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from the article:

Dangerous Matter [Excerpt]

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Her awareness grew like an apple: it was green and tiny at first, then its volume increased, bursting its own particles, stretching its very tissues to gain territory. She wouldn’t have realized if she hadn’t one day approached too close to the mirror and an ache manifested at her temples; she thought herself like that child with a swelled head whose mother took him to the parks in a wheelbarrow, not like how one carries their newborn, but like a circus freak. His head was largely deformed, his eyes elongated, and one of them almost closed. The pain in her temples grew as much as that apple, which was no longer green nor tiny; it grew so as she looked at herself in the mirror that afternoon that she became aware.

II

Some matter might be dangerous, an excess of light (for example) might provoke a temporary blindness or, on the contrary, might induce a state of clairvoyance, which if that were the case, is also temporary. The effect depends on the object that irradiates the shine and the capacity of response of the other. The other is you. You when you pull back and you look strange to yourself, when you don’t recognize your own body and its reaction, you when you speak sentences that seem alien to you, you when you’re at the precise moment of falling asleep and you resist, you when you’re struck by the light and for a few moments you feel yourself the prey of some savage animal, a sensation that seems eternal, but which in reality (as I said) is temporary and, if you’re lucky, will open a door for you.

III

Certain things should only be seen for a few seconds, otherwise too much is risked. Let me explain. There are glances whose strength can come to erode edges, surfaces and, in extreme cases, even entrails if the object had them. The effect is not limited to the exterior, a mirror phenomenon takes place. The observer’s inside can also suffer the erosion and therefore the warning, to call it one, is in both directions. With this I don’t want to say that the aforementioned should abstain from practicing contemplation (not at all). They are the ones who practice it with more insistence, perhaps also with better results. A brief glance, just fleeting, might be enough, might even be much more intense and effective than a prolonged one. It is not the same to look as to look. Carrying out this action implies, paradoxically, closing one’s eyes, turning within, and constructing the image.

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100 Refutations: Day 74 | InTranslation (intranslation.brooklynrail.org)
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Gabriel Cantú Westendarp has published five collections of poetry, including Naturaleza muerta (2011); Poemas del árbol (2009); El filo de la playa (2007); El efecto (2006); and Material peligroso (2015), in which these poems appear. She has also published a novel called Hamburgo en alguna parte (2016). She won the Ramón López Velarde National Poetry Prize in 2012 for Material peligroso (2015). She also co-founded the magazine Otra Orilla and works at the Metropolitan University of Monterrey.

#100refutations #mexico

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Even if…. - Esra Elbanna (wearenotnumbers.org)
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Esraa Elbanna is a student of English literature living in the Gaza Strip, Palestine.

An artist and a writer, she says “Words are my way of expressing art, which exists to remind you of what you can learn about different peoples and what you can tell them about yourself.”

She adds, “I fully realize that reading what other people have thought can help us form our own judgments about life.”

Current as of October 2024

#palestine #humanRights

[–] testing 1 points 7 months ago

from the article:

Dangerous Matter [Excerpt]

I

Her awareness grew like an apple: it was green and tiny at first, then its volume increased, bursting its own particles, stretching its very tissues to gain territory. She wouldn’t have realized if she hadn’t one day approached too close to the mirror and an ache manifested at her temples; she thought herself like that child with a swelled head whose mother took him to the parks in a wheelbarrow, not like how one carries their newborn, but like a circus freak. His head was largely deformed, his eyes elongated, and one of them almost closed. The pain in her temples grew as much as that apple, which was no longer green nor tiny; it grew so as she looked at herself in the mirror that afternoon that she became aware.

II

Some matter might be dangerous, an excess of light (for example) might provoke a temporary blindness or, on the contrary, might induce a state of clairvoyance, which if that were the case, is also temporary. The effect depends on the object that irradiates the shine and the capacity of response of the other. The other is you. You when you pull back and you look strange to yourself, when you don’t recognize your own body and its reaction, you when you speak sentences that seem alien to you, you when you’re at the precise moment of falling asleep and you resist, you when you’re struck by the light and for a few moments you feel yourself the prey of some savage animal, a sensation that seems eternal, but which in reality (as I said) is temporary and, if you’re lucky, will open a door for you.

III

Certain things should only be seen for a few seconds, otherwise too much is risked. Let me explain. There are glances whose strength can come to erode edges, surfaces and, in extreme cases, even entrails if the object had them. The effect is not limited to the exterior, a mirror phenomenon takes place. The observer’s inside can also suffer the erosion and therefore the warning, to call it one, is in both directions. With this I don’t want to say that the aforementioned should abstain from practicing contemplation (not at all). They are the ones who practice it with more insistence, perhaps also with better results. A brief glance, just fleeting, might be enough, might even be much more intense and effective than a prolonged one. It is not the same to look as to look. Carrying out this action implies, paradoxically, closing one’s eyes, turning within, and constructing the image.

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100 Refutations: Day 74 | InTranslation (intranslation.brooklynrail.org)
submitted 7 months ago by testing to c/poetry@fedia.io
 

Gabriel Cantú Westendarp has published five collections of poetry, including Naturaleza muerta (2011); Poemas del árbol (2009); El filo de la playa (2007); El efecto (2006); and Material peligroso (2015), in which these poems appear. She has also published a novel called Hamburgo en alguna parte (2016). She won the Ramón López Velarde National Poetry Prize in 2012 for Material peligroso (2015). She also co-founded the magazine Otra Orilla and works at the Metropolitan University of Monterrey.

#100refutations #mexico

 

It’s winter, and I am counting down to Ramadan. The nights are long and cold in the crowded tent, away from home. One morning, the weight of the genocidal war and displacement gets hold of me, and I get angry at everything and everyone around me. With the unraveling of the rage that has been pent up inside me for far too long, I stop recognizing myself.

And so, without informing my family, I start walking, away from the tent in the Saudi quarter and head west. I walk to abate anger, to overcome anxiety, and to alleviate fear. I walk and find myself by the beach.

#palestine #gaza #humanRights

 

The napkin smeared with lipstick you left upon the table – I carry it, always, in my pocket. Your smile and just-brushed hair I carry in my mind, the scent of you I carry in my palm as an undying rose the smell of your breath when we kiss hello, I carry in my surprise. In my anger I carry those who look at you, walking. In my excitement I carry the rhythm of your step curve of your high-heeled shoe In my dreams is the sound of your dress as you step out and it In my sleep I carry the lightness of you falling on my bed In my loneliness I carry the sound of your voice breaking into music Every letter of you, their tone and inflection I carry one by one in my eyes The meaning of your dreams I carry in my fantasies. I carry the freshness of the water you drink In my mouth.


translated by Caroline Stockford source: https://smokestack-books.co.uk/book.php?book=223

#turkey #turkish #kurdish #hunanRights

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Witches

Tell me, oh! Old wise witches Saturday doctors, if awaits me good fortune or awaits me bad.

*******Seek for yourselves in nights of moon among the ugliest, among fistfuls of weeds, *******among the hidden *******who hide the strangest things: smoke rising from bats or terrifying toads, the dead-black wings of hapless owls, and undulating vipers: every bug that brings disgust *******Oh! Witches, Saturday doctors.

Let them growl in the pot, inside clay bowls pour in foul grease brought to you by dragons crawling out of the graves of the still-rotting dead, *******as howl hyenas in the fields.

And let them boil, let them roar after you’ve cast your conjurations after you’ve clad your faces with contortions demonic emulations, after the columns have begun to slither like snakes with fire and fatuous smoke *******that in the cavern speak predictions, *******Oh! Witches, Saturday doctors.

Stir in long shadows, with long fangs, *******and let frightful demons rise *******so that, in pale *******nocturnal assembly I can be told of the fortune reserved for fays, *******Oh! Witches, Saturday doctors. *******—Crac, crec, croc. Black cat, mewing. *******—Crac, crec, croc. Feeble dog, howling. *******croc, croc.

So that, in pale nocturnal assembly, I can be told of the fortune reserved for fays *******Oh! Witches Saturday doctors…

“What moon phase do you seek?” *******crac, crec, croc

The one shining over Cyprus amid the love of roses. Is there still one for me…? *******—Crac, crec, croc

“How long have you held life’s harm?”

Oh, I am an old man! Today I pressed my hand against the twenty eighth ledge…

“Oh! The horror!”

Smoke, rises, *******Croc, croc, croc Flees, the cloud. (And rose in flight the old women, *******the perverse doctors, like a famished flock of furies with sinister mocking and yelling, *******making a thousand twisted faces. Their long manes like ruffled feathers *******unfurled and black, like the long crest of long *******snaking smoke.)

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100 Refutations: Day 73 | InTranslation (intranslation.brooklynrail.org)
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José Solón Argüello Escobar (1879-1913) was born in León, Nicaragua. During his life he worked as a teacher, poet, and Mexican politician. In Nicaragua, he founded both a private school and a journal, El Heraldo. He was politically active in Mexico his entire life while continuing to publish numerous works of poetry. In 1913, the year his book Cruel Things was published, he actively campaigned for his friend Francisco I. Madero to end what he called “a tyranny in Mexico” and to “restore democracy.” After the assassination of Madero, Argüello fled to New York, but after a short while—disguised as a railroad worker—he snuck back into Mexico with the intention to “execute by his own hands the usurper Victoriano Huerta” (Poetas Modernistas de Nicaragua, 170). He was discovered in August 1913 and executed by firing squad just a few weeks later.

#100refutations #nicaragua #mexico

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Originally expected to be released in August 2024, Turkish authorities kept renowned poet İlhan Sami Çomak jailed for another 96 days. Now, İlhan Sami Çomak is finally a free man, after having been imprisoned for 30 years, having been subjected to torture, and driven to sign false confessions.

It is about time to celebrate İlhan Sami Çomak's poetical work, and we will do this for seven days!

A video-art installation by Eran Karakiraz is kick-starting the celebration if İlhan Sami Çomak's newly won freedom, with the poet himself reciting one of his poems, so enjoy!

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dLUAi5p2iEE

#freedom #humanRights #videoArt #poetryFilm #turkey #turkish #kurdish

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submitted 10 months ago* (last edited 10 months ago) by testing to c/technology@lemmy.world
 

MetaGer, the privacy-focused search engine of the non-profit association SUMA-EV, will no longer exist in its familiar form.

 

A new book highlights the role that the country's rail network has played in the making – and unmaking – of a conflict-torn country.

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