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lifeinpoetry · 2 years
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Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It’s so beautiful, the moon. They’re so beautiful, the flowers.
— Noor Hindi, from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.
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llovelymoonn · 6 months
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noor hindi fuck your lecture on craft, my people are dying
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hesitationss · 5 months
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my noor hindi broadside arrived in the mail today !
Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying
By Noor Hindi
Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It’s so beautiful, the moon. They’re so beautiful, the flowers. I pick flowers for my dead father when I’m sad. He watches Al Jazeera all day. I wish Jessica would stop texting me Happy Ramadan. I know I’m American because when I walk into a room something dies. Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about sound. When I die, I promise to haunt you forever. One day, I’ll write about the flowers like we own them.
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abellinthecupboard · 7 months
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Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying
Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don't see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It's so beautiful, the moon. They're so beautiful, the flowers. I pick flowers for my dead father when I'm sad. He watches Al Jazeera all day. I wish Jessica would stop texting me Happy Ramadan. I know I'm American because when I walk into a room something  dies. Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about  sound. When I die, I promise to haunt you forever. One day, I'll write about the flowers like we own them.
— Noor Hindi
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phedre13 · 6 months
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Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying
by Noor Hindi
Colonizers write about flowers.
I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks, seconds before becoming daisies.
I want to be like those poets who care about the moon.
Palestinians don't see the moon from jail cells and prisons.
It's so beautiful, the moon.
They're so beautiful, the flowers.
I pick flowers for my dead father when I'm sad.
He watches Al Jazeera all day.
I wish Jessica would stop texting me Happy Ramadan.
I know I'm American because when I walk into a room something dies.
Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about sound.
When I die, I promise to haunt you forever.
One day, I'll write about the flowers like we own them.
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catastrxblues · 4 months
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noor hindi the poet that you are
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aguacerotropical · 5 months
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as much as i like poetry, i am profoundly cynical about how marginalized groups use it to try and humanize themselves to audiences that could care less
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havingapoemwithyou · 10 months
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fuck your lecture on craft, my people are dying by Noor Hindi
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filmnoirsbian · 2 years
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Things Read in May
Articles & Essays:
Could this pottery shard be a 1,000 year old hand grenade? Signs point to yes
How a24 became the ultimate film cult
How many well intentioned people dehumanize children
Just how white is the book industry?
Nintendo mario movie leaks: dmca used to suppress spoiler discussion
Do the poor pay more for housing? Exploitation, profit, and risk in rental markets
After years of declines, numbers of wintering monarch butterflies rise by 35% in mexico
My chemical romance's gerard way: the six pack q&a
No way out but war
#metoo is over if we don't listen to imperfect victims
'Arrows for the war'
How to respond to criticism
Why young koreans love to splurge
Which birds are the biggest jerks at the feeder?
A tale of two utopias: musk and bezos in outer space
Religion, racism and the church of england in doctor who
Aerial photos by bernhard lang capture the largest aircraft boneyard in the world
California is about to test its first solar canals
How I started to see trees as smart
The movie star and me
The movies discover the teen-age girl
In yellowjackets, the girls are hungry to live
In defense of purple prose
Maybe she had so much money she just lost track of it
As an added bonus, she paid for everything: my bright-lights misadventure with a magician of manhattan
Jessica pressler on what's real and not about inventing anna
Mysteries persist after initial report into china eastern jet crash
Revisiting scenes from the suburbs, spike jonze and arcade fire's take on spielberg-style suburbia
Online trolls actually just assholes all the time, study finds
In spite of it all, we are still living: interview with ada limón
Poetry:
Fuck your lecture on craft, my people are dying by noor hindi
The rules by leila chatti
Lessons from a mirror by thylias moss
May by jonathan galassi
Foaling season by ada limón
Summer by robin coste lewis
Summer by joanna fuhrman
Summer by heather christle
Peach by d. h. lawrence
Phenomenal woman by maya angelou
Books & Short Stories:
Cherry by Nico Walker
WLT: A Radio Romance by Garrison Keillor
Something Weird I Heard About Rebecca by Yves
On Longing: Narratives of the Miniature, the Gigantic, the Souvenir, the Collection by Susan Stewart
Children of the Corn by Stephen King
Q & A: A Novel by Vikas Swarup
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lifeinpoetry · 2 years
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I know I’m American because when I walk into a room something dies. / Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about sound. / When I die, I promise to haunt you forever.
— Noor Hindi, from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.
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spideycals · 2 months
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Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying.
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trans-axolotl · 5 months
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tagged by @librarycards to share my nine favorite books I've read this fall!
The Hundred Years’ War on Palestine: A History of Settler Colonialism and Resistance by Rashid Khalidi
Disability Politics and Theory by AJ. Withers.
Light in Gaza: Writings Born of Fire edited by Jehad Abusalim, Jennifer Bing, and Mike Merryman-Lotze
What Can a Body Do? How We Meet the Built World by Sara Hendren.
Freedom is a Constant Struggle by Angela Davis
Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars: A Dangerous Trans Girl's Confabulous Memoir by Kai Cheng Thom
Nobody Needs to Know: A Memoir by Pidgeon Pagonis
Black Madness :: Mad Blackness by Therí Alyce Pickens (Technically read this before the fall as well but reread it again and it's so good I wanted to put it on the list!)
The Future is Disabled by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
I also feel like I read a lot of really meaningful articles + interviews + poems this fall, so I'm also going to add my top nine short form pieces that I read as well.
Out of My Hands: A musician in prison pines for his bass. by David Annarelli.
Diaries of Blood: The secret artists within Israeli detention facilities. by Eman Al-Astal.
Notes on Craft: Writing in the Hour of Genocide by Fargo Nissim Tbakhi
Ableism Enables All Forms of Inequity and Hampers All Liberation Efforts by George Yancy interviewing Talila A. Lewis
Occupied Land is an Access Issue: Interventions in Feminist Disability Studies and Narratives of Indigenous Activism by Jess L. Cowing
Perfect Storm: A time to refrain from embracing by Richard Hunsinger.
Sick4Sick by torrin a. greathouse
Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People are Dying by Noor Hindi
Languaging Memory by leena aboutaleb
tagging anybody else who wants to! too tired to tag individual people, sorry.
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“poetry doesn’t really speak to me” ok, then try reading:
"Lady Lazarus” by Sylvia Plath
“The Years” by Alex Dimitrov
“Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying” by Noor Hindi
“What the Living Do” by Marie Howe (dedicated to her younger brother John, who died from AIDS-related complications)
“Love after love“ by Derek Walcott 
“Crude Conversations with Boys Who Fake Laughter Often” by Warsan Shire
“Ginsberg” by Julia Vinograd
“Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls with Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair” by Jeanann Verlee
“Fossilizing Trauma” by Blythe Baird
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julian-winter · 6 months
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Noor Hindi - Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying
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smokefalls · 2 months
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Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about sound.
Noor Hindi, "Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying" from DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.
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