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Ipana atronivea

north island lichen moth - 29.02.24

"تشعر الطيور بشيء يشبه الألم (والخوف) قُبيل هجرتها، لا يكسر هذا الشعور سوى التحليق (التحريك السريع للجناحين)".

‏— لورين نيديكر

Jenny Hval, from Girls Against God

why is this about to make me sob

But nothing expresses this restless and exitless present better than this ancient phrase that turns completely back on itself, being constructed letter by letter like an inescapable labyrinth, thus perfectly uniting the form and content of perdition: In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni. We turn in the night, consumed by fire.

Guy Debord, In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni (1978)

There is no binary division to be made between what one says and what one does not say; we must try to determine the different ways of not saying such things, how those who can and those who cannot speak of them are distributed, which type of discourse is authorized, or which form of discretion is required in either case. There is not one but many silences, and they are an integral part of the strategies that underlie and permeate discourses.

Michel Foucault, The History of Sexuality, vol. I, p. 27

— Children of Shatila (1998) by Mai Masri

Reposting this tweet from Abdalhadi Alijla عبد الهادي العجلة (@alijla2021):

"Via Scott Long. For those interested, I've uploaded my entire library of books on Palestine/Israel to the cloud, in digital form (mostly pdf and epub) so you can access them. It's a little over 1700 books, a lot of them good and important, some of them historical or political curiosities. Nearly all are in English, I'm afraid. You can download any that interest you individually, or the whole library (about 13 GB). And feel free to share this."

Link to the drive

MYSELF/LESBIAN/ANGELIC/HOLY by kathy acker

A fawn curled up beside a fake deer which is used for target practice.