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Leila Khaled, Palestinian hero, Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine member, and first woman to hijack a plane
“No liberation is achieved without resistance”
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embolalia-poetry · 2 months
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"Queer Jews say Free Palestine"
Poster spotted on Smith St, Melbourne in advance of the annual Pride street Party
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embolalia-poetry · 5 months
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THIS IS WHY WE NEVER DREAM.
You are in—credible.
Having me hanging from your lips.
You are the place where nothing happens,
a shallow grave,
a disingenuous space.
You mistake everything for
tutelary words.
This is why
we never dream.
You taste like morning,
dressed up like
another
part of the day.
You make me
cover over my eyes.
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embolalia-poetry · 6 months
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EXPIRE, embolalia, 2011/2012
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The want,
sharpens itself on me.
- embolalia, 2022
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Rákóczi Avenue, Budapest, 1952. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.
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The Orphan, c.1885 - oil on canvas. — August Friedrich Schenck (German/French, 1828-1901)
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Strayed from the Flock, 1867 - oil on canvas. — Briton Riviere (British, 1840-1920)
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embolalia-poetry · 6 months
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ABULIA
I see your pockmarks
and I want to follow you.
I exercise restraint,
daily.
I will reuse your eyes,
your tongue, your teeth.
But the words keep calling me
beckoning, a skeletal sense.
Pale liquid will drip from your lips.
stirring me, starving me.
I wait,
frugal with my breath.
But the organs resist,
decompose under fingertips,
twist.
The sound of the murmur,
the sunshine of the ceaseless, the heat;
And if you touch me,
you will find that I am no longer soft.
-embolalia
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embolalia-poetry · 6 months
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NOISE, embolalia
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I was caught up in
the expanding circle
of your fatigue.
- embolalia, 2022
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embolalia-poetry · 6 months
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Jenö "Eugen" KARPATHY - Jeunes femmes à la lecture au bord de la clairière (detail)
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embolalia-poetry · 7 months
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embolalia-poetry · 7 months
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“pigeon”
©byebyetrix.com 2018 Gelatin silver print
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Rene Magritte, Empire of Light series
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