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		<title>Writing</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2011 20:12:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Iryna Muha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;..People ask me – how do you write songs? I depends , they just come when they want, I can only look out for them trying to be sensitive to what’s inside and be true with myself. And then have the courage to be true to the listener&#8230;&#8217; Iryna Muha &#8216;.Some of my tunes come [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8216;..People ask me – how do you write songs?  I depends , they just come when they want, I can only look out for them trying to be sensitive to what’s inside and be true with myself. And then have the courage to be true to the listener&#8230;&#8217; Iryna Muha</p>
<p>&#8216;.Some of my tunes come in the moments of walking meditation. The quiet cloud, a massive tree or the ever-running river are my inspirations..&#8217; Iryna Muha</p>
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		<title>The Forest Woman</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 01:44:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Iryna</dc:creator>
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		<title>Jean Binta Breeze</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 21:09:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Iryna Muha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[At one of the events during Black History month I met Jean Binta Breeze- a Caribbean woman, a poet and writer. This woman struck me with her strong feeling of her roots. ’We need to understand where we come from in order to point out where we are in life and define our future.’ She [...]]]></description>
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At one of the events during Black History month I met <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_%22Binta%22_Breeze" target="_blank">Jean Binta Breeze</a>- a Caribbean woman, a poet and writer.  This woman struck me with her strong feeling of her roots. ’We need to understand where we come from in order to point out where we are in life and define our future.’</p>
<p>She put in simple few words those thoughts and feelings that I was researching in my design degree and writing songs about for the last six years, but never managed to outline so precise as she did.  </p>
<p>Binta was talking about assimilation and integration.<br />
Assimilation is when you come from one culture to another and become a part of the new the community, acquiring it’s properties, but loose what you had.<br />
Integration is when you bring your culture into a new environment and share it, put it in a pot and stay open minded – then we surround ourselves by the rich culture.</p>
<p>I will let this to be my  answer to a question why I do not sing in English <img src='http://www.muha.co.uk/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>National Poetry day</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 14:57:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Iryna Muha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I’ve heard on the radio this morning that is it a National Poetry Day today. And I thought about Jerry Hope- a famous Derby’s poet, creative writer, musician , a founder of The Dust Collectors and an inspiration for so many people who new him and his work. He left this world in the spring [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I’ve heard on the radio this morning that is it a <a href="http://www.nationalpoetryday.co.uk/" target="_blank">National Poetry Day</a> today. And I thought about Jerry Hope-  a famous Derby’s  poet, creative writer, musician , a founder of <a href="http://www.myspace.com/dustcollectors" target="_blank"> The Dust Collectors </a>and an inspiration for so many people who new him and his work. He left this world in the spring 2008, still very young and full of creative energy. Who knows where his soul wanders now…</p>
<p>The following Jerry’s words were  taken from the <a href="http://www.georgeharrisphoto.co.uk/webpages/groundswelldocuments/catologue%20groundswell.pdf" target="_blank">catalogue</a> form <a href="http://www.georgeharrisphoto.co.uk/" target="_blank">George Harris </a>website.</p>
<p><strong>Jerry Hope</strong><br />
<strong>Ghosts</strong></p>
<ul>
Landscapes change.<br />
People move.<br />
And become someone else.<br />
And Disappear.</ul>
<p>Times and structures topple, pushing the future forward. Technological development accelerates, moving faster and faster towards a point of simultaneity where tomorrow turns in on itself.<br />
Truth disappears amongst the dust, amongst the plastic wrappers, the nuclear waste, the Fox News; amongst yesterday’s high-street fashions and fire-and-forget weaponries. ‘New, new, new!’  Tony Blair told a meeting of European leaders soon after entering office, ‘everything is new!’ But it’s hard to change a landscape without disturbing graves. What cadavers are we unearthing in our constant search for regeneration? What creatures from the pasts will return to haunt us?<br />
                                                                   <strong> Jerry Hope</strong></p>
<p><small> by Iryna Muha </small></p>
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