 Hello, everyone. Welcome to the DebConf Poetry Night. Just a short recap of what you can expect from this session now. There have been poetry nights in DebConf before. It's all started out in DebConf 12 in Nicaragua, where an open mic night or a poetry night was organized in a nearby bar. People went there and presented some texts, which was really, really nice. Sorry, I had to mute the stream because I heard me talking over myself again. We had this also in Switzerland with the campfire, which was really, really nice. In DebConf 15 in Heidelberg it didn't work out that well and sort of faded away, but different people asked me whether we can hold one again and I asked, yeah, if there are people willing to present the text, then I can organize the session. And so here we are. There will be different people presenting texts that either they have written themselves or that are very meaningful to them, and they will give a short introduction themselves. And that's mostly how it's going to work. I think I'm going to start off with my text. I'm not so sure if I should give too much background on it. It was written in a poetry slam text style and I've presented it at a German language poetry slam here in Vienna and it actually made the people who presented it nominate me for a poetry slam mastership. I'm still quite in awe about that, but I hope the text resonates with you quite well because parts of it were also influenced by happenings within the Debian community. And that's also the reason why I also translated it to English. So here it starts. It's so difficult. Don't tell me how difficult it is to remember my name. Don't tell me how difficult it is for you. Don't tell me how difficult it is to use correct pronouns. Don't tell me anything about that. It's difficult? What is difficult? Don't tell me how difficult it is for you. Don't tell me how difficult it is to not use the name that every time I hear hurts my inside, that for every person who hears it, stores it with the wrong pronouns, that for every person who hears it, plays the movie of man in the dress in their mind. So don't not tell me how difficult it is to remember a name and correct pronouns. It's difficult to discuss whether the difference between a pussy head, which even the woman who created it understood that this exists and trends excluding because it equates body parts with gender, having to discuss why the symbol of the pussy head jokes you. And it's difficult to have to discuss why criticizing the pussy head has nothing to do with pictures of Wolvers. Because fucking them, yes. I'm absolutely for relaxed approach of Wolvers. Yes, we will have Wolver. I'd like to have one of my own after all. And here's the outing, so you finally can get rid of the question, what's in her pants? Which probably kept you occupied since the beginning and distracted from the text, focus people. But it has to be possible to speak about the liberation of Wolvers without every fucking time telling trans women that they aren't women, without every fucking time perpetuating biologisms, without every fucking time equating body parts with gender identity. It can't be that hard to break that sexism done fuck. So do not tell me how difficult it is to remember a name and correct pronouns. It's difficult to get told by relatives that it doesn't matter which political party they get involved in to annoy their mayor as long as it's not his party. Difficult to hear them that they decided on a party that says that you have gender ideology and gender madness and those call you a persona non grata who wants to destroy society. And it's difficult to be told that the party isn't that bad. So do not tell me how difficult it is to remember a name and correct pronouns. It's difficult to read within the software project whose community was supportive of your transition during the last 15 years, to read within this community that it's just an opinion when a person denies to use pronouns of a person and wants to go back by chromosomes instead. It's difficult to read SS on the origin of Singular Day. SS on the chromosomes aren't unambitious and not a single person pointing out that you cannot see chromosomes besides that chromosomes are not identical with gender and chromosomes are not binary besides that it's difficult to read how courageously and nicely others deal with that person who denies your existence while you have been told to not be so short tempered with defending yourself. So do not tell me how difficult all this is for you. It's difficult to have to say at the airport that a rerouting of your flight through the United Arab Emirates is far from okay. Through a land where cross-dressing is forbidden a country in which I'm definitely read that way and it also happens here all the time. It's also difficult to see the puzzled face behind the desk then. And it's difficult to think for half a year about traveling to a conference in Brazil the country which has the highest murder rate of trans people to have to think about how you can present yourself there to have to think about how you can move around there to have to think about how likely it is for you to return from there. So do not tell me anything about it. I don't want to hear how difficult it is for you while me, we have to fight to live while me, we have to fight to be loved while me, we have to fight to be seen as data able while me, we have to fight to not get abused to not receive physical or psychological violence. So do not tell me anything about that because it makes me wanna puke. It doesn't let me sleep. It wakes me up at four in the morning and makes me write texts like this one and I'm darn fucking tired of not being able to speak because of your ignorance. Yes, I know that text is quite, quite rough but actually, yes, it kept me up at night and this text was actually written on the 24th of December last year. So, but maybe someone else has a more hopeful and cheerful text that they want to present and I see that Chatham is raising his hands so maybe you want to take the stage? Yes, please. Okay, so this is a poem from a Mexican poet woman named Lina Serón and I will say it first in Spanish and after in English. So, here is it. Acabar en ti. Quiero sentir como el desvanecimiento de mi luna acaricia tu alma. Como late mi corazón en tus cienes y como se mezcla nuestra realidad cotidiana para convertir tus mejores sueños en furtivas gotas de placer. Quiero enseñarte el camino del cansancio, atravesar lentamente tus muros y derribar la muralla de tu piel para inmortalizar mis delirios con tu risa corporea y suave. Déjame bañarte de lo juria con mi boca, hacer una rebelión de amor con tus hormonas, aspirar el aroma de tu pecho y demostrarte cuánto te amo con la fatiga de mi cuerpo. Finish in you. I want to feel my moon fading and caress yourself. How my heart beats in your temples and how our daily reality is mixed to convert your best dreams in 40 drops of pleasure. I want to show you the path of fatigue. Slowly walk through your walls and break down the wall of your skin to immortalize my delusions with your soft bodily laughter. Let me bat you in loss with my mouth. Make a love rebellion with your hormones, breathe in the aroma of your chest and show you much I love you with the fatigues of my body. Thank you. Well done. Thank you. Who else wants to come to the front? I think Andy, you raised your hand before also. Is that correct? Yes, that's correct. Mine is a song. I'm going to try and sing it. If I drop out after the first verse, you'll understand. There's two debcon for twenty, the brightest and best. Now it's this year, oh so good in getting no rest. We've not met in Haifa. It's all doom and gloom. And I'm sad like a lifer here trapped in my room. I'm sad in my room. It's all doom and gloom. And I'm sad at my keyboard here trapped in my room. Now there's IRC rooms and there's gypsy and all, but no fun conversations as we meet in the hall. No hugs for old friends. No shared wine and cheese. Just shared indigestion as we take our ease. I'm sad in my room. It's all doom and gloom. And I'm sad with three screens around me in my room. But there's people to chat to and faces we know and new things to learn. And we are all on the go. I'll go en espagnol. There's no cause for alarm. An Indic track showcasing Malay alarm. I'm sad in my room. It's all doom and gloom. And I'm sad with my think-pads and cats in my room. With webcams and buffering with lag and delay it's as well that there's deb-conf time all through the day. The effects of tiredness are hard to foresee for the Debian clocks all at time's own UTC. I'm sad in my room. It's all doom and gloom. And I'll sing out of tune as I'm sad in my room. There's no social drinking. There's no games of Mal. Keeping social distance we can't think quite how. This year is still friendly. Though mine is some fun we'll catch up next year when we'll all get some sun. I'm sad in my room. It's all doom and gloom. I'm sad with my friends around here in my room. There's loopy at deb-conf and snippets and such to cheer us all up. Sure it doesn't take much for a role one big family though we each code alone and we sometimes switch off or just complain and moan. I'm sad in my room. It's all doom and gloom and there's space for us all in the deb-conf chat room. This is my first deb-conf. Hope it won't be my last COVID is past to all who have done this. We deserve the credit. Now if you'll excuse me, I've weft pages to edit. I'm sad in my room. It's not all doom and gloom and we're met as one derby and here in my room. That was very lovely and entertaining. Thank you so much. I think Marley raised her hand before. Did I see that right? Can you hear me okay? Yes, it's fine. Cool. I'm outside because the weather is really beautiful. So I'm also going to do a song. This is one I wrote after I went to Faustem one year and I can't really hear myself play it because I have headphones on so we'll see how it works out. Round in 16 95 100's per day 44 Art Nouveau was the thing until 1914 at least City Museum tells me so took the train from Central Station heading to Bruges by ticket cost 30 return the novelty of handling things older than I come just the same there are stars like these we'll never see watching snow above just the same Thank you very much. I think you did raise the hand before. Are you ready? Or? Yes. Perfect. It's a song I wrote during my NM process and have sung it during lonely nights behind the bar at Depconf 19 maybe better not take it too seriously Sometimes I feel like a new maintainer Sometimes I feel like my only friend going through this weird process not knowing what comes next and not being able to see an end I don't really know if I should be DD maybe I can't understand the FSG to DMUP I have agreed policy is what I still have to read my AM disappeared long time ago in ancient days I got him assigned should I be patient or complain to front desk but to be honest I really don't mind I don't really know if I should be DD maybe I can't understand the FSG to DMUP I have agreed policy is what I still have to read yeah yeah yeah yeah That was funny, thank you Ramon Do you want to go next? Yes I would like to go So my name is Ramon and I'm from India Now I have a couple of pieces to choose from and I think I'll go with a piece that is that I wrote after my exams once last year and I was in my room alone and just couldn't sleep so the pieces title night it's a short one it's 5 AM and I still can't sleep my thoughts my thoughts they keep haunting me during the day I'm in the best of my spirits I wonder what's wrong with the nights I wonder if it's insomnia or is it just the cold and just then my mind laughs look at that lost 19 year old I've always fancied the moon it's night here right now I've always fancied the moon beautiful inspirational and bright little did I know like me even he is alone through the night you may think I'm sad and ask me if I'm all good I would say that I would tell that I'm fine all I need is just some food thank you that was also interesting I think just shall we put on your video do you want to say something before or after I put on the video your muted sorry just play the video okay thank you there we are okay I would like to read a poem by Charles Bikowski it's called some people some people never go crazy me sometimes I lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days they'll find me there it's syrup they'll say and they pour wine down my throat rub my chest sprinkle me with oils I'll rise with a roar rant rage curse them and the universe as I send them scattering over the lawn I'll feel much better sit down to toast an egg hum a little tune suddenly become as lovable as a pink overfed whale some people never go crazy what truly horrible lives they must let thanks do we have someone else in here who still wants to present something or hasn't yet um yeah I'm a little half man you have your hand raised yes so I would like to present a song with out words it's not written by me it's from a concerto written by a gig for the teleman which maybe some of you know if you don't well don't feel uncomfortable many people don't know this name um I have just to check how the acoustic reconditions are here as so I think I have to mute my speaker otherwise I will come in with the echo here and this is not a good idea and just give me a shout in the chat if something is utterly wrong on your side I want to add the recording is completely on my part so and it will start with an orchestra recording so to speak in the beginning just one moment Sahilista I hope I pronounced it correctly yeah so shall I start yes the stage is yours yeah so the poem I am going to recite is by novel laureate Ravindan Atheo and it was published back in year 1912 the name of the poem is where the mind is without fear where the mind is without fear and the head is held high where knowledge is free where the world has not been broken up in fragments by the narrow domestic walls where words come out from the depth of truth where tireless driving stretches its arms towards perfection where the clear stream of reason that has not lost its way into the dairy desert sand of dead habit where the mind is led forward by the ever widening and action into the heaven of freedom my father let my country awake thank you cheers thanks yes the next person will be a campus stage is yours okay does everybody hear me yeah okay it's good this song was meant for the loopy I think this is a nice time to share it with you I just wrote it for the Defcon I'm new here hope you this do you hear my guitar or any two amplifiers yeah okay Defcon 2020 I don't know how many APT installed free savoring my heart thank you all for your time thank you all for the vibes Defcon 2020 Defcon 2020 that's it thank you thank you very much I think we are sort of ready for a second round from some people let's start with ok so now this is a poem from Jose Martín Q&P and the name is Cultivo una rosa blanca Cultivo una rosa blanca en junio como en enero era el amigo sincero que me da su mano franca el que me arranca el corazón con que vivo cardo ni ortiga cultivo cultivo una rosa blanca I grow a white rose I grow a white rose in June and in January for the true friend who offers his honest hand and for the cruel one who tears from me the heart I live with not that this do I grow I grow a white rose thank you thank you and next Raman again yep so I'd like to first perform it and then give some background info so here it goes beautiful fears and magical you were I didn't realize I believed in magic until you came by you lit a cigarette to pop up some smoke and it was me who ended up high we were shy at first our journeys had just begun yet even after hours together we were never done being a night person I always fancied the moon you showed me even roads and valleys I had at you I know you didn't like it when we roam through the market for you were a diva and the highway was your red carpet walking through it alone now I searched the streets again and again because you were all ahead and I hope you are waiting in the next lane I still have the key you are nearby I assume for dirt was your makeup and fuel your perfume so this to give some background info about it this is a picture you need to see so any guesses what was this about so it was about a bike that got stolen this is the key that I still have thank you you did you wanted to go again yes it's a short I don't know if it's a poem what I wrote living on IRC talking to everyone and to no one visible to anyone and to no one all the same time sitting isolated in your own docker container by trying to make yourself hurt walking around in a mirror cabinet seeing people through a glass wall but cannot reach them queries, promise, connection but emphasize isolation we just have talked to each other you turned around it became silent where did you go an endless world of channels connection to another place outside the only place you are listened to enabling you to ask questions without looking like a fool forever meeting people talking about things being able to communicate getting answer and finding others being in the middle of it all IRC can be both hell and heaven sometimes it's both at the same time thank you is there anyone else will maybe say something I have a German language poem that I wrote last year for the coming out day it's the core context of it is that existence is already a political statement especially for trans people in a society I have to share a political statement I exist I am valid I don't need your opinion trans people exist earlier it didn't exist medicine is God but it's not the truth trans always existed medicine enables life and self-esteem as it was depression and suicide self-esteem very massive gender dysphoria makes the everyday life a horror that's not life gender euphoria gives us the power to live blocks us acceptance is not difficult live and live ask your pronouns respect them otherwise life is not wrong life is diverse society gives us the power not fear or hate trans people exist you don't have to understand but let us live this was my statement existence is political I shared it it's also written in high q style so it's these three lines with the first and the third line in five syllables and the second line in seven syllables and we are coming towards the end of the session if there isn't someone else who still feels encouraged to present something I think yeah a campus do you want to present the last piece okay it's a poem I wrote well it's in Spanish then I could translate it in English if there's time okay here I have it okay it says the past was translucent I believed to travel freely I believed that the mind was on the way to transform my reality I didn't consider more beings it was like flying between clouds forgetting that the clouds were others that pushed my journey to eternity when we leave the clouds and the beings when you are left alone in an unmanageable process you sink into the current your bones in your month and in the end you only see what this is and it has always been your truth it's it's not a happy point I could translate it if there's time yeah we are three more minutes okay well in English it will not sound the same but the idea is that my past was translucent I thought I could travel freely with freedom I thought that the mind was the path to transform my reality I didn't consider other beings it was like flying in clouds forgetting that the clouds was others who pushed me to my travel to eternity when the others goes the clouds and the beings when you are alone in a I don't know how to say alone backwards and you can stop going backwards you drown and your bones feel like you don't feel the bones you understand that this is this is the way it has been always it's a sad poem that's it thanks very much thank you all for presenting here and I hope it was enjoyable for the people on the stream I know there's always this kind of reluctant to present with a bigger audience but I'm quite happy that a few people were willing to take this risk and thank you all for being here it was really really enjoyable see you