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editorial
IMRAAN COOVADIA
Living with sorcerers
ZEINAB SHAATH
The Urgent Call of Palestine
ALLAN BOESAK
“HOW LONG FOR PALESTINE?”
MAKHOSINI MGITYWA
The Crux of the Matter
MALAIKA MAHLATSI
On the genocide in Palestine and the death of academic freedom and democracy in Western universities
BRANKO MARCETIC
Israel’s Gaza War Is One of History’s Worst Crimes Ever
CHRIS HEDGES
American Sadism
ARYAN KAGANOF
On Power and Powerlessness: Genocide in Gaza Through the Lens of Afropessimism and Decay Studies
MICHAEL SFARD
We Israelis Are Part of a Mafia Crime Family. It's Our Job to Fight Against It From Within
Theme Gaza
ZEENAT ADAM
Gaza and the Graveyard of Excuses
MAHMOUD AL SHABRAWI
Writing Between Fear and Survival
GOODENOUGH MASHEGO
Why I can’t condemn October 7
GARTH ERASMUS
Lamentations for GAZA
SALIM VALLY and ROSHAN DADOO
Africa’s strong bonds to Palestine
ZUKISWA WANNER
A Common Humanity
MUHAMMAD OMARUDDIN (DON MATTERA)
A Song for Palestine
TSHEPO MADLINGOZI
Ilizwe Lifile/Nakba: Le-fatshe & Crises of Constitution in (Neo)Settler Colonies
SINDRE BANGSTAD
Palestine, Israel and academic freedom in South Africa
GWEN ANSELL
Resistance music – a mirror reflecting truth; a hammer forging solidarity
FMFP (FREE MUSIC FREE PALESTINE)
Listening as an anti-colonial way of engaging
ATIYYAH KHAN
A movement against silencing: What the genocide in Palestine has taught us about journalism
ASHRAF HENDRICKS
Visual Memoirs of Solidarity with Palestine in Cape Town
ATIYYAH KHAN
GAZA: Where wearing a PRESS vest is a death sentence
VISUAL INTIFADA
NARRATIVE REPAIR
SHARI MALULEKE
A Prayer to the Olive Tree
THANDI GAMEDZE
Jesus of Occupied Palestine
NATHI NGUBANE
MALCOLM X IN GAZA
MARIAM JOOMA ÇARIKCI
The dark side of the rainbow: How Apartheid South Africa and Zionism found comfort in post-94 rhetoric
CRAIG MOKHIBER
The ICJ finds that BDS is not merely a right, but an obligation
ROSHAN DADOO
South African coal fuels a genocide: BOYCOTT GLENCORE NOW
IMĀN ZANELE OMAR
From the ground
DEAN HUTTON
Who would you be under Apartheid?
galleri
SÍONA O’CONNELL
Keys to Nowhere
SAMAR HUSSAINI
The Palette of Tradition and other, earlier works
SLOVO MAMPHAGA
Chronology of the Now
DEON MAAS
The Resistance
OLU OGUIBE
A Brief Statement on Art and Genocide
CANDICE BREITZ
8 may 2025 Berlin
ADLI YACUBI
A Moment Is On Its Way
TRACEY ROSE
If Hitler Was A Girl Who Went To Art School (2024-2025)
borborygmus
CHARLES LEONARD
Zeinab Shaath : the famous Teta
THE ALDANO COLLECTIVE
Withold
DIMA ORSHO
Excerpts from Half Moon, a film by Frank Scheffer
GARTH ERASMUS
Where is God?
LOWKEY FEATURING MAI KHALIL
Palestine Will Never Die
CHRIS THURMAN
Intertexts for Gaza (or, Thirteen ways of looking past a genocide)
KEENAN AHRENDS
The Wandering Dancer
NATHAN TRANTRAAL
‘D’ is vi destruction
INSURRECTIONS ENSEMBLE
Let Me Lie To You
RODRIGO KARMY BOLTON
Palestine’s Lessons for the Left: Theses for a Poetics of the Earth
MARYAM ABBASI
Drums, Incense, and the Unseen
frictions
HIBA ABU NADA
Not Just Passing
NICHOLAS MIRZOEFF
The Visible and the Unspeakable (For Mahmoud Khalil)
MPHUTLANE WA BOFELO
Before You Kill Them
ABIGAIL GEORGE
4 Struggle Songs for Palestine
MIKE VAN GRAAN
4 Poems for Gaza
EUGENE SKEEF
To The Demise of War Mongers (a suite for the people of GAZA).
ALLAN KOLSKI HORWITZ
Gaza: two poems
MALIKA LUEEN NDLOVU
At the end of a thread, holding my breath, beading
NGOMA HILL
From the River to the Sea
JESÚS SEPÚLVEDA
Gaza 2024
ARYAN KAGANOF
GAZA (body double)
VONANI BILA
Under Rubble
JACKSON MAC LOWE
Social Significance
FRANK MEINTJIES
5 poems from A Place to night in
DIANA FERRUS
Burdened man
claque
FINN DANIELS-YEOMANS
‘If Cannes did not want to go to Gaza, Gaza had to go to Cannes’: Institutional Censorship at Film Festivals post-October 7.
FRANK MEINTJIES
Abigail George’s SONGS FOR PALESTINE - "struggle poems" in an age of livestreamed genocicde
PHILLIPPA YAA DE VILLIERS
ukuphelezela and Nida Younis’ Two Bodies/Zwei Korper
RUTH MARGALIT
Writing the Nakba in Hebrew
NATHAN TRANTRAAL
Ons is gevangenes van dit wat ons liefhet: Magmoed Darwiesj gedigte in Afrikaans
HEIN WILLEMSE
Frank Meintjies: a mature poet, intellectually astute with a refined social, political and ecological consciousness
M. SOGA MLANDU
'Tell Them I Am Dead’: Sithembele Isaac Xhegwana’s Dark Lines of History
NIKLAS ZIMMER
Détourning the cut
ekaya
LYNTHIA JULIUS
I believe the children for the future
JENNIFER KESTIS FERGUSON
Nikita
CHERYL DAMON
No Ordinary Rage
SKHUMBUZO PHAKATHI
Don’t forget Phila Ndwandwe
INGRID ORIT HURWITZ
SHATTERED
STEVEN ROBINS
The blindspots of Zionist history and the ‘ancient scripts’ of primordial Jewish victimhood
LIESL JOBSON
Sorrowful Mysteries
herri
Towards a Preliminary Archaeology of herri
off the record
STEPHEN CLINGMAN
The Voices in My Head: Reflections on South Africa, Israel, Palestine, Gaza
ANNI KANAFANI
Ghassan Kanafani
FILMS
by Palestinian Women
STEVEN ROBINS
Re-reading Jabotinsky’s The Iron Wall in the time of genocide in Gaza.
JANNIKE BERGH in conversation with HAIDAR EID
Even Ghosts Weep in Gaza
ASHRAF KAGEE
Three friends in Gaza
AMIRA HASS
"Resist the Normalization of Evil": On Palestine and Journalism
GEORGE KING
Fields, Forests and Fakery: ‘Green Colonialism’ in Palestine
HEIDI GRUNEBAUM
The Village Under the Forest
MEIR KAHANE
Jewish Terror: A JEWISH STATE VERSUS WESTERN DEMOCRACY
FRANK ARMSTRONG
Ireland and Palestine: A Crucial Vote Awaits
NIKHIL SINGH
The Siege of Gaza 332 BC
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DENIS EKPO
1 April 2025
DEON-SIMPHIWE SKADE
23 March 2025
LIZ SAVAGE
10 January 2025
CEDRIK FERMONT
10 August 2024
AZSACRA ZARATHUSTRA
6 August 2024
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Power in Relation to Life and Death: Israel's genocide in Gaza
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ALLAN KOLSKI HORWITZ

Gaza: two poems

THE FINAL SOLUTION: THE FINAL SLAUGHTER

Herded from burnt villages
herded into The Strip
herded again from newly ruined cities
to bare beaches where they lie on sand
rest before the next wave
of bombs
people are herded
all combatants civilians
all civilians combatants
the herders destroy them
herding from ruin to ruin
resistance resisted
with wave after wave
of bombs
herded because guilty
of thinking they exist
they persist in wanting
to resist
herds march south through the ruins
north through the ruins
from pillar of salt
to pillar of fire the fire
feeding on fire
herds moving lines and lines moving
across the Strip
across the ruins of the Strip
and there at the edges of the Strip
those who prophesy
ruin for the hard men
who rain fire on cities resist
the prophets resist
at the gates of the ruined cities
prophets full of fear
full of sorrow
full of hate for the hard men
they prophesy
slaughter
herds slaughtered day and night
fire raining
all smoke
all crying
still
the hard men resist
resist
the cries for regard for mercy
rain fire
across the Strip
rust the keys of dead houses
dry the last drop of oil
watch the last grape wither
the herds unheard
ashes and lamentation
the hard herders smell victory in the rotting corpses
the prophets sing histories
that no longer echo
words thrown back
with the thrust of the sword
engraving their foreheads
with the blood of Cain
prophets wander in the ruins burning
with pity and righteous anger
for no angel
greets the souls of those who resisted
while destroyers kiss their swords
and blood reddens the beach
the civilians are many
the combatants limitless
unlimited tears of rage
oh herders destroyers
will there be no end to our slaughter?
cry the ruined cities
the hungering herds made mute
shuffling through the ruins
as night after night
day following day
the Elders with top ranking
in the Fortune 500
buy presidents in the towering empires
the sullied democracies
the corrupted autocracies
they pay presidents to burn the cities
trample the children
but Gaza
lives as it dies
vowing to reclaim its history
rebuild
Gaza once taken in chains to Sinai
Gaza will again carve the Tablets
suffer the agony of Moses and the manger Christ
the right-seeking Mahomet

And me?
may I look away from the blazing tablets?
the puppets
the dancing hordes
the foaming lips of those
who lay waste to the last of the ruins?
the two triangled flag of the Hebrews
blue star upon blue star
against the white of the heavens
oh Shelah
speak
speak to these destroyers
speak to those who hate life
but if you stay silent
I will voice you
walk your truth
try to check the power of their blood lust
I will leave the cool shade under my vine
and live in the ruins
I descendant of the Shelah
and the Shoah
I cannot turn my face
cannot turn my feet away
I must witness and hold
up a mirror
bring down fury upon the herders
and their final solution their final slaughter

FOOD BOMBS

Asleep when the bombs came
The bombs took his mother and father
His brother and sister
His aunt and uncle
His nephew his niece
The bombs came and did not leave
They did not leave with the little boy
They left the little boy
Under the rubble

So the little boy remains without his mother and father
His brother and sister
His uncle his aunt
His grandmother
The bombs came and took them and did not leave
The bombs live with him in the rubble
They stay with the shredded limbs
The dead eyes and the severed necks
Of his mother and father
His aunts and his uncles

The bombs live under the rubble
The little boy goes to sleep with the bombs
And in the morning after he wakes in the rubble
He goes walking because he is hungry
Still hungry for living

And the little boy hears noises above
Hears people screaming below:
Food!
Food parcels! No need to be hungry!
And he runs following the people

And while he is hungry and running
The air fills with the airdrop
The air above dripping with food parcels
The air thick with the goodness of those
who also provide bombs for the bombers

And the little boy opens his arms
He is hungry
And the food parcels drop from on high like the kisses of God
Who loves little boys and wants them to eat
And never be hungry

The food parcels drop for the little boy
No more bombs now only food parcels
No more dying mothers and fathers
Only bags and tins of food
For the hungry

And the little boy opens his arms for the food
Thank you thank you God who loves little boys
And the food parcels drop like the bombs dropped
From high

The food parcel bombs drop onto the hungry boy
They drop till he lies crushed in the rubble
Those kisses of God for a terrorist

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