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A poem is not made of words.

It is made of everything that happened before the words.

Abhilasha, "Can AI replace poets?"

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Deana Lawson, Oath, 2013.

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image of a brown-skinned Black couple sitting in an opening of a lush green forest. The assumed male-bodied person is shirtless, wearing jeans and sneakers, and is holding the assumed female-bodied person–who wears a pink bikini and pink-trimmed sneakers–in his lap, with great care.

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Anawana Haloba, b. 1978 Salt-lick performance Zambia (1999) [Source]

The Biennale de Lyon says:

Anawana Haloba’s artistic practice is based on permanent research into contemporary history, culture and ideologies. Her sound, video and installation performances often arise out of poetic texts that she has previously written. They set out to confront the viewer with subjects such as human trafficking, self-identity, or repressive systems in the neo-colonial structures that still govern most contemporary societies. In this way, Anawana Haloba plays on the positive connotation of the word “foreigner” in Swahili, where it implies, not an uncultured new arrival but a traveller – someone who has learned much, and has much to give.

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Flavia Cuddemi

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To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.

— Arundhati Roy

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