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Dialogue: 0,0:00:07.16,0:00:09.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Hello loved ones,\N
Dialogue: 0,0:00:09.01,0:00:16.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and welcome to week 4 of the School of Our Lorde's,\NAudre Lorde Resurrection Sundays.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:16.49,0:00:18.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This is a really special week
Dialogue: 0,0:00:18.86,0:00:23.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,because this weekend was the \NBrilliance Remastered Guardian Dead
Dialogue: 0,0:00:23.31,0:00:28.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Retreat for Ancestor - led, \Ncommunity - accountable intellectuals.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:31.20,0:00:34.87,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Two of our sacred texts at the Guardian Dead retreat
Dialogue: 0,0:00:34.87,0:00:39.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,were Melvin Dickson's speech\N"I'll Be Somewhere Listening For My Name",
Dialogue: 0,0:00:39.98,0:00:48.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and Audre Lorde's poem "To A Girl Who Knew\NWhat Side Her Bread Was Buttered On".
Dialogue: 0,0:00:50.65,0:00:56.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Audre Lorde thought this poem about \Nthe importance of honouring our ancestors
Dialogue: 0,0:00:56.27,0:01:00.79,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,was so important she published it twice.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:03.32,0:01:09.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This poem is fairy tale answer \Nto generations of romantic poets,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:09.18,0:01:16.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and is an emphasis on why we need \Nto honour our ancestors
Dialogue: 0,0:01:16.84,0:01:21.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,on a regular, consistent, sustainable basis.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:24.05,0:01:26.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So our gift to you this week
Dialogue: 0,0:01:26.84,0:01:31.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,is a reading of "To A Girl Who Knew What Side Her Bread Was Buttered On"
Dialogue: 0,0:01:31.65,0:01:39.95,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,along with the Guardian Dead participants enacting their postures of reverence to their own ancestors.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:39.95,0:01:45.89,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,What it looks like for them to butter scones \Nto nurture their ancestral relationships.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:56.13,0:02:03.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"{\i1}To A Girl Who Knew\NWhat Side Her Bread Was Buttered On{\i0}.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:05.10,0:02:08.44,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}He, through the eyes of the first marauder{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:08.44,0:02:12.41,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}saw her, catch of bright thunder,{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:12.41,0:02:17.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}heaping tea and bread for her guardian dead{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:17.27,0:02:21.17,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}crunching the nut-dry words they said{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:21.17,0:02:24.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}and, thinking the bones were sleeping,{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:24.97,0:02:27.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}he broke through the muffled afternoon{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:27.97,0:02:31.32,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}calling an end to their ritual's tune{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:31.32,0:02:34.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}with lightning-like disorder:{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:35.60,0:02:37.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}'Leave the bones, Love!{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:37.33,0:02:39.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}Come away from these summer breads{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:39.37,0:02:41.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}with the flavour of hay—{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:41.40,0:02:44.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}your guards can watch the shards of {\b1}our {\b0}catch{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:44.54,0:02:48.48,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}warming {\b1}our{\b0} bones on some winter's day!'{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:50.30,0:02:54.50,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}Like an ocean of straws{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:54.50,0:02:57.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}the old bones rose{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:02:57.94,0:03:01.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}Feeling the lightning's second death;{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:03:01.88,0:03:04.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}there was little time to wonder{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:03:04.58,0:03:07.57,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}at the silence of bright thunder{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:03:07.57,0:03:12.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}as, with a smile of pity and stealth,{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:03:12.78,0:03:18.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}she buttered fresh scones for her guardian bones{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:03:18.88,0:03:22.100,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}and they trampled him into the earth.{\i0}"
Dialogue: 0,0:03:30.73,0:03:34.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!
Dialogue: 0,0:03:34.34,0:03:38.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So! Your assignment for this week
Dialogue: 0,0:03:38.70,0:03:43.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,is to remember what side your bread is buttered on,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:43.54,0:03:47.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what are your regular practices \Nto honour your ancestors?
Dialogue: 0,0:03:47.33,0:03:54.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,What are the tempting distractions that come along \Ntrying to drag you away from them?
Dialogue: 0,0:03:54.56,0:03:58.41,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,If you want to write about that in the comments, \Nyou can;
Dialogue: 0,0:03:58.41,0:04:01.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,if not, no worries.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:01.54,0:04:05.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I will share with you the poem that I got
Dialogue: 0,0:04:05.04,0:04:09.57,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in our To A Girl Who Knew What Side Her Bread Is Buttered On oracle,
Dialogue: 0,0:04:09.57,0:04:15.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,which is A Poem For The Letter G \N___{\u1}[cannot hear this part]{\u0}___
Dialogue: 0,0:04:18.31,0:04:20.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The Poem For The Letter G is
Dialogue: 0,0:04:20.67,0:04:24.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,{\i1}girl, guardian, guards, guardians.{\i0}
Dialogue: 0,0:04:27.13,0:04:33.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And I dedicate this week's video with so much love
Dialogue: 0,0:04:33.12,0:04:38.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to my fellow participants \Nin the Guardian Dead retreat,
Dialogue: 0,0:04:38.08,0:04:44.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and my brilliant co-facilitator\Nbrother doctor Eric Darnell Pritchard.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:44.68,0:04:49.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,If you are interested in finding out more \Nabout Brilliance Remastered
Dialogue: 0,0:04:49.36,0:04:55.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,check us out at\Nalexispauline.com/brillianceremastered/
Dialogue: 0,0:04:56.53,0:05:00.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And if you would like to have some one on one time,
Dialogue: 0,0:05:00.02,0:05:06.41,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,explore more of the videos from other weeks,\Nor get your own oracle poem, go to:
Dialogue: 0,0:05:06.41,0:05:09.11,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the School of Our Lorde website which is:
Dialogue: 0,0:05:09.11,0:05:13.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,summerofourlorde.wordpress.com
Dialogue: 0,0:05:13.36,0:05:17.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And until next time, please remember that...
Dialogue: 0,0:05:19.88,0:05:24.82,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[ {\i1}GROUP SPEAKS{\i0} ] We are who we are,\Ndoing what we came to do.