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some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me

Fri, 17 May 2013 23:39:40 -0500

some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me

d0gbl0g: emmyc: danieltflynn: Nice to see you too, dog. o m...

Thu, 16 May 2013 19:15:32 -0500

d0gbl0g:

emmyc:

danieltflynn:

Nice to see you too, dog.

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ianbrooks: Derailing My Train of Thought by Thomas...

Thu, 16 May 2013 17:57:29 -0500

Derailing My Train of Thought by Thomas Wightman / posted by ianbrooks.me

Derailing My Train of Thought by Thomas Wightman / posted by ianbrooks.me

Derailing My Train of Thought by Thomas Wightman / posted by ianbrooks.me

Derailing My Train of Thought by Thomas Wightman / posted by ianbrooks.me

Derailing My Train of Thought by Thomas Wightman / posted by ianbrooks.me

Derailing My Train of Thought by Thomas Wightman / posted by ianbrooks.me

Derailing My Train of Thought by Thomas Wightman / posted by ianbrooks.me

Derailing My Train of Thought by Thomas Wightman / posted by ianbrooks.me

ianbrooks:

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”.

Artist: Behance / Website / Previously!

"I just turned my back for a second and there you were. I’m not really into breasts. They remind me..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:49:28 -0500

“

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)

Want Security? End the Occupation

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:46:00 -0500

Want Security? End the Occupation:

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.

A 79-year old woman showing the key to what used to be her home...

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:16:00 -0500

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.

fuckyeahmarxismleninism: A 102-year-old Palestinian woman holds...

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:05:00 -0500

fuckyeahmarxismleninism:

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.

Syria: 'Rebels' fire on Palestinians returning to Yarmouk Camp

Wed, 15 May 2013 21:48:00 -0500

Syria: 'Rebels' fire on Palestinians returning to Yarmouk Camp:

fuckyeahmarxismleninism:

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.

Al Nakba | The Catastrophe | النكبة – in pictures | Occupied Palestine | فلسطين

Wed, 15 May 2013 21:40:02 -0500

Al Nakba | The Catastrophe | النكبة – in pictures | Occupied Palestine | فلسطين

israelfacts: This Week in History: On May 14, 1948, the state...

Wed, 15 May 2013 20:40:23 -0500

israelfacts:

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)

cinoh: Hand-written outline of Catch-22 by Joseph Heller,...

Wed, 15 May 2013 18:06:24 -0500

cinoh:

Hand-written outline of Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, detailing characters, significant plot points, locales and times. A thing of beauty and wonder.

throughascreendarkly: Quadrat I+II (Samuel Beckett, 1982)

Tue, 14 May 2013 19:48:01 -0500

throughascreendarkly:

Quadrat I+II (Samuel Beckett, 1982)

Photo

Mon, 13 May 2013 18:44:00 -0500

Yesterday was Mother’s Day, so I transcribed this poem onto the inside of a card for my...

Mon, 13 May 2013 18:00:00 -0500

Yesterday was Mother’s Day, so I transcribed this poem onto the inside of a card for my mother.

الى امي

محموددرويش

أحنُ إلى خبز أمي

وقهوةِ أمي

ولمسةِ أمي ..

وتكبر فيَّ الطفولةُ

يوماً على صدر يومِ

و أعشق عمري لأني

إذا متُّ

أخجل من دمع أمي !

خذيني .. إذا عدتُ يوماً

وشاحاً لهدبكْ

وغطي عظامي بعشبٍ

تعمَّد من طهر كعبكْ

وشدِّي وثاقي..

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

حتى اشاركْ

صغار العصافير ..

درب الرجوع ..

لعُشِّ إنتظارك

To My Mother

Mahmoud Darwish

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.

sarahcliffordillustration: ‘an assortment of miniature trains’

Mon, 13 May 2013 16:25:53 -0500

sarahcliffordillustration:

‘an assortment of miniature trains’

fyjapanesepainters: Kae Higuchi

Sun, 12 May 2013 16:06:53 -0500

fyjapanesepainters:

Kae Higuchi

uvteiv: 1 panel

Sun, 12 May 2013 15:58:41 -0500

uvteiv:

1 panel

heathwest: For W.dK_05.08.2013Laser print12 x 15 in.

Fri, 10 May 2013 11:53:13 -0500

heathwest:

For W.dK_05.08.2013
Laser print
12 x 15 in.

"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."

Thu, 09 May 2013 04:53:48 -0500

“

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

”

- Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)

the-orchid-killer: American Football // The Summer...

Thu, 09 May 2013 02:40:41 -0500

the-orchid-killer:

American Football // The Summer Ends

“Thinking about leaving
How I should say goodbye
With a handshake or an embrace
Or a kiss on the cheek, possibly all three”