by Pulkita Anand
I thought to tell something importantRead More »
Then suddenly, I started groping
by Pulkita Anand
I thought to tell something importantRead More »
Then suddenly, I started groping
by Megan Diedericks
the wind swept up
the memories twirling in my head:
it spun out of control, and dropped
when i stopped
next to it.
by Tauwan Patterson
after Ross Gay
among the delights of his delight.
pecans. a memory unplugged via his:
a backyard in new orleans. a pecan tree
dropping its nuts. an invitation
Read More »by Lena Ho
If I take a grain of sand
And steal it from a heap
Away from a mountain
That hum the stars to sleep
Is it still a heap?
by Jess Whetsel
I find myself shaking when I read the news these days.
My hands tremble as I take the world in, worst-first.
It feels like spoon-feeding myself toxic sludge.
It sits like a stone in my belly amongst the rising tides
of bile and acid. There is only so much I can stomach
before I have to lie down like a Victorian woman on a fainting sofa,
the back of one hand kissing my damp forehead,
the other arm lolling towards the floor like a corpse limb.
Every single empire in its official discourse has said that it is not like all the others, that its circumstances are special, that it has a mission to enlighten, civilise, bring order and democracy, and that it uses force only as a last resort. And, sadder still, there always is a chorus of willing intellectuals to say calming words about benign or altruistic empires.
[…]
Rather than the manufactured clash of civilisations, we need to concentrate on the slow working together of cultures that overlap, borrow from each other, and live together. But for that kind of wider perception we need time, patient and sceptical inquiry, supported by faith in communities of interpretation that are difficult to sustain in a world demanding instant action and reaction.
Humanism is centred upon the agency of human individuality and subjective intuition, rather than on received ideas and authority. […] humanism is the only, and I would go as far as to say the final resistance we have against the inhuman practices and injustices that disfigure human history.
– Edward W. Said (1935 – 2003), Palestinian American academic, literary critic and political activist, author of Orientalism (1978), The Question of Palestine (1979), Culture and Imperialism (1993), Out of Place: A memoir (1999), Reflections on exile and other essays (2000) and many others.
[Source: A window on the world, 2003, on guardian.org – text adapted from the introduction to a new edition of Orientalism, published by Penguin]