some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me
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Derailing My Train of Thought by Thomas Wightman
Says Thomas about this project: “The final book sculpture of my major project series. Like the previous two sculptures it uses a visual metaphor to convey the emotions of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and embodies my research by visualising an expression used by a sufferer of OCD. The expression was ‘derailing my train of thought’, because the person felt that the rituals they had to perform were disrupting their day. Where the compulsions and worry would side track them from doing everyday activities.
To convey this metaphor the sculpture shows a train travelling on a journey that has become disrupted, leading it to derail from its set path. Typography was used on the tracks for the title of the piece, also type was used for the coal. In the scene it shows the coal cart tipping over where the type has become mixed up to symbolise the mixed emotions during anxiety and panic”.
I just turned my back for a second and
there you were. I’m not really into breasts.
They remind me of a man wearing a cookie
costume. I’ve never seen one in the wild.
In the zoo, sure — even the insects have them.
I’m a pussy. Couldn’t bench press a wren.
I could care less. I couldn’t care less
means the same thing. And now the cat-man
glazes each cat with a tuning fork. Kindness,
I call it, though some call it glazing cats.
You bring the Bible of Fuck, the Book
of Mormon of Fuck, the Qur’an of —
wait, I’m not at war with Islam! I am at war
with Fuck and the Fucking it entails. Fuck
is a movement I missed out on. I ride
A shrimp to Limp City if you take
my meaning. I like mean chicks with private
dicks. The judge sentenced me to use the word
rack in a sentence. Now I’m required
to register as a sex pretender.
— Michael Robbins: shrimp boat to limp city (via oodh)
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So we will protect ourselves. If Israel reserves the right to bomb us with F-16s and helicopter gunships, it should not be surprised when Palestinians seek defensive weapons to bring those aircraft down. And while I, and the Fatah movement to which I belong, strongly oppose attacks and the targeting of civilians inside Israel, our future neighbor, I reserve the right to protect myself, to resist the Israeli occupation of my country and to fight for my freedom. If Palestinians are expected to negotiate under occupation, then Israel must be expected to negotiate as we resist that occupation.
I am not a terrorist, but neither am I a pacifist. I am simply a regular guy from the Palestinian street advocating only what every other oppressed person has advocated — the right to help myself in the absence of help from anywhere else.
This principle may well lead to my assassination. So let my position be clear in order that my death not be lightly dismissed by the world as just one more statistic in Israel’s “war on terrorism.” For six years I languished as a political prisoner in an Israeli jail, where I was tortured, where I hung blindfolded as an Israeli beat my genitals with a stick. But since 1994, when I believed Israel was serious about ending its occupation, I have been a tireless advocate of a peace based on fairness and equality. I led delegations of Palestinians in meetings with Israeli parliamentarians to promote mutual understanding and cooperation. I still seek peaceful coexistence between the equal and independent countries of Israel and Palestine based on full withdrawal from Palestinian territories occupied in 1967 and a just resolution to the plight of Palestinian refugees pursuant to U.N. resolutions. I do not seek to destroy Israel but only to end its occupation of my country.
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A 79-year old woman showing the key to what used to be her home in the village of Iraq al-Manshiyya where she was displaced from during the Nakba of 1948.
(Source: Flickr / virtanen1)
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A 102-year-old Palestinian woman holds the key of her family home in the village of Iraq al-Manshiyya, in what is now Israeli-occupied Palestine, on May 14, 2013. She now lives in al-Aroub Palestinian refugee camp, just north the West Bank town of Hebron.
DAMASCUS, (SANA) - The armed terrorist groups on Wednesday opened fire at a march organized by Palestinians who tried to return to their houses in al-Yarmouk Camp, causing injuries among the participants.
Director of Media Affairs at the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine-General Command, Anwar Raja, told SANA that the terrorists opened fire on thousands of Palestinians who were trying to go back to their houses after being forced to leave them due to the acts of the terrorist groups.
Raja added that the attack against the “Return to the Camp” event resulted in the injury of several citizens, among them a woman.
Earlier, terrorists mostly affiliated to Jabhat al-Nusra terrorist organization entered the camp and committed murder and looting acts, forcing thousands of the locals to leave their houses.
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This Week in History: On May 14, 1948, the state of Israel was established, creating the largest refugee population in the world. According to Israeli historian Ilan Pappe, “Jewish forces expelled over a million Palestinians from their homes at gunpoint, massacred civilians and deliberately destroyed hundreds of Palestinian villages.”
Palestinians who escaped persecution from Jewish forces fled to Gaza, Jordan, Lebanon, Syria and the West Bank. As a result, there are now 4.5 million Palestinian refugees without the right to return to their homes in the land now called Israel. Many refugees still retain old deeds and keys to homes now occupied by Israelis.
The ethnic cleansing of Palestinians is known as al-Nakba - the Palestinian “Catastrophe” - and is commemorated on Nakba Day on the 15th of May every year, the day after Israeli Independence Day on the Gregorian calendar.
Throughout its history Israel has denied that al Nakba - which started just years after the Holocaust - ever took place, and just recently the Israeli government passed a fascist law that allows the denial of state funding to NGOs that participate in Nakba commemorations. In 2009, it banned the use of the term “Nakba” in school textbooks.
Palestinians don’t consider the Nakba to have ever ended, rather, as Israel continues its ethnic cleansing of Palestinians to this day - evicting them from their homes and demolishing others’ - it is ongoing.
Photos: Top: Thousands of Palestinians throng the beach as they are forced out of their homeland / Bottom: An elderly Palestinian couple during the mass exodus, Palestine, 1948 (UNRWA)
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Hand-written outline of Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, detailing characters, significant plot points, locales and times. A thing of beauty and wonder.
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Yesterday was Mother’s Day, so I transcribed this poem onto the inside of a card for my mother.
أحنُ إلى خبز أمي
ولمسةِ أمي ..
وتكبر فيَّ الطفولةُ
يوماً على صدر يومِ
و أعشق عمري لأني
أخجل من دمع أمي !
خذيني .. إذا عدتُ يوماً
وغطي عظامي بعشبٍ
تعمَّد من طهر كعبكْ
بخصلة شعرٍ ..
بخيطٍ يلوِّح في ذيل ثوبك..
عساني أصيرُ إلهًا
إلهًا أصير ..
إذا ما لمستُ قرارة قلبك !
ضعيني إذا مارجعتُ
وقودا بتنور ناركْ
وحبل غسيل على سطح داركْ
لأني فقدت الوقوف
بدون صلاةِ نهاركْ
هرمتُ فردّي نجوم الطفولة
صغار العصافير ..
درب الرجوع ..
To My Mother
Dearly I yearn for my mother’s bread,
My mother’s coffee,
Mother’s brushing touch.
Childhood is raised in me,
Day upon day in me.
And I so cherish life
Because if I died
My mother’s tears would shame me.
Set me, if I return one day,
As a shawl on your eyelashes, let your hand
Spread grass out over my bones,
Christened by your immaculate footsteps
As on holy land.
Fasten us with a lock of hair,
With thread strung from the back of your dress.
I could grow into godhood
Commend my spirit into godhood
If I but touch your heart’s deep breadth.
Set me, if ever I return,
In your oven as fuel to help you cook,
On your roof as a clothesline stretched in your hands.
Weak without your daily prayers,
I can no longer stand.
I am old
Give me back the stars of childhood
That I may chart the homeward quest
Back with the migrant birds,
Back to your awaiting nest.
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