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I can tell somebody’s been reading Bleeding Cool…
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new t-shirt 💖
here’s what i said about it on Instagram yesterday:
it’s been a real struggle feeling like a writer at all recently. haven’t had the energy to do much other than work, come home, sleep. any energy i have left has often been spent on spending time with the people i love, trying to make it out to the occasional ~literary event~ so i don’t feel isolated, and… i don’t know. lying around half-awake and playing videogames. the writing suffers. is this a problem? i don’t know. it does feel a bit like the dream of ever having a book published and available in shops just gets further and further and further away. right now i don’t know how to write a poem, or an essay. it feels at times like i barely have the mental energy to read. and if i can’t read what business do i have writing. and i also find myself thinking - i am lucky to be even at the stage i’m at. lucky to be able to work, to be able to get out and see people. it’s just hard because i want more.
anyway. i ordered this shirt earlier this summer and it got here yesterday and i love it so much. i like to wear this lineage. to lift it up & try and imagine myself within it. thanks to kaiya waerea for designing and producing this beautiful thing.
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"Attacks against civilian infrastructure, especially electricity, are war crimes," pointed out Ursula von der Leyen, the president of the European Commission. "Cutting off men, women, children [from] water, electricity and heating with winter coming," she continued— "these are acts of pure terror." Von der Leyen is right, of course, but in this instance she was referring to Russia's attacks on Ukraine's infrastructure. As for Israel's attacks on Gazas infrastructure, Von der Leyen says that Israel has the right to defend itself.
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ALTokay but, that's the dream
(Bela Tarr reflecting on film.factory, which went bankrupt after 3 years)
Simply love to borrow a weird rare book from the public library consortium I work for
And this is hard, anyway, because I can’t take any meaning from the text. Ophelia’s just singing nonsense songs.
mum sent me this photo of Poppy having a little nap… I love her
“What we are not allowed to say, in other words, is that if you want the violence to stop, you must stop the conditions that produced it. You must stop the hideous system of racial segregation, dispossession, occupation, and apartheid that has disfigured and tormented Palestine since 1948, consequent upon the violent project to transform a land that has always been home to many cultures, faiths, and languages into a state with a monolithic identity that requires the marginalization or outright removal of anyone who doesn’t fit. And that while what’s happening in Gaza today is a consequence of decades of settler-colonial violence and must be placed in the broader history of that violence to be understood, it has taken us to places to which the entire history of colonialism has never taken us before.”
hi hippie shake anon, i’ve been scouring their n3w sale and got this shirt 💖
Running Orders
By Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
They call us now,
before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass-shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think, Do I know any Davids in Gaza?
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of
war-time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are.
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run.
