I Turned You Into Me
They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run.

"Running Orders" by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha (via theremina)

Wow this is so heart-wrenching

(via scintillative)

tsamthepoet:

The world stands with Palestine.

thebicker:

About a third of the passengers killed on the Malaysian flight that was shot down yesterday were on their way to an international AIDS conference. They were scientists, researchers and activists, some of whom have already changed and saved thousands of lives with their work.
Bryan Fischer - the head of the American Family Association - is mad that Barack Obama acknowledged that. Here’s what Obama said (which, no, YOU’RE tearing up reading it!)

Let me close by making one additional comment. On board Malaysian Airlines Flight MH-17 there were apparently near 100 researchers and advocates traveling to an international conference in Australia dedicated to combating AIDS/HIV. These were men and women who had dedicated their own lives to saving the lives of others, and they were taken from us in a senseless act of violence.
In this world today we shouldn’t forget that in the midst of conflict and killing, there are people like these, people who are focused on what can be built rather than what can be destroyed, people who are focused on how they can help people that they’ve never met, people that define themselves not by what makes them different from other people but by the humanity that we hold in common. It’s important for us to lift them up and to affirm their lives. And it’s time for us to heed their example.
The United States of America is going to continue to stand for the basic principle that people have the right to live as they choose, that nations have the right to determine their own destiny, and that when terrible events like this occur, the international community stands on the side of justice and on the side of truth.

Wonkette did a roundup of some of the medical advancements the people on that plane helped create, including antiretrovirals to reduce mother-child spread of HIV/AIDS and access to treatment in developing nations. And of course, they’ve affected the lives of millions of gay men who have contracted the disease. Who are just as worthy of medical care as anyone else. Who were ignored by Reagan when the HIV outbreak first happened, which actually made the disease spread farther and faster before anyone knew how it was transmitted. Who are motherfucking human beings, much to the dismay of the American Family Association.
Obviously we all knew the AFA was a piece of shit. In case you were wondering - since it’s been a while since we heard from them, what with same-sex marriage getting legalized in a new state every week or so - in case you were wondering whether they were still homophobic pieces of shit, yes, yes they are.

thebicker:

About a third of the passengers killed on the Malaysian flight that was shot down yesterday were on their way to an international AIDS conference. They were scientists, researchers and activists, some of whom have already changed and saved thousands of lives with their work.

Bryan Fischer - the head of the American Family Association - is mad that Barack Obama acknowledged that. Here’s what Obama said (which, no, YOU’RE tearing up reading it!)

Let me close by making one additional comment. On board Malaysian Airlines Flight MH-17 there were apparently near 100 researchers and advocates traveling to an international conference in Australia dedicated to combating AIDS/HIV. These were men and women who had dedicated their own lives to saving the lives of others, and they were taken from us in a senseless act of violence.

In this world today we shouldn’t forget that in the midst of conflict and killing, there are people like these, people who are focused on what can be built rather than what can be destroyed, people who are focused on how they can help people that they’ve never met, people that define themselves not by what makes them different from other people but by the humanity that we hold in common. It’s important for us to lift them up and to affirm their lives. And it’s time for us to heed their example.

The United States of America is going to continue to stand for the basic principle that people have the right to live as they choose, that nations have the right to determine their own destiny, and that when terrible events like this occur, the international community stands on the side of justice and on the side of truth.

Wonkette did a roundup of some of the medical advancements the people on that plane helped create, including antiretrovirals to reduce mother-child spread of HIV/AIDS and access to treatment in developing nations. And of course, they’ve affected the lives of millions of gay men who have contracted the disease. Who are just as worthy of medical care as anyone else. Who were ignored by Reagan when the HIV outbreak first happened, which actually made the disease spread farther and faster before anyone knew how it was transmitted. Who are motherfucking human beings, much to the dismay of the American Family Association.

Obviously we all knew the AFA was a piece of shit. In case you were wondering - since it’s been a while since we heard from them, what with same-sex marriage getting legalized in a new state every week or so - in case you were wondering whether they were still homophobic pieces of shit, yes, yes they are.

standwithpalestine:

Celebrities speak out against Israel’s terrorist attacks on Gaza

(via Jewish Voice for Peace)

selchieproductions:

nowinexile:

#GazaUnderAttack

This is the strongest and saddest thing I’ve read in a long time. 

selchieproductions:

nowinexile:

#GazaUnderAttack

This is the strongest and saddest thing I’ve read in a long time. 

Persephone Lied

The truth is, I was bored.
My mother blissing ahead of me, rosebuds rising in her footsteps,
And I skulking behind, thinking,
Oh look. She walks in beauty.
Again.

Her power could boil rivers, if she chose.
She doesn’t choose. She scatters
Heliotrope behind her.

And me, I’ve no powers. I think she’d like
A decorative daughter. A link to the humans
She feeds with her scattered wheat.
A daughter wed to a swineherd’s just the thing
To show that Demeter’s a down-to-earth
Kind of goddess.

Do you know what swineherds talk about?
Swine.
Diseases of, ways to cook;
“That ‘un’s got no milk for ‘er shoats;
Him, there, he’s got boggy trotters.”

And when he leaned in, smiling,
While we sat in a bower sagged with Mother’s honeysuckle,
When he said, “Now,
My herd’s growing and I’m thinking I could feed a wife—”
That’s when I snapped, I howled, I ran.

And when a hole opened up, a beautiful black, in all the pastels of my mother’s sowing.
Let me fix the lie: Nobody grabbed, nobody pulled.
I jumped.

I thought it was a tiny earthquake,
Thought I was killing myself,
Starting a long journey to Hades.
It was a more direct trip
Than I’d imagined—
I landed in his lap.

He just looked at me, said “Well,”
And kept driving his chariot down,
Flicked his leather reins near my face.
He did not give me flowers.
He never spoke of pigs.

Didn’t speak much at all. Just took me down in darkness
And did dark things.
I liked them.

I stumbled through his grey gardens, after,
Sore and smiling.
And the gardener said, “Little girl,
Little sunlit flower,
You belong in the world above.
Trust that they’ll come for you,
But while you wait
Don’t eat the food of the dead, for it will trap you here.”
And I said give me the fucking fruit.

But when I ate I could hear her howling,
See her spreading winter on the world.
My poor mother, who missed me after all;
My poor swineherd, starving.
Huddled up for warmth with the few he hadn’t eaten.

I spat out half the seeds.

So now I suffer through the summers,
Smile at the swineherd who tells me
Which shoat is off its feed.
Smile at my mother and walk behind her.
My powers have come to me now, and in her candy-colored wake I scatter
Sundew and flytrap, nettles and belladonna.

I smile and wait for November,
For when I come back to you.
Your clever cold hands and your hard black boots.
I don’t ask what the leather is made from.
I don’t think I want to know.

Source (via fypoetry)
imwithkanye:

Elaine Stritch, Tart-Tongued Broadway Actress and Singer, Is Dead at 89 | NYT
Plainspoken, egalitarian, impatient with fools and foolishness, and admittedly fond of cigarettes, alcohol and late nights — she finally gave up smoking and drinking in her 60s — though she took it up again — Ms. Stritch might be the only actor to work as a bartender after starring on Broadway, and she was completely unabashed about her good-time-girl attitude.
“I’m not a bit opposed to your mentioning in this article that Frieda Fun here has had a reputation in the theater, for the past five or six years, for drinking,” she said to a reporter for The New York Times in 1968. “I drink and I love to drink, and it’s part of my life.”
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imwithkanye:

Elaine Stritch, Tart-Tongued Broadway Actress and Singer, Is Dead at 89 | NYT

Plainspoken, egalitarian, impatient with fools and foolishness, and admittedly fond of cigarettes, alcohol and late nights — she finally gave up smoking and drinking in her 60s — though she took it up again — Ms. Stritch might be the only actor to work as a bartender after starring on Broadway, and she was completely unabashed about her good-time-girl attitude.

“I’m not a bit opposed to your mentioning in this article that Frieda Fun here has had a reputation in the theater, for the past five or six years, for drinking,” she said to a reporter for The New York Times in 1968. “I drink and I love to drink, and it’s part of my life.”

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screengoddess:

Happy Birthday Barbara Stanwyck
(July 16, 1907 – January 20, 1990)

screengoddess:

Happy Birthday Barbara Stanwyck

(July 16, 1907 – January 20, 1990)

gingerrogerss:

Happy Birthday Virginia Katherine McMath aka Ginger Rogers!
(July 16, 1911 – April 25, 1995)

“Ginger owes much of her professional longevity to her singular versatility. There are few who can act comedy and drama, as well as sing and dance. Ginger continues to conceive fresh activity and new fields. She is still stagestruck and screenstruck. Further, she retains the nerve of a newcomer, and the courage of a champion. What is a movie star, anyway? Is it magnetism? Well then, what’s magnetism? Or personality, for that matter. The mysterious quality is more than talent. The indefinable has been defined as ‘human warmth’, ‘mass appeal’ and ‘identification’, among other things. Whatever it is, Ginger Rogers had it and has it.” - Garson Kanin

“She was the dance queen of Hollywood … and George Balanchine once remarked that he only came to America because it was a land of girls like Ginger Rogers. Some of the others may have been better dancers; Ginger Rogers was a better star. Only with her did dance in the movie musical become a medium of serious emotion, only with her did Fred Astaire do his very best work, only with her did sophistication suddenly become accessible to all.”Sheridan Morley

"I don’t think there’s ever been anyone like Ginger, never. She was heaven." - Stanley Donen