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Gaza's seaport. 2023 vs 2025.
Advertisement for Chélia white, rosé and red wines from Oran, Algeria, for the Swiss market (c. 1950). Design by R. Marsens.
'Bring Home the World in Books'
National Association of Book Publishers poster (c. 1920). Artwork by Paul Honoré.
Ballerina Harriet Hoctor in a back bending pose as a question mark, Bloom Studio of Chicago, 1925
Annemarie Schwarzenbach
(i am so glad i learned about her!)
Born in 1908 and died in 1942, she is a Swiss writer, poet, explorer, philosopher, photographer, journalist and traveler (yeah that's impressive!).
Her family was a family of Swiss industrialists from the upper bourgeoisie and close to the far-right ; openly lesbian, she lives with difficulty with them and can't wait to leave.
From 1927, she studied history and literature in Zurich and Paris and then began writing articles for the Swiss press.
In 1930, she became friends with Klaus Mann (writer) and Erika Mann (writer, actress, singer) children of Thomas Mann (writer) and had a long affair with the latter. She supported them in their fight against Nazism. The three friends joined the anti-fascist magazine Die Sammlung.
In 1931, she obtained a doctorate. At the age of 23, she published her first novel, Les Amis de Bernhard. She became friends with Claude Bourdet, Catherine Pozzi's (poet and writer) son and a future member of the French Resistance.
In 1933, Annemarie Schwarzenbach made her first trip as a journalist, travelling to Spain with the photographer Marianne Breslauer.
That same year, she travelled to Persia and decided to marry, in Tehran, Achille Clarac, the secretary of the French legation, who was openly homosexual. She did this so that she was no longer dependent on her parents. Thanks to her marriage, she was able to obtain a diplomatic passport, which facilitated her travels. Obviously, it wasn't a love marriage; the two of them did it to help each other and to be able to live free.
She later returned to Switzerland, then left for the Soviet Union and the United States. In 1938, she underwent several detox treatments for her morphine addiction. She fell in love with one of the women in charge of her treatment. During these stays at the clinic, she wrote "La Vallée Heureuse","Das glückliche Tal" (The Happy Valley).
In 1939-1940, when Europe was once again embroiled in war, she travelled by Ford from Geneva to Kabul, via Iran, with the Swiss traveller, writer and photographer Ella Maillart, a journey marked by her addiction problems. The two women's epic journey is recounted by Ella Maillart in her book "La Voie cruelle". It was during this journey that Annemarie Schwarzenbach wrote "Un hiver au Proche-Orient". She also wrote various reports for Swiss newspapers.
On her return, she went back to the United States, where her addiction to morphine, her depressive tendencies and her suicide attempts forced her to undergo several psychiatric treatments. She then became interested in the trade union movement. In New York, she befriended Carson McCullers, who fell madly in love with her and dedicated "Reflections in a Golden Eye" to her.
During a stay in the Belgian Congo, Annemarie Schwarzenbach joined the Free French forces in Brazzaville; she was mistaken for a Nazi spy. Disturbed by this comparison, she began writing a series of poems, including Les Rives du Congo-Tétouan. In 1942, having regained her serenity, she decided to return to Switzerland.
On 7 September 1942, a fall from her bicycle seriously injured her head. She was treated in a psychiatric hospital in Prangins, with electric shocks. Her mother then had her taken back to the Engadine, where she died on 15 November, aged 34.
After her death, her mother chose to destroy a large part of her correspondence. However, the Annemarie Schwarzenbach fonds is preserved at the Swiss Literary Archives in Bern and was made freely accessible on Wikimedia Commons in 2017. She was nicknamed the "inconsolable angel" by the French writer Roger Martin du Gard.
She has created a number of novels, poems, photos and reports during her many travels, and I invite you to take a look at her work!!! She was such an interesting person!!!
I love women with a thirst for life and the world like that; she wanted to discover everything, and created such interesting things!!!
Do check her books, her poems and her photos!
I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
it's hardly surprising that the world is heading for disaster under the influence of a bunch of multi-billionaires who have made a living out of misogyny and exploitation: "losers", as rebecca shaw wrote in "the guardian". The world is literally burning, and these losers won't be the ones to save us. But we knew that deep down, climate change, over-exploitation of the earth's resources, fast fashion, animal abuse, etc etc ? everything is linked and all intersect at the same point of no return.
we need a counter-revolution. and the counter-revolution isn't downloading another app - but to disappear off the radar. going back to what's real. physical books to hold in our hands at the library, to educate ourselves. plants to grow ourselves to reap the fruits of our labour. dvds to collect to stop the binge-watching race and watch what we really like. a cinema ticket to tear, when we want to see what's new.
the hardest thing, probably, will be not having anyone to watch us any more. just doing things for ourselves, with no spectators. when i think of the little community that has formed here, on this account, i feel a bit sad, if i had to close this account. but why not send letters to each other, letters that we fold and then send with a stamp stuck on with a stroke of saliva, letters that we unfold and then read and reread?
(i've seen posts on instagram, linkedin even, from these little smart guys who laugh and rub their hands at the idea of a 'return of freedom of expression'. a freedom of expression that in truth allows them to continue to crush, to remain seated on their mouldy cushions. well, let them express themselves on their toxic networks. i dream that there will be no one to listen to them. that they will stir up the wind when we are no longer around. that their sales will collapse, and that their propaganda will only reach the flies. that could be our revolution).
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Making this a separate post: It's super super important that we keep our activist work focussed on Palestine after the ceasefire. On the food aid, on the prisoner releases, on the reconstruction of essential services and the reconstruction as a whole, on the free travel of journalists and researchers to document the genocide, on the human rights and land rights of Palestinians, on the new political conditions, on BSD and on continued pressure on Israel and it's collaborators, on the West Bank, and more.
From Naomi Klein's Doppelganger about 2009:
We met Mona Al Shawa, a Palestinian women’s rights activist, who told me, “We had more hope during the attacks; at least then we believed things would change.” Now, she said, outside attention had moved on and Gazans once again felt abandoned by the world. The idea that there was more hope when they were under active air assault still haunts me.
We can not abandon Palestine. This time has to be different.
i finished sylvia plath’s ‘the bell jar’ yesterday and it’s hard to say ‘I loved it’ with a book like that, but one thing’s for sure: the impact is there and she fascinates me. a tragic destiny, a woman far too far ahead of her time. why did she marry ted hughes and end up having children? did she think he would be different? that he understood her, that he saw her for what she was, when in reality he was an unfaithful, violent, possibly murderous narcissist?
how many intelligent women have fallen into this trap?
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Two Kittens by Kawano Kaoru (1950's)