I went to the Met today
"Sometimes I think I’m a total failure as a parent, but I’m all they’ve got. Before Jem looks at anyone else he looks at me, and I’ve tried to live so I can look squarely back at him… if I connived at something like this, frankly I couldn’t meet his eye, and the day I can’t do that I’ll know I’ve lost him. I don’t want to lose him and Scout, because they’re all I’ve got."
by Clementine von Radics
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
"Jenny Holzer is my fave. Though many of her pieces are what one might just call “text,” they are so powerful in presentation and existence. Projecting her truths onto building, lettering them on marquees, even just writing them over and over again is so, so important. Blasting a woman’s voice across the cultural plane. Not being afraid to be loud and full of conviction. Literally writing her thoughts where they could not be ignored or silenced. Last year I was v. depressed and in an abusive relationship/home, tho i didn’t know it. I came across Jenny’s piece “In a dream you saw a way to survive and you were full of joy.” I found myself writing this in large, careful letters. I hung it on the wall in the home I shared with my ex. I left soon after & I remembered a dream I’d had, without him in it, & the feeling of walking into an unfamiliar place, scared but okay. Jenny’s aphorisms helped me make my survival.” - cultural00shrapnel
The psychological effect Israel’s war crimes have on Palestinian children is rarely talked about. Israel says ‘you teach your children to hate’ but they will never tell you that they kill so many parents. They deprive so many Palestinian children of a father, a mother, someone to help calm their fears.
The top photo is of a relative of Ibrahim Mansour, 26, who was killed by Israeli soldiers as he was collecting gravel to sell from his donkey cart, during his funeral in Gaza City today, February 14, 2014, and the bottom photo is of his son at the hospital morgue yesterday.
Never forget the children of Palestine. Never forget their struggle of growing up.
(Photos: Suhaib Salem / Reuters)
may God give them the strength and patience.
my heart :(