losing my damn mind at the notes on report-palestinians posts going "i've been waiting for this". like there is a genocide happening and you're waiting to what? call out palestinians for their grief and resistance?? literally two morally bankrupt bitches going "exactlyyyy"
put down the chat gpt. consume too much caffeine and nicotine and write a paper that you barely understand while you approach hallucination territory from too little sleep and too much raging. engage with academia in the way god intended
CONTEXT: the gaza freedom flotilla coalition aims to bring emergency aid (food, medical supplies, etc) to a starving and besieged gaza. activists and journalists from all over the world (including diaspora palestinians like dylan) will be participating, and they know the risk — in 2010 turkish activists attempting a similar mission had their flagship raided by israeli forces, who murdered 10 activists aboard (9 died on site and another died later from critical injuries).
DONATE $10-15 to: https://helpgazachildren.notion.site/, ANERA or PCRF in exchange for a 12-16 line poem.
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REMEMBER that donations are one of many many things we can do. our efforts need to be multifaceted at this time: donate, demonstrate, disrupt. block ports. FREE FALASTEEN!
EDIT: There's been a couple generous donations so far and we're at $1535. Let's aim for 2k!!
EDIT: We have reached $2250/2000!!!!!!!!!
To everyone who donated, thank you for your solidarity and generosity. While I am closing this particular project, I follow Rasha Abdulhadi in encouraging you to continue donating to individual and family fundraisers and to organizations working on ground with access into Gaza. Once again and always, free Falasteen!
the us giving their favorite rabid fucking dog the green light to do whatever the fuck they want and lash out at whoever they want is to blame for God knows what is about to happen to this region
DONATE $10-15 to: https://helpgazachildren.notion.site/, ANERA or PCRF in exchange for a 12-16 line poem. [Check my pinned for more on the Poems for Palestine fundraiser.] Commissioned by @bioglitches.
This poem is based on an anecdote recounted by Naomi Shihab Nye:
"A little Darwish tale worth telling: My husband, photographer Michael Nye, once photographed in a West Bank Palestinian refugee camp for days, and was followed around by a little girl who wanted him to photograph her. Finally, he did — and she held up a stone with a poem etched into it. (This picture appears on the cover of my collection of poems, 19 Varieties of Gazelle — Poems of the Middle East.) Through a translator, Michael understood that the poem was “her poem” — that’s what she called it. We urged my dad to translate the verse, which sounded vaguely familiar, but without checking roundly enough, we quoted the translation on the book flap and said she had written the verse. Quickly, angry scholars wrote to me pointing out that the verse was from a famous Darwish poem. I felt terrible.
I was meeting him for the first and last time the next week. Handing over the copy of the book sheepishly, I said, “Please forgive our mistake. If this book ever gets reprinted, I promise we will give the proper credit for the verse.” He stared closely at the picture. Tears ran down his cheeks. “Don’t correct it,” he said. “It is the goal of my life to write poems that are claimed by children.”" [x]
tomorrow they will wrap up this boopfest and the function will be taken away and put to rest. but tonight the dash is vibrant, the completionists are feverishly clicking, the mutuals are flirtatiously violent, and as you look at your notifications, the activity feed is twice as unusable as usual.