May 31, 2010 § 2 Comments
May 31, 2010 § Leave a comment
“If you’re watching this that probably means
that the flotilla has either been attacked or stopped at sea”
Pre-recorded distress video from a freedom flotilla activist. it’s a
call for civil society to mobilize support.
funny how i was just writing about this yesterday. what support can look like. and why it is important that we are willing to be creative enough to support each other.
gazan palestinians were waiting for the flotilla on the beaches.
and waiting for the rest of the world to give a fuck.
May 31, 2010 § 2 Comments
(lyrics based off a poem written by a palestinian girl)
i heard the call to prayer echoing through the streets announcing dawn.
i was watching the live feed from the turkish boat – in international waters- on the freedom flotilla. the feed cut out. and when it came back israel was attacking the ship. i sat there watching as pictures came across my screen. bloodied pictures. frightened passengers. israeli military. i could hear an activist on the ship yelling- 3 people are dead and 30 are wounded.
as i sat there for a minute trying to digest the news and pictures. aza toddled into the living room rubbing her eyes. aza theresa. i knew that i would hear no news soon on her namesake, theresa mc dermott, who was on the boats. i dont know what woke up aza up. she normally sleeps for another 2 hours. she refused to go to sleep. we danced in the middle of the living room and built airplanes out of legos. i watched for the live feed on my computer. for the twitter hashtags #flotilla and #freedomflotilla.
the number of dead kept rising.
at this point i am supposed to, as a pro-palestinian activist remind you that palestinians live and die under the brutality of the israeli government everyday. and this is true. but frankly, for one post i am not going to linger there.
i am going to tell you about theresa.
May 30, 2010 § Leave a comment
“Sixty-one percent of the Gaza population is food insecure,” Sarah Leppert, FAO’s communications adviser for Gaza and the occupied West Bank, said.
She also deplored the “rising poverty and unemployment, now nearly 39 percent.”
The World Health Organization (WHO) has raised concerns that malnutrition is more visible, citing increased cases of stunting, wasting and underweight children and continuing high rates of anemia among children and pregnant women.
May 30, 2010 § 8 Comments
1. i am working on a piece of writing. personal essay-like. and it is taking me forever. the muse finally came back yesterday. and that has been a huge help after more than a week of writer’s block.
i have so many things i want to write. things that are started but unfinished. pieces that i love and want to finish. a fairytale. a book of poems. essays. zines. personal essays. etc.
but i can only stare at my computer screen for so long until my brain turns to mush. this morning i was writing with the television on and that movie – a time to kill- was playing in the background. and even though intellectually i know that movie is crap. and i know that the racial analysis is ridiculous. etc. i could feel myself, my emotions swelling and deflating along with the narrative. damn, that fucking movie is moving. i got all teary when matthew mc conaghey gives his closing arguments. ‘and now imagine that she is white.’ ooooh…. my essay seemed quite dry and weightless in comparison. john grisham is a motherfucker.
May 30, 2010 § 9 Comments
when i first joined the ngo to work in palestine, one of the questions that they asked me was: do you have a support community.
i answered honestly: yes. i had founded a community art space that had brought a mix of folks from our local community as well as out-of-towners together. vietnam vets, homeless, punks, hippies, preps, hipsters, college kids, dj’s, mc’s, performance poets, visual artists, musicians, etc. we were about multi media work, stretching the boundaries of what was expected and accepted in that conservative southern va town. it was fun work. it was, for better or worse, my community.
it wasnt until the end of my training that i realized that when they asked if i had a ‘support community’ they werent asking are there a group of people who love you and your work. who come to your shows. who donate art to your space. who hang show posters in restaurants in their spare time. who pass out flyers. who make sure to introduce you to artists they think you will dig.who let me use their internet or their shower. who believe in what you do.
they were asking if there were a group of folks who would send money every month to the organization. or at least off set some of the cost of my living, since my meager stipend was not going to cover my basic needs.
oh. well, im not sure if you caught the cadre of folks who i considered community, but for the most part these werent folks with extra cash. i mean i guess i could have asked someone to spange up 20 bucks, but frankly i would have rather they used that money to buy a few beers.
anything else but money, they didnt consider to be ‘real support’.
stranger still this was an organization that claimed to support communities under the threat of violence, but was adamant about not being an ‘aid organization’. we didnt give money. at all. we supported communities in other ways, through connecting them with other ngo’s, through acting as a liason betw the community and governments, by accompanying the community, by doing media work for/with the community, etc.
May 29, 2010 § Leave a comment
As a fairy, not of this earth.
I must always be mindfull of the people I surround myself with,
Fairies have psychic neurons in their irredescent outer layer
Soaking up all the nearby impulses and energies.
That’s how fairies grant your wishes. We just know.
Because the space between us is not that far and nothing in between but thin
i needed to read this. feeling so unfocused lately. spinning w/o a center. easy to forget who i am.