Sliman Mansour (Palestinian, 1947) - Fire in the Field (2012)
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Sliman Mansour (Palestinian, 1947) - Fire in the Field (2012)
Transparency
The dominant global muncher of markets is addicted to war
Addicted to the stock market
“Sell more weapons!”
Becuase remember…
War is peace!
*Americans Cheer*
We preach democracy and freedom
We practice ethnocide and murder
It’s disgusting - blatant
& how lucky to have the NYT wrap & re-wrap to suit *The* narrative
Keep us strapped… literally.
Keep the money flowing
Kill more people - for ‘justice’; ‘peace’
Can we collectively wake up?
And for fucks sake -
Ceasefire.
“You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby.
But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
Margery Williams - The Velveteen Rabbit
One Night
It is rare: intimacy.
The kind that tears me open - gasping
Current coursing through my body
Adjacent fear building dams
What if?
I daydream; wanting
Could it be enough, what was?
I crave the feeling
The deep, unspoken; sexy as hell
Magic
Breathe. Let it be enough.
Kiki Smith, Come Away From Her (After Lewis Carroll), 2003
Dating?
How does one get used to the feeling
A soft “no thanks”
A hard ghost
How does one maintain
The confidence
The humility
The motivation
The feeling rips
Healing begins
It then re-opens; unexpected
Leaving a scar
To remind you of the unavoidable;
Rejection
name that feeling
at long last; relief
finding yourself [smiling, eager, balanced, attuned]
with a tiny itch
is this to last?
mary oliver, “the moths” (excerpt)
https://open.spotify.com/track/165cwz4wGlGz0uDBhxdKLY?si=qEEUWXdNR422EuwGTn8kAw&context=spotify%3Aplaylist%3A37i9dQZF1E8UwSZwpkPgFc
Irrelevant
I heard some news that brought vibration through my body
An unsettled twinge of pain
"He's irrelevant", I say on repeat.
My body reacting, my mind repelling.
The advice from anyone and everyone swirling in patterns of 'should'
Per usual, I want to do it my way.
Is it possible to have care, without caring?
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Woes
I’ve been less “in it”; emotional
My urge to write dwindling
The pain less urgent, consuming
A sense of gratitude
And a fear; have I lost it?
I tried to give myself advice “from a friend”
Impossible
Can we really disassociate?
I tried to withhold as to “protect my heart”
But I am me
I tried to be angry because someone said I “should” be
Is anger not just immaturity?
I'll continue with the question: what does it mean to honor oneself?
C.F.A Voysey
Merab Abramishvili (Georgian, 1957-2006)
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