Paul Celan said that the poem was no different from a handshake... The handshake is our decided ritual of both asserting (I am here) and handing over (here) a self to another. Hence the poem is that—Here. I am here.
—Claudia Rankine, from Don't Let Me Be Lonely
I’m an Indigenous woman of Anishinaabe territory, being sued for $4M, facing 1 yr jail for locking to a CAT machine at Mountain Valley Pipeline, which would serve Elbit Systems.
Our peoples will *never* die. We are the land, the land is us. We stand with you, relatives ✊🏽❤️ #IWD
My cousin got her first period while forcibly displaced in a tent in southern Gaza. Her mother spent two days looking for sanitary pads & painkillers amid israel’s genocide & blockade of aid supplies. For International Women’s Day, call out feminists who are silent on Palestine.
Big thanks to @mara_beneway for coming on our final episode of season 9 to discuss Florida Weird, zines in general, and her near-future plans!
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If we can afford war, we can afford reparations.
If we can afford war, we can afford Medicare for All.
If we can afford war, we can afford universal childcare.
If we can afford war, we can afford college for all.
If we can afford war, we can afford universal basic income.
127 children killed per-day in Auschwitz in 5 years.
139 children killed per day in Gaza in 135 days.
Just like there can be no justification for the Holocaust, there can be no justification for the ongoing genocide of the Palestinian people. Both deserve the same condemnation.
Sublime, indifferent, it is present, it will not respond.
It is encompassing, it will not minister.
Meaning, it will feed you, it will ravish you,
it will not keep you alive.
- Louise Gluck, "The Sensual World"