Crumbling like two towers Crumbling Like apples in Genesis and Genes in medicine Like plastic floating in the sea People; childen washed up to shore Like beached Whales Like Dolphin Cove and Hedgeh…
Shiny Happy People: An Interview with Photographer Reem Al Faisal
‘In a way, we put photography on the map in the Middle East, and people started to talk about it, even if they didn’t understand it’ – Reem Al Faisal in conversation with Joobin Bekhrad
Source: Shiny Happy People: An Interview with Photographer Reem Al Faisal
Guilio Regini Disappeared
On 25th January 2016 Gulio Regini disappeared?
And nine days later as if by magic reappeared.
Words like disappeared seem so stupid somehow.
as if the torturers and killers didn’t know then and now
who I was, where I was, and what they’d done to me
over those long hours of those nine days and nights.
Now in the silence I am able to speak about me and them.
Three times you broke my bones, and tore the nails
from my feet and my hands. And please forgive me
I confess I fully lost count of the number of times
you burnt me with cigarettes. Did you forget?
And you punctured my body with stab wounds.
And how could I overlook the sparks and electrodes
on my genitals, after all I was a man among you men
and then you severed my spine with that final blow
and so my life was taken. Another stupid phrase.
But the torturers and executioners have many lives.
So many lives. Far too many for me to describe.
Imagine them with their wives and their children
with all that blood and gore, my blood washed
and cleansed, as they handle their daughters, sons,
mothers too. The intimate way they touch their wives.
Are they clean and free of all that stains them?
How do they forget what it felt like holding me down?
Of the sound of my breathing, of the smell of my sweat
as they strapped me and held me down. It’s forgotten?
Let’s agree not to call them monsters and demons
shall we? They are brothers, fathers, uncles, sons.
If we make them different we act and conspire
to make them special, different to the rest of us
making them different provides an excuse for us
to say too that we would not do what they did or do
when in fact they are like us, all of us, me and you.
A sickness has been unleashed on this earth, this world.
Humans look at what you are, and all of what you do.
On 25th January 2016 Gulio Regini disappeared
the executioners reality was – he was in plain view!
A History Lesson by Mandy Macdonald
Strathnaver, May 1819: They smashed through our windows, they tore off our doors, they burned our roofs of peat and living turf. In a cold springtime, they left our children wailing, our eld…
Tydraw Farm – Inside Out
Clearances by Rob Cullen
Source: Clearances by Rob Cullen
Clearances by Rob Cullen
Visiting Scotland lots of times over the years with my Scots wife and recognising Welsh place names and what they mean pointers to a history never taught. Visiting Ethiopia and witnessing the same process threatening nomadic peoples viewed to be savages by the ruling elite, And nomadic people are under threat worldwide today ignoring what they can teach about sustainability!
I see my people’s names
in all the places I search
but I do not see them.
I read my people’s names
on the dry page of the folded map
but the land before me is empty.
I watch the landscape
identifying the marks
that my people have named
but the sound of their voices
is no longer heard.
They are quiet
no echoing of names called
no trail of our footprints
only the trail of names
in a land that calls itself
by a strangers name.
A land echoing in its emptiness.
The mountains are still with us
but we are nowhere seen.
“And we will present our eyes to the world.
Is it pretentions to believe that we are equal?
Is it asking too much that we want to live?”
(From Deliverance: Alan Stivell)
At Kinlochmoidart 1993.
When a Library Closes by Antony Owen
Reblogged on WordPress.com
And the two-legged wolves are hunting for prey
A poem about children alone wandering through Europe alone, Does it matter where they come from?
Imagine it is your child
Not a Syrian baby
Not an immigrant
Not a foreigner’s child
When the two-legged wolves are hunting for prey
..
Imagine it is your son
Alone in a land
And he has no clothes
When the weather is cold
When the two-legged wolves are hunting for prey
..
Imagine it is your daughter
Hungry and thirsty
Walking alone
Where no one speaks her language
When the two-legged wolves are hunting for prey
..
Think of your child
Without a mother
Without a father
Walking alone
When the two-legged wolves are hunting for prey
..
Think of your child
Unable to cry
When there is no one
To hold you
No one to protect you
When the two-legged wolves are hunting for prey
..
Think of those children
As if they are yours
Walking alone
So far from home
When the two-legged wolves are hunting for…
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Tick, Tock: Writers and Photographers Reflect on Time
In words and images, bloggers from around the world tackle temporality and the way we perceive it.
Source: Tick, Tock: Writers and Photographers Reflect on Time
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