Rima Hammoudi

Follow your plot. Stick to your puns.

“I build my life so that I don’t wake up for anything. Ever. If you make me get up early to do something with you, I will hate you and resent you and figure out a way of never having to work with you ever again.”

- Douglas Coupland in Feathertale #13

I build my life so that I don’t wake up for anything. Ever. If you make me get up early to do something with you, I will hate you and resent you and figure out a way of never having to work with you ever again.”

- Douglas Coupland in Feathertale #13

an other gaza

in chaos one man collects

his daughter into a plastic bag

   oh my god the bag is leaking

one kisses a cave was baby boy face just this

morning braids unplaiting phosphorous

wordless exhaust smoke shock

 

what is it that remains of us now

then what is recyclable in us

 

men’s beards carry their lineage

refracted memory drones

drummed ears echo frequency

children call for siblings reborn

skulls fracture eyes the color purple

here the steeliest doctors weep

 

the sea waves shelled boys

sirens post explosions

 

all is shrapnel and hunger

none is safe all are waiting

between wall and wait and sea

and wall there is no day

what are we

flares rain metal escalation

 

descent upon heads ladders of spine collapse

night eats sleep the people hold fasts

 

children of lightening no rain

sewage into water skin flamed to ash

the women’s faces track lifelines

grief upon grief astronomical

dust was people last night

tunnel is the people now

 

raising horizon in coffins

there is no recovery

                                                                                        

she says they light the night with bombs

she says that’s not the sun at all

she says this is a crime against my heart

she says nothing

   touch me

she says listen

 

we are shelter and target

we are stars exploded

 

the people run into themselves for refuge

they catch up to their ghosts

between devastate and displace

what is destroyed again is everything

what is created is a hole

an other

 

 

                           suheir hammad

(via thatonesuheirhammad)

Marie Corelli c. 1886.

Marie Corelli c. 1886.

Paul Carus

Paul Carus

bluebed:

Yellow Zine issue 5 Kickstarter
A modest preorder my new comics collection along with linoprints, boozy notebooks, sketches, sofas and more.
As usual, the digital version is only $1, all physical copies ($15+) come with a free original.
Number Five will explore the strange realm of smalltalk in comics, noncomics, dances and other forms.

bluebed:

Yellow Zine issue 5 Kickstarter

A modest preorder my new comics collection along with linoprints, boozy notebooks, sketches, sofas and more.

As usual, the digital version is only $1, all physical copies ($15+) come with a free original.

Number Five will explore the strange realm of smalltalk in comics, noncomics, dances and other forms.

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