I picked up “thinking through the skin” and it had a cover of an open palm of a hand. I never open my hand like that. My skin… Read more “While reading “Thinking through the skin”.. my skin cracked for me to see through..”
“They resembled each other, the decrepit moon and that crust of the earth which had been soldered into an amalgam of wreckage” Now I can’t remember how… Read more “There is a cloud..it does not know how to float..”
I like the first 45 seconds of the track.. it tells a story of cafe that is over there at the crossroads, where there is a hearth,… Read more “On growing old with a four year old world-making project”
The third blog post from Andrei Belibou’s series of posts on holes. In this post Andrei ends on the ever so hopeful note:
“sometimes we get lucky to find treasures of many kinds when what we walk on is forced to give way.”
Of course ever since we started working on the project, I have developed the tendency to spot holes every where; after a while one comes to feel (rather than read, or know, or assume) how unsettling being with holes can get..
I spotted holes in mass graves, in Kusama’s polka dots, in the roots of the very blossomy spring trees on Campus. Holes bring light (windows), and darkness (the abyss), memories and escapes..
Andrei’s post speaks about all the conflicting pasts we find underneath our cities.
Source: Finding the Past in Holes
Originally posted on Losing Ground:
A Google search for ‘bullet holes’ returns a majority of results of stock photos, free images, and decals. They are weird apparitions,…
It has been quite a long time since I appropriated Qur’anic verses or formulations in my writing. But I have just finished teaching a module that eventually… Read more “On bans and walking and my shoe with a hole..”
Of course the Arab World has been constantly changing, constantly losing, literally shuffled- its humans, its space, its time- and also enduring in a Stoler(ian) sense. Remaining remains… Read more “..remains..”