#essayist — Public Fediverse posts
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Losing faith in Humanity Is A Glimpse of Hope – Carolina Maria de Jesus
collecting what is only left outside doorsteps was kept hidden; hidden in the tongue, rather feel sensation burns of a pen then echoing voice punished because it sounds the same as shattering glasses in parties. avoiding eyes on you, whilst everyone making sure glass of wine escape the spill. Parties travel the streets full of laughter, fill Saturdays air, meanwhile wails echos in the background After knowing humanityits perversities its ambitionsI have grown olderand losingthe […] -
Losing faith in Humanity Is A Glimpse of Hope – Carolina Maria de Jesus
collecting what is only left outside doorsteps was kept hidden; hidden in the tongue, rather feel sensation burns of a pen then echoing voice punished because it sounds the same as shattering glasses in parties. avoiding eyes on you, whilst everyone making sure glass of wine escape the spill. Parties travel the streets full of laughter, fill Saturdays air, meanwhile wails echos in the background After knowing humanityits perversities its ambitionsI have grown olderand losingthe […] -
Losing faith in Humanity Is A Glimpse of Hope – Carolina Maria de Jesus
collecting what is only left outside doorsteps was kept hidden; hidden in the tongue, rather feel sensation burns of a pen then echoing voice punished because it sounds the same as shattering glasses in parties. avoiding eyes on you, whilst everyone making sure glass of wine escape the spill. Parties travel the streets full of laughter, fill Saturdays air, meanwhile wails echos in the background After knowing humanityits perversities its ambitionsI have grown olderand losingthe […] -
Losing faith in Humanity Is A Glimpse of Hope – Carolina Maria de Jesus
collecting what is only left outside doorsteps was kept hidden; hidden in the tongue, rather feel sensation burns of a pen then echoing voice punished because it sounds the same as shattering glasses in parties. avoiding eyes on you, whilst everyone making sure glass of wine escape the spill. Parties travel the streets full of laughter, fill Saturdays air, meanwhile wails echos in the background After knowing humanityits perversities its ambitionsI have grown olderand losingthe […] -
Losing faith in Humanity Is A Glimpse of Hope – Carolina Maria de Jesus
collecting what is only left outside doorsteps was kept hidden; hidden in the tongue, rather feel sensation burns of a pen then echoing voice punished because it sounds the same as shattering glasses in parties. avoiding eyes on you, whilst everyone making sure glass of wine escape the spill. Parties travel the streets full of laughter, fill Saturdays air, meanwhile wails echos in the background After knowing humanityits perversities its ambitionsI have grown olderand losingthe […] -
Where Do We go When Feeling Lost – Edouard Glissant
In the middle of no where, in an empty colourless room, transparent too. A bland space. Some may find comfort here, no expectations has been really made, floating above seas you can see through yourself, nothing is felt just as the room, it void of oneself. The idea of clarity can leave people on the edge, when a mirror become a window to see behind the walls, does it make what you see clear? Or A seamless mirror ripples into the sea, pulls your body in, turning weightless, empty as bottle […]https://rhizomeatlas.wordpress.com/2026/08/31/where-do-we-go-when-feeling-lost-edouard-glissant/
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Where Do We go When Feeling Lost – Edouard Glissant
In the middle of no where, in an empty colourless room, transparent too. A bland space. Some may find comfort here, no expectations has been really made, floating above seas you can see through yourself, nothing is felt just as the room, it void of oneself. The idea of clarity can leave people on the edge, when a mirror become a window to see behind the walls, does it make what you see clear? Or A seamless mirror ripples into the sea, pulls your body in, turning weightless, empty as bottle […]https://rhizomeatlas.wordpress.com/2026/08/31/where-do-we-go-when-feeling-lost-edouard-glissant/
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Where Do We go When Feeling Lost – Edouard Glissant
In the middle of no where, in an empty colourless room, transparent too. A bland space. Some may find comfort here, no expectations has been really made, floating above seas you can see through yourself, nothing is felt just as the room, it void of oneself. The idea of clarity can leave people on the edge, when a mirror become a window to see behind the walls, does it make what you see clear? Or A seamless mirror ripples into the sea, pulls your body in, turning weightless, empty as bottle […]https://rhizomeatlas.wordpress.com/2026/08/31/where-do-we-go-when-feeling-lost-edouard-glissant/
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Where Do We go When Feeling Lost – Edouard Glissant
In the middle of no where, in an empty colourless room, transparent too. A bland space. Some may find comfort here, no expectations has been really made, floating above seas you can see through yourself, nothing is felt just as the room, it void of oneself. The idea of clarity can leave people on the edge, when a mirror become a window to see behind the walls, does it make what you see clear? Or A seamless mirror ripples into the sea, pulls your body in, turning weightless, empty as bottle […]https://rhizomeatlas.wordpress.com/2026/08/31/where-do-we-go-when-feeling-lost-edouard-glissant/
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Where Do We go When Feeling Lost – Edouard Glissant
In the middle of no where, in an empty colourless room, transparent too. A bland space. Some may find comfort here, no expectations has been really made, floating above seas you can see through yourself, nothing is felt just as the room, it void of oneself. The idea of clarity can leave people on the edge, when a mirror become a window to see behind the walls, does it make what you see clear? Or A seamless mirror ripples into the sea, pulls your body in, turning weightless, empty as bottle […]https://rhizomeatlas.wordpress.com/2026/08/31/where-do-we-go-when-feeling-lost-edouard-glissant/
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I’m Why exaggerated personalities may be attempts to reach something real with Cindy Sherman
We all wonder how the world perceives us, even myself how far are we willing to go mould ourselves into other perception of us; questioning my own performative identity in the real world, what it looks like for those who are so detached need more just to be seen, maybe they’re looking for what other see in themselves what they don’t see in themselves. Cindy Sherman is embodiment of choosing to detach yourself, finding comfort In being so far removed, further away less fear orbits around […] -
I’m Why exaggerated personalities may be attempts to reach something real with Cindy Sherman
We all wonder how the world perceives us, even myself how far are we willing to go mould ourselves into other perception of us; questioning my own performative identity in the real world, what it looks like for those who are so detached need more just to be seen, maybe they’re looking for what other see in themselves what they don’t see in themselves. Cindy Sherman is embodiment of choosing to detach yourself, finding comfort In being so far removed, further away less fear orbits around […] -
Why exaggerated personalities may be attempts to reach something real with Cindy Sherman
We all wonder how the world perceives us, even myself how far are we willing to go mould ourselves into other perception of us; questioning my own performative identity in the real world, what it looks like for those who are so detached need more just to be seen, maybe they’re looking for what other see in themselves what they don’t see in themselves. Cindy Sherman is embodiment of choosing to detach yourself, finding comfort In being so far removed, further away less fear orbits around […] -
Why exaggerated personalities may be attempts to reach something real with Cindy Sherman
We all wonder how the world perceives us, even myself how far are we willing to go mould ourselves into other perception of us; questioning my own performative identity in the real world, what it looks like for those who are so detached need more just to be seen, maybe they’re looking for what other see in themselves what they don’t see in themselves. Cindy Sherman is embodiment of choosing to detach yourself, finding comfort In being so far removed, further away less fear orbits around […] -
Silent Journey You take with suffering. Frida Kahlo; Learning not to be captive To Pain
We going to look at the Silent journey we take with pain through the lenses of Frida Kahlo, How her pain became the companion who holds tighter before sleep, waits patiently in the dawn of every morning, The pain lingered, filling between every space with its presence, space in her heart pain sat with her alone. Frida Kahlo knew that very well, nor did shy away from its presence, most would feel pain is an intruder to our happiness, our space, Frida Kahlo saw pain guiding her to a door […] -
Silent Journey You take with suffering. Frida Kahlo; Learning not to be captive To Pain
We going to look at the Silent journey we take with pain through the lenses of Frida Kahlo, How her pain became the companion who holds tighter before sleep, waits patiently in the dawn of every morning, The pain lingered, filling between every space with its presence, space in her heart pain sat with her alone. Frida Kahlo knew that very well, nor did shy away from its presence, most would feel pain is an intruder to our happiness, our space, Frida Kahlo saw pain guiding her to a door […] -
Silent Journey You take with suffering. Frida Kahlo; Learning not to be captive To Pain
We going to look at the Silent journey we take with pain through the lenses of Frida Kahlo, How her pain became the companion who holds tighter before sleep, waits patiently in the dawn of every morning, The pain lingered, filling between every space with its presence, space in her heart pain sat with her alone. Frida Kahlo knew that very well, nor did shy away from its presence, most would feel pain is an intruder to our happiness, our space, Frida Kahlo saw pain guiding her to a door […] -
Silent Journey You take with suffering. Frida Kahlo; Learning not to be captive To Pain
We going to look at the Silent journey we take with pain through the lenses of Frida Kahlo, How her pain became the companion who holds tighter before sleep, waits patiently in the dawn of every morning, The pain lingered, filling between every space with its presence, space in her heart pain sat with her alone. Frida Kahlo knew that very well, nor did shy away from its presence, most would feel pain is an intruder to our happiness, our space, Frida Kahlo saw pain guiding her to a door […] -
Silent Journey You take with suffering. Frida Kahlo; Learning not to be captive To Pain
We going to look at the Silent journey we take with pain through the lenses of Frida Kahlo, How her pain became the companion who holds tighter before sleep, waits patiently in the dawn of every morning, The pain lingered, filling between every space with its presence, space in her heart pain sat with her alone. Frida Kahlo knew that very well, nor did shy away from its presence, most would feel pain is an intruder to our happiness, our space, Frida Kahlo saw pain guiding her to a door […] -
A quotation from Samuel Johnson
Composition is, for the most part, an effort of slow diligence and steady perseverance, to which the mind is dragged by necessity or resolution, and from which the attention is every moment starting to more delightful amusements.
Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) English writer, lexicographer, critic
Essay (1754-03-02), The Adventurer, No. 138More about this quote: wist.info/johnson-samuel/25299…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #samueljohnson #author #distraction #drudgery #essayist #novelist #storyteller #writing #writer
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A quotation from Samuel Johnson
Composition is, for the most part, an effort of slow diligence and steady perseverance, to which the mind is dragged by necessity or resolution, and from which the attention is every moment starting to more delightful amusements.
Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) English writer, lexicographer, critic
Essay (1754-03-02), The Adventurer, No. 138More about this quote: wist.info/johnson-samuel/25299…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #samueljohnson #author #distraction #drudgery #essayist #novelist #storyteller #writing #writer
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A quotation from Samuel Johnson
Composition is, for the most part, an effort of slow diligence and steady perseverance, to which the mind is dragged by necessity or resolution, and from which the attention is every moment starting to more delightful amusements.
Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) English writer, lexicographer, critic
Essay (1754-03-02), The Adventurer, No. 138More about this quote: wist.info/johnson-samuel/25299…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #samueljohnson #author #distraction #drudgery #essayist #novelist #storyteller #writing #writer
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A quotation from Samuel Johnson
Composition is, for the most part, an effort of slow diligence and steady perseverance, to which the mind is dragged by necessity or resolution, and from which the attention is every moment starting to more delightful amusements.
Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) English writer, lexicographer, critic
Essay (1754-03-02), The Adventurer, No. 138More about this quote: wist.info/johnson-samuel/25299…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #samueljohnson #author #distraction #drudgery #essayist #novelist #storyteller #writing #writer
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New polls out on my patreon! What regular content should I produce? What essay should I write? Go become a member and give me your opinion at https://www.patreon.com/ladyaranea!
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New polls out on my patreon! What regular content should I produce? What essay should I write? Go become a member and give me your opinion at https://www.patreon.com/ladyaranea!
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#publishing #publisher #satirist #essayist #author We think that America and England are countries of freedom, but in reality they exert a strict pressure on the world of thought, they see satirists as activist militants, they do not even allow them to infiltrate the dominions.
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#publishing #satire #humor #literature #essay #comedy #fun #book #satirist #essayist No swearing is as effective as humor. People who read my satirical novels burst out laughing, but when they recover, they become hostile towards me because they think I'm making fun of them.
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#publishing #satire #humor #literature #essay #comedy #fun #book #satirist #essayist No swearing is as effective as humor. People who read my satirical novels burst out laughing, but when they recover, they become hostile towards me because they think I'm making fun of them.
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#publishing #satire #humor #literature #essay #comedy #fun #book #satirist #essayist No swearing is as effective as humor. People who read my satirical novels burst out laughing, but when they recover, they become hostile towards me because they think I'm making fun of them.
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#publishing #satire #humor #literature #essay #comedy #fun #book #satirist #essayist No swearing is as effective as humor. People who read my satirical novels burst out laughing, but when they recover, they become hostile towards me because they think I'm making fun of them.
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Photos of Heather Cox Richardson speaking at the National Press Club, 16 Jan. 2025, now available exclusively on Alamy: https://www.alamy.com/portfolio/1317563/dcnotables.html
#Photography #NewsPhotography #Alamy #Historian #Essayist #WashingtonDC #NationalPressClub
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Photos of Heather Cox Richardson speaking at the National Press Club, 16 Jan. 2025, now available exclusively on Alamy: https://www.alamy.com/portfolio/1317563/dcnotables.html
#Photography #NewsPhotography #Alamy #Historian #Essayist #WashingtonDC #NationalPressClub
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Photos of Heather Cox Richardson speaking at the National Press Club, 16 Jan. 2025, now available exclusively on Alamy: https://www.alamy.com/portfolio/1317563/dcnotables.html
#Photography #NewsPhotography #Alamy #Historian #Essayist #WashingtonDC #NationalPressClub
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Photos of Heather Cox Richardson speaking at the National Press Club, 16 Jan. 2025, now available exclusively on Alamy: https://www.alamy.com/portfolio/1317563/dcnotables.html
#Photography #NewsPhotography #Alamy #Historian #Essayist #WashingtonDC #NationalPressClub
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Song of the Day November 30 2024
In remembrance of the birth of Gordon Parks
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Parks
What Gordon Parks Saw (a brief documentary)
https://youtu.be/dcVOItrZX6U?si=hUteGUjRnZmLGwI6
#SongOfTheDay #SOTD #SOTD2024 #November30 #GordonParks #RenaissanceMan #raconteur #photographer #essayist #writer #activist #CivilRIghts #HumanRights #documentarian #director #LifeMagazine #poet #artist #EssenceMagazine #composer #musician #Music #1940s #1950s #1960s #1970s 1980s #1990s #2000s
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Song of the Day November 30 2024
In remembrance of the birth of Gordon Parks
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Parks
What Gordon Parks Saw (a brief documentary)
https://youtu.be/dcVOItrZX6U?si=hUteGUjRnZmLGwI6
#SongOfTheDay #SOTD #SOTD2024 #November30 #GordonParks #RenaissanceMan #raconteur #photographer #essayist #writer #activist #CivilRIghts #HumanRights #documentarian #director #LifeMagazine #poet #artist #EssenceMagazine #composer #musician #Music #1940s #1950s #1960s #1970s 1980s #1990s #2000s
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Song of the Day November 30 2024
In remembrance of the birth of Gordon Parks
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Parks
What Gordon Parks Saw (a brief documentary)
https://youtu.be/dcVOItrZX6U?si=hUteGUjRnZmLGwI6
#SongOfTheDay #SOTD #SOTD2024 #November30 #GordonParks #RenaissanceMan #raconteur #photographer #essayist #writer #activist #CivilRIghts #HumanRights #documentarian #director #LifeMagazine #poet #artist #EssenceMagazine #composer #musician #Music #1940s #1950s #1960s #1970s 1980s #1990s #2000s
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When the living rot on the bodies of the dead
When the combatants’ teeth become knives
When words lose their meaning and become arsenic
When the aggressors’ nails become claws
When old friends hurry to join the carnage
When the victors’ eyes become live shells
When clergymen pick up the hammer and crucify
When officials open the door to the enemy
When the mountain peoples’ feet weigh like elephants
When roses grow only in cemeteries
When they eat the Palestinian’s liver before he’s even dead
When the sun itself has no other purpose than being a shroudthe human tide moves on . . .
By Etel Adnan, “XXXIX” from The Arab Apocalypse.
Etel Adnan was a #Lebanese #American #poet , #essayist & #VisualArtist. Adnan always lived between different languages & cultures. She spoke French, English, Greek & Turkish & lived in Paris, Beirut & California.
#Art was like home to her, something to hold on to; a language that transcends borders and cultures.
‘Colours make visible what the person is trying to say, but silent’.
One of her best-known works is Sitt Marie Rose (1978), in which she writes about the horrors of the Lebanese civil war.
Adnan began writing in French, but gradually discovered the language’s colonial undertones.
Etel Adnan grew up in Beirut, Lebanon, which was under French mandate at the time. Everyone learned French at school. Arabic, which most people spoke, became an inferior language.
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When the living rot on the bodies of the dead
When the combatants’ teeth become knives
When words lose their meaning and become arsenic
When the aggressors’ nails become claws
When old friends hurry to join the carnage
When the victors’ eyes become live shells
When clergymen pick up the hammer and crucify
When officials open the door to the enemy
When the mountain peoples’ feet weigh like elephants
When roses grow only in cemeteries
When they eat the Palestinian’s liver before he’s even dead
When the sun itself has no other purpose than being a shroudthe human tide moves on . . .
By Etel Adnan, “XXXIX” from The Arab Apocalypse.
Etel Adnan was a #Lebanese #American #poet , #essayist & #VisualArtist. Adnan always lived between different languages & cultures. She spoke French, English, Greek & Turkish & lived in Paris, Beirut & California.
#Art was like home to her, something to hold on to; a language that transcends borders and cultures.
‘Colours make visible what the person is trying to say, but silent’.
One of her best-known works is Sitt Marie Rose (1978), in which she writes about the horrors of the Lebanese civil war.
Adnan began writing in French, but gradually discovered the language’s colonial undertones.
Etel Adnan grew up in Beirut, Lebanon, which was under French mandate at the time. Everyone learned French at school. Arabic, which most people spoke, became an inferior language.
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When the living rot on the bodies of the dead
When the combatants’ teeth become knives
When words lose their meaning and become arsenic
When the aggressors’ nails become claws
When old friends hurry to join the carnage
When the victors’ eyes become live shells
When clergymen pick up the hammer and crucify
When officials open the door to the enemy
When the mountain peoples’ feet weigh like elephants
When roses grow only in cemeteries
When they eat the Palestinian’s liver before he’s even dead
When the sun itself has no other purpose than being a shroudthe human tide moves on . . .
By Etel Adnan, “XXXIX” from The Arab Apocalypse.
Etel Adnan was a #Lebanese #American #poet , #essayist & #VisualArtist. Adnan always lived between different languages & cultures. She spoke French, English, Greek & Turkish & lived in Paris, Beirut & California.
#Art was like home to her, something to hold on to; a language that transcends borders and cultures.
‘Colours make visible what the person is trying to say, but silent’.
One of her best-known works is Sitt Marie Rose (1978), in which she writes about the horrors of the Lebanese civil war.
Adnan began writing in French, but gradually discovered the language’s colonial undertones.
Etel Adnan grew up in Beirut, Lebanon, which was under French mandate at the time. Everyone learned French at school. Arabic, which most people spoke, became an inferior language.
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When the living rot on the bodies of the dead
When the combatants’ teeth become knives
When words lose their meaning and become arsenic
When the aggressors’ nails become claws
When old friends hurry to join the carnage
When the victors’ eyes become live shells
When clergymen pick up the hammer and crucify
When officials open the door to the enemy
When the mountain peoples’ feet weigh like elephants
When roses grow only in cemeteries
When they eat the Palestinian’s liver before he’s even dead
When the sun itself has no other purpose than being a shroudthe human tide moves on . . .
By Etel Adnan, “XXXIX” from The Arab Apocalypse.
Etel Adnan was a #Lebanese #American #poet , #essayist & #VisualArtist. Adnan always lived between different languages & cultures. She spoke French, English, Greek & Turkish & lived in Paris, Beirut & California.
#Art was like home to her, something to hold on to; a language that transcends borders and cultures.
‘Colours make visible what the person is trying to say, but silent’.
One of her best-known works is Sitt Marie Rose (1978), in which she writes about the horrors of the Lebanese civil war.
Adnan began writing in French, but gradually discovered the language’s colonial undertones.
Etel Adnan grew up in Beirut, Lebanon, which was under French mandate at the time. Everyone learned French at school. Arabic, which most people spoke, became an inferior language.
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When the living rot on the bodies of the dead
When the combatants’ teeth become knives
When words lose their meaning and become arsenic
When the aggressors’ nails become claws
When old friends hurry to join the carnage
When the victors’ eyes become live shells
When clergymen pick up the hammer and crucify
When officials open the door to the enemy
When the mountain peoples’ feet weigh like elephants
When roses grow only in cemeteries
When they eat the Palestinian’s liver before he’s even dead
When the sun itself has no other purpose than being a shroudthe human tide moves on . . .
By Etel Adnan, “XXXIX” from The Arab Apocalypse.
Etel Adnan was a #Lebanese #American #poet , #essayist & #VisualArtist. Adnan always lived between different languages & cultures. She spoke French, English, Greek & Turkish & lived in Paris, Beirut & California.
#Art was like home to her, something to hold on to; a language that transcends borders and cultures.
‘Colours make visible what the person is trying to say, but silent’.
One of her best-known works is Sitt Marie Rose (1978), in which she writes about the horrors of the Lebanese civil war.
Adnan began writing in French, but gradually discovered the language’s colonial undertones.
Etel Adnan grew up in Beirut, Lebanon, which was under French mandate at the time. Everyone learned French at school. Arabic, which most people spoke, became an inferior language.
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Le #poème du dimanche : ‘‘D’ailes et d’empreintes’’ de #Hubert #Haddad
Né à #Tunis en 1947, Hubert Haddad, est #poète, #romancier, peintre, #essayiste. #Auteur d’une œuvre importante et multiforme, il fonde en 1969, la #revue de #poésie Le Point d’être dans la mouvance du surréalisme#poem #poet #novelist painter #essayist #Author #magazine #poetry #tunisia #tunisie #تونس
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Le #poème du dimanche : ‘‘D’ailes et d’empreintes’’ de #Hubert #Haddad
Né à #Tunis en 1947, Hubert Haddad, est #poète, #romancier, peintre, #essayiste. #Auteur d’une œuvre importante et multiforme, il fonde en 1969, la #revue de #poésie Le Point d’être dans la mouvance du surréalisme#poem #poet #novelist painter #essayist #Author #magazine #poetry #tunisia #tunisie #تونس
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Le #poème du dimanche : ‘‘D’ailes et d’empreintes’’ de #Hubert #Haddad
Né à #Tunis en 1947, Hubert Haddad, est #poète, #romancier, peintre, #essayiste. #Auteur d’une œuvre importante et multiforme, il fonde en 1969, la #revue de #poésie Le Point d’être dans la mouvance du surréalisme#poem #poet #novelist painter #essayist #Author #magazine #poetry #tunisia #tunisie #تونس
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Le #poème du dimanche : ‘‘D’ailes et d’empreintes’’ de #Hubert #Haddad
Né à #Tunis en 1947, Hubert Haddad, est #poète, #romancier, peintre, #essayiste. #Auteur d’une œuvre importante et multiforme, il fonde en 1969, la #revue de #poésie Le Point d’être dans la mouvance du surréalisme#poem #poet #novelist painter #essayist #Author #magazine #poetry #tunisia #tunisie #تونس
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Le #poème du dimanche : ‘‘D’ailes et d’empreintes’’ de #Hubert #Haddad
Né à #Tunis en 1947, Hubert Haddad, est #poète, #romancier, peintre, #essayiste. #Auteur d’une œuvre importante et multiforme, il fonde en 1969, la #revue de #poésie Le Point d’être dans la mouvance du surréalisme#poem #poet #novelist painter #essayist #Author #magazine #poetry #tunisia #tunisie #تونس
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#gaza #genocide #palestine #israel #personal #experience #novelist #writer #essayist #susanalbuhawa #holocaust
Writer and scientist Susan Abulhawa is the founder of Playgrounds for Palestine, a children’s organization dedicated to uplifting #Palestinian #children. She wrote the following piece during her stay in #Rafah in February and early March.
https://electronicintifada.net/content/history-will-record-israel-committed-holocaust/45006
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#gaza #genocide #palestine #israel #personal #experience #novelist #writer #essayist #susanalbuhawa #holocaust
Writer and scientist Susan Abulhawa is the founder of Playgrounds for Palestine, a children’s organization dedicated to uplifting #Palestinian #children. She wrote the following piece during her stay in #Rafah in February and early March.
https://electronicintifada.net/content/history-will-record-israel-committed-holocaust/45006
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#gaza #genocide #palestine #israel #personal #experience #novelist #writer #essayist #susanalbuhawa #holocaust
Writer and scientist Susan Abulhawa is the founder of Playgrounds for Palestine, a children’s organization dedicated to uplifting #Palestinian #children. She wrote the following piece during her stay in #Rafah in February and early March.
https://electronicintifada.net/content/history-will-record-israel-committed-holocaust/45006
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#gaza #genocide #palestine #israel #personal #experience #novelist #writer #essayist #susanalbuhawa #holocaust
Writer and scientist Susan Abulhawa is the founder of Playgrounds for Palestine, a children’s organization dedicated to uplifting #Palestinian #children. She wrote the following piece during her stay in #Rafah in February and early March.
https://electronicintifada.net/content/history-will-record-israel-committed-holocaust/45006
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#gaza #genocide #palestine #israel #personal #experience #novelist #writer #essayist #susanalbuhawa #holocaust
Writer and scientist Susan Abulhawa is the founder of Playgrounds for Palestine, a children’s organization dedicated to uplifting #Palestinian #children. She wrote the following piece during her stay in #Rafah in February and early March.
https://electronicintifada.net/content/history-will-record-israel-committed-holocaust/45006
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Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde was born #OTD in 1854 at 21 Westland Row, Dublin, Ireland. Mr. Oscar Wilde by William & Daniel Downey, c. 1881 - in or before 1891. Rijksmuseum.
#OscarWilde #Poet #Playwright #Novelist #Essayist #ShortStoryWriter
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Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde was born #OTD in 1854 at 21 Westland Row, Dublin, Ireland. Mr. Oscar Wilde by William & Daniel Downey, c. 1881 - in or before 1891. Rijksmuseum.
#OscarWilde #Poet #Playwright #Novelist #Essayist #ShortStoryWriter
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Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde was born #OTD in 1854 at 21 Westland Row, Dublin, Ireland. Mr. Oscar Wilde by William & Daniel Downey, c. 1881 - in or before 1891. Rijksmuseum.
#OscarWilde #Poet #Playwright #Novelist #Essayist #ShortStoryWriter
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Today I found out that my essay “The Anxious Writer” has been purchased by Open Minds Quarterly, my story “This is the Time Just before Spider Woman Meets Kiviuq” has been purchased by the Delta Literary Arts Society, and my story “Wolf Mother” has begun its editorial process at Augur Magazine. I also have two short stories coming out in an anthology called Mihko Kiskisiwin (Blood Memory) published by the Indigenous Poets Society, possibly as soon as this December. https://www.openmindsquarterly.com @indigenousauthors #WritingCommunity #Essayist #CNF #ShortStory #WritersOfMastodon #AuthorsOfMastodon #LivedExperience #Anxiety #MentalHealth
