explicació de com està organitzada la biblioteca. De manera molt visual, apilant les caixes amb els números de la CDU (Classificació Decimal Universal), anem descobrint quins llibres hi ha ordenats en cada una d'elles. Un cop ja sabem a on podem trobar la informació, agafem els llibres referents a les tomaqueres, horts, fruits...i ens posem a treballar.
Hem acabat la sessió explicant contes
Mau iz io?