These days—the days of the genocide on Palestinians—I go to coffeeshops. Instead of reading a book, I scroll through my phone and witness in real time the death and destruction of Palestinians and Palestine. My people and my homeland. At times, when I hear the word Palestine, I start to eavesdrop. After the news . . .
Read MoreEditor’s note: A video reading from some of the contributors to our Gaza issue, with poems in Arabic followed by their English translations. In order of presentation, Maya Abu Al-Hayat, Ibrahim Fawzy, Batool Abu Akleen, Wiam El-Tamami, Muhammed al-Zaqzouq, as translated by Elisabeth Jaquette, Nathalie Handal, Zena K.A. Elhout, and Anam Zafar.
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Lecture by Rashid Al-Khalidi at the University of Vienna, May, 2024. Photo courtesy of Sofia Bempeza Let me tell you a story about how working on knowledge production about Palestine in Austria is walking on a minefield. You can (and will) encounter a wave of ignorance and hatred that may explode your . . .
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Russ Brings all the wrong books to my hospital room, which is tucked into a corner of the birthing center. How was he to know I’d already finished that novel? Back at our house, all my books flounder in inscrutable piles. I hadn’t arranged them to be legible to anyone else. Of . . .
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Tell us about one of the first pieces you translated.My first translation project was poems and short stories by young Colombian writers for Historias de vida y muerte/ Stories of Life and Death. That writing came from workshops I taught in Cazucá, a slum south of Bogotá where many of the writers . . .
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Jon Hoel: The natural world is pretty frequent in your work over the years; in these recent poems, though, there are two terms specifically I wanted to ask you about, “decolonization” and “land back.” Both are ideas many people are likely familiar with, but some might not be. I was curious what . . .
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Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.The first piece I remember writing was a short story I wrote for school when I was about seven or eight. It was about a little girl (definitely me) who went on tropical vacation with her family (definitely my family) and, while on . . .
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Lisa Suhair Majaj in Amman, Jordan, circa 1968.Photo courtesy of the author. Through the tent flap the child saw bomb-lightstreak the sky, heard the drum of thunderthat was not thunder. She should have beentoo young to grasp the proximity of death,but this was Gaza. She asked her mother pensively, What if I . . .
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A Review of Ayşegül Savaş’s The Anthropologists (Bloomsbury, 2024) “The green jacket, the ceremonial stones, breakfast with Manu, the Dame on the terrace, and the shapes of poems,” goes Ayşegül Savaş’ magpie-like narrator Asya as she meticulously collects objects and moments with her partner Manu to build their nest, two ex-pats in an unnamed . . .
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