الحرية لفلسطين

btw archive dot org is SUCH a treasury when it comes to out-of-print poetry anthologies… i am having the time of my life, truly ❣️

some of my bookmarks:

Césarée (Marguerite Duras, 1978)

West Bank, Palestine, 2003 // Alessandra Sanguinetti

I’ve admired this photographer for years. She has a lot of great documentary photography projects (highly recommend googling and finding more); this past month she has been sharing more of her photo archive of Palestine, as well as a lot of up-to-date information and side-by-side comparisons. You can follow her on instagram here.

it broke my heart to read this post is by journalist yousef (ph_youseeff). he’s a cancer patient and he has been trying to evacuate for a very long time now to continue his treatment. his health condition has been deteriorating in light of the lack of hospitals health care.

PLEASE DONATE TO HIS FUNDRAISER IF YOU CAN

and please share this around. he’s 60% through his goal. help him reach it.

The Green Room - Erika Lee Sears , 2021.

American, b. 1980s -

oil on cradled birch panel, 16 x 16 in.

I have noticed a tendency in some circles to, at least implicitly, disparage or diminish feelings of hopelessness and despair—feelings that touch on nihilism. I met and worked with a peaceworker in Iraqi Kurdistan who said that she didn't have much hope and didn't believe in God; and yet, she kept on working, even in the face of a tangible and profound violence and a rejection of metaphysical certainty, to document horrors and amplify the voices of the oppressed, read and love poetry, and witness to the possibility of nonviolence. I don't think that feelings of hopelessness and despair are inimical to the cultivation of devotion and a commitment to the notion that there are things that are worth saving, even or especially if the saving act feels impossible. We have to love even in the face of despair, even without the guarantee that love will, in some cosmological or eschatological sense, prevail. It is enough—more than enough—to move forward with our vulnerable and human hearts, our hearts that are softened and hardened and broken open and softened again, and hold to a love without guarantee.

“Palestinian girl runs through a row of Israeli soldiers in Jerusalem's Old City.”

Photographed by Patrick Baz, 1990.

Female members of Egypt’s “Liberation battalions” train in the desert near Cairo for guerrilla warfare against the British in the Suez Canal zone on November 20, 1951

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nabil anani, "palestinian folklore," 2020, acrylic on canvas

i don't want to see any white people ever again say how china, the middle east and many others asian countries are censored and that people there have no rights, don't you dare to make fun of north korea when your president wants jail for people who deny the state of isr*el, when you can't even walk around with a kufiya without being approached by the police and being told to leave, when social medias censor your post and shadow ban whoever even mentions palestine

Palestinian women, qalandia refugee camp 1974

(Nov. 24)

“Liberated child prisoner Iyas Al-Khatib of Hizma, Al-Quds embraces his family after being freed from the zionist prisons.”

24 Nov 23 via RNN

“There is no substitute for Palestine.. except paradise”

(Nov. 23)