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sealskin · 6 months
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https://www.dropbox.com/sh/41pu2j0alrvmmqq/AADcNEo2K-fsdlacFfuXnKtva?dl=0
Above is the link to an audio file with Palestinian music, read-aloud poetry, storytelling, and excerpts from speeches on history and liberation. It was gathered by Radio Al Hara, an internet radio station broadcast from Ramallah, Bethlehem, and Amman in Jordan, founded during the pandemic as a way to connect during isolation. “Al Hara” means ​“the neighbourhood” in Arabic. From the river to the sea! 🇵🇸
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soracities · 6 months
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What did I see? I don’t know what words to use. The words are never there. But between the useless words you’ll see what I saw.
John Berger, From A to X: A Story in Letters
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dreamingawayyour1ife · 5 months
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“Men act, women appear. Men look at women, women watch themselves being looked at”
-John Berger, ways of seeing
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doomedbythenarrator · 10 months
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if i gave up on being pretty, i wouldnt know how to be alive
grace vanderwaal // unknown // nessa barrett // fleabag // unknown // @/seravph // john berger // unknown // susan sontag // mitski
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quotefeeling · 1 month
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closeness with a certain sum of shared experiences. Yet in reality total strangers, who will never say a single word to each other, can share an intimacy — an intimacy contained in the exchange of a glance, a nod of the head, a smile, a shrug of a shoulder. A closeness that lasts for minutes or for the duration of a song that is being listened to together. An agreement about life. An agreement without clauses. A conclusion spontaneously shared between the untold stories gathered around the song.
John Berger, Some Notes on Song
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prokaryotics · 2 years
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“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy…yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night...”
“The Female Man” - Joanna Russ // “The Robber’s Bride” - Margaret Atwood // “Gone Girl” - Gillian Flynn // “Ways of Seeing” - John Berger // “The Female Man” - Joanna Russ // Sylvia Plath
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llovelymoonn · 1 year
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what art does for us
john berger and our faces, my heart, as brief as photos \\ larissa pham the limits of the viral book review \\ frantz (2016) dir. françois ozon \\ johann wolfgang von goethe the sorrows of young werther (tr. david constantine)
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edwordsmyth · 2 months
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John Berger reads Ghassan Kanafani.
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summerpoets · 2 years
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— the shape of a pocket by john berger
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wizardpimp69 · 2 years
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nobeerreviews · 5 months
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We who draw do so not only to make something visible to others, but also to accompany something invisible to its incalculable destination.
-- John Berger
(Munich, Germany)
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slowtides · 2 years
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Much of what happens to us in life is nameless because our vocabulary is too poor. Most stories get told out loud because the storyteller hopes that the telling of the story can transform a nameless event into a familiar or intimate one. We tend to associate intimacy with closeness and closeness with a certain sum of shared experiences. Yet in reality total strangers, who will never say a single word to each other, can share an intimacy — an intimacy contained in the exchange of a glance, a nod of the head, a smile, a shrug of a shoulder. A closeness that lasts for minutes or for the duration of a song that is being listened to together. An agreement about life. An agreement without clauses. A conclusion spontaneously shared between the untold stories gathered around the song.
John Berger, "Some Notes on Song (for Yasmine Hamdan)"
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soracities · 6 months
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There’s such a difference between hope and expectation. At first I believed it was a question of duration, that hope was awaiting something further away. I was wrong. Expectation belongs to the body, whereas hope belongs to the soul. That’s the difference. The two converse and excite or console each other but the dream of each one is different. I’ve learnt something more. The expectation of a body can last as long as any hope. Like mine expecting yours.
John Berger, From A to X: A Story in Letters
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funeral · 1 year
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Today images abound everywhere. Never has so much been depicted and watched. We have glimpses at any moment of what things look like on the other side of the planet, or the other side of the moon. Appearances registered, and transmitted with lightning speed. Yet with this something has innocently changed. They used to be called physical appearances because they belonged to solid bodies. Now appearances are volatile. Technological innovation has made it easy to separate the apparent from the existant. And this is precisely what the present system’s mythology continually needs to exploit. It turns appearances into refractions, like mirages: refractions not of light but of appetite, in fact a single appetite, the appetite for more. Consequently -- and oddly, considering the physical implications of the notion of appetite -- the existant, the body, disappears. We live within a spectacle of empty clothes and unworn masks.
John Berger, Steps Toward A Small Theory of the Visible
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vampiresdontsleep · 2 years
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ON FRIENDSHIP, LOSS, & MOVING ON.
Anne Lamott // Edward Hopper - Automat // Robert Frost - This Week Magazine: September 1954, “Robert Frost’s Secret” by Ray Josephs // Raymond Chandler - The Longest Goodbye // funnyhowflowersdothat.co.uk - Mourning and the symbolism of flowers // John Berger - The Shape of a Pocket // Elsa Gidlow - Of a Certain Friendship // Edward Hopper - Morning Sun // Stephen Chbosky - The Perks of Being a Wallflower // Langston Hughes - Poem
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thoughtkick · 1 year
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closeness with a certain sum of shared experiences. Yet in reality total strangers, who will never say a single word to each other, can share an intimacy — an intimacy contained in the exchange of a glance, a nod of the head, a smile, a shrug of a shoulder. A closeness that lasts for minutes or for the duration of a song that is being listened to together. An agreement about life. An agreement without clauses. A conclusion spontaneously shared between the untold stories gathered around the song.
John Berger, Some Notes on Song
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