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At least 85 girls killed in strike on school in southern Iran

Eyewitness tells MEE girls aged between seven and 12 seen lying dead across their school

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[image text: "At least 85 people, almost all of them young girls, have been killed in an air strike on a primary school in southern Iran, the Iranian judiciary said.

The attack on Saturday morning hit Shajareh Tayyebeh schoolin the city of Minab, in Hormozgan province, as the United States and Israel began launching strikes on targets across Iran.

The victims were between seven and 12 years old, according to Iran's Tasnim and Fars news agencies." End id]

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Unknown, Star Pattern, from a book of french textile patterns, 1863

Archive.org

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Max Ernst, Marine , 1926

oil on cardboard

 (19.9 x 15.9 in.)

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Shawn Walker (American, b. 1940)

Women in the Field, Cuba, 1968

Gelatin silver print

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“Writing, in its noblest function, is the attempt to unerase, to unearth, to find the primitive picture again, ours, the one that frightens us.”

— Hélène Cixous, Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing

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Audre Lorde, A Burst Of Light

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If you call women "goonbait" you have to shoot yourself It doesn't get better for people of your kind

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Harlem 1978 by René Burri

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“I want to talk about something I am not sure I can talk about, I want to talk about the inside from the inside, I do not want to leave it / I am so happy in the silky damp dark of the labyrinth and there is no thread…”

— Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea

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Robert Thuillier

Nazaré

Portugal 1963

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Gunta Stölzl, Weaving

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Tilda Swinton, 1995.

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“In their rare moments of happiness these people, whose lives are very unsettled, now and then experience something powerful and ineffably beautiful, lifting them like dazzling spray so high above the sea of suffering that the fleeting glow of their happiness can radiate outwards, touch others and enchant them. It is in such moments of elation, fleeting and precious like spray over a sea of suffering, that all those works of art have their origins in which suffering individuals have managed to rise above their personal fates to such a degree that their happiness radiates like a star. To all those viewing it, it seems like something eternal, like the happiness they themselves have been dreaming of.”

— Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

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Bonsoir dear followers. Who's feeling especially misandrist on this lovely wednesday evening

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Aliens & Anorexia, Chris Kraus

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magazine ad (November 1973)