OH, GIVE ME SOMETHING TO REMEMBER YOU BY

This song was used very effectively in the documentary film- THE HIDDEN FACE OF SUICIDE. Yahudit Silverman


Oh, give me something to remember you by
When you are far away from me, dear
Some little something, meaning love can not die,
No matter where you chance to be.

Though I'll pray for you, night and day for you;
It will see me through like a charm,
Till you're returning.
So give me something to remember you by
When you are far away from me.

Though I'll pray for you, night and day for you

It will see me through like a charm
Till your returning

So give me something to remember you by

When you are far away from me.
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There is something so damaging, so profoundly hurtful, when we silence those who are suffering, when we turn away from their pain."

The Hidden Face of Suicide is a meditative, heartfelt, film that explores the question of suicide with fresh eyes, originality, and intelligence. Department of Creative Arts Therapies professor and filmmaker Yehudit Silverman enters the world of survivors, those who have lost loved ones to suicide and reveals their remarkable stories.



Date:
April 11, 2010 at 3 p.m.

Location:
J.A. De Sève Cinema, Concordia University, 1400 de Maisonneuve Blvd W.

Cost:
Free admission. Everyone welcome.

Colours- Lynn Gordon

I slogged at a slag-coloured job
concealed it in a rose petal hues
as I focused on perks and benefits
to banish the eight to four blues.

From ho-hum I made la-di-da
as boredom at bay I did hold,
Magician, sly alchemist, I worked hard
at transforming dust into gold.

Til settling for gray would not do;
I unleashed the longing within,
shed the past, turned the page to shades of white
faced forward and sloughed off a skin.

Imagine-John Lennon

Imagine there’s no countries

It isn’t hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace…

…..Imagine all the people

Sharing all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope someday you’ll join us

And the world will live as one”

Introduction to Poetry- Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

THE GLASS EYE

A man who lived in a block of apartments thought it was raining and put his head out the window to check. As he did so a glass eye fell into his hand.

He looked up to see where it came from in time to see a young woman looking down. "Is this yours?" he asked. She said, "Yes, could you bring it up?" and the man agreed. On arrival she was profuse in her thanks and offered the man a drink. As she was very attractive he agreed. Shortly afterwards she said, "I'm about to have dinner. There's plenty; would you like to join me?"
He readily accepted her offer and both enjoyed a lovely meal. As the evening was drawing to a close the lady said, "I've had a marvelous evening. Would you like to stay the night?"
The man hesitated then said, "Do you act like this with every man you meet?"
"No," she replied, "only those who catch my eye

THE BEREAVEMENT OFFICER

This story is one hundred percent true. It actually happened, in Israel during the
first month of the Lebanon war, in '82, One morning, a bereavement officer pulls
up in a white van outside the apartment building at 62 Hillel Street in Givatayim,
a small community just east of Tel Aviv. He walks up to apartment 3. Rings the
bell. A woman answers the door. The officer says, Are you you the mother of
Corporal Tal Lavis? She says yes. He tells her he's very sorry, but her son Tal was
killed the night before in Lebanon.

The woman screams. She starts beating her chest and wailing. The neighbours
come over. The news spreads and within fifteen minutes, half the neigbourhood's
in her living room. Everyone's crying. The family's crushed. They hang posters all
over town announcing the death and the funeral and the address for the shiva.
Total mayhem.

So a few hours later, the bereavement officer shows up again. It turns out the
army made a mistake. There is another Tal Lavis who lives at 26 Hillel Street, two
blocks away. He's the one who died. Not this woman's son, who is very much
alive.
For the mother it was the happiest moment of her life! It's like her son came back
from the dead. Meanwhile, the bereavement officer drives down the street to tell
the other family that their son was killed in Lebanon. So they start screaming and
wailing, and their neighbours go over, and the whole neighbourhood moves from
the first apartment to the one down the street. They hang up new signs,
announcing a new time and location for the new funeral and a new address for
the shiva.
Its unbeleavable, but it's not the and of the story, So that night, the first family
walks down the street to pay their condolences to the second family. About an
hour later, they walk back to the apartment . And who is waiting for them at
their front door?

No, not their their son Tal Lavis. The bereavement officer. Turns out it was not a
mix-up after all. Both Tal Lavis were killed on the same day, one at 62 Hillel
Street, the other at 26 Hillel Street.

Excerpt- The 188th Cry Baby Brigade -Joel Chasnoff

For those who hope and think that war will solve all the world's ills and particularly in the middle east.

ADVICE I TAKE TO HEART - MARK TWAIN

Dance like nobody’s watching
love like you’ve never been hurt
Sing like nobody’s listening
live like it’s heaven on earth”