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Kaleem Hawa has written about art, film, and literature for the New York Review of Books, The Nation, and Artforum, among others.



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Hating it Lush: On Tel Aviv

Essay

May 2023

Kaleem Hawa

Essay

May 2023

I   They made the desert bloom, tall sparkling towers and clean Bauhaus lines, and apple-ring acacias, and teal blue shuttle buses, and stock...

Poetry

Issue No. 28

Three poems from issue 28

Sarah Barnsley

Valzhyna Mort

Kaleem Hawa

Poetry

Issue No. 28

Valzhyna Mort, ‘Music for Girl’s Voice and Bison’   Sarah Barnsley, ‘Virginia Woolf Has Fallen Over’   Kaleem Hawa,...

Now, how to say it? One out of two, or two in one, or what? The Gamal sisters were identical To say, as people do, ‘They were like two peas in a pod’, the same age, the same height, and wearing, by choice, the same hairdo Moreover, they both must have weighed around one hundred and thirty pounds—let’s move into the present—: that is, from a certain distance: which one of them is which? One is the other, and the other sometimes denies it, though always secretly, of course, because this business of having a double can be vexatious, almost almost leech-like, but it’s their own fault, because with each passing year they try ever harder to emulate each other Their tics, gestures, and facial expressions, all the same, as if mirror images Do they ever grow weary of one another? Possibly, though if they did, their souls would be void The thing is: their sole importance has only ever been this similitude—a double meaning that just might be single   On the other hand: there are differences in the details Constitución Gamal has a sizable beauty mark just above her right shoulder blade, whereas the other doesn’t: her name is Gloria and she is the more subdued of the two, the observer, so This physical trait is easy to conceal: they wear clothes that cover that particular zone For their daily attire: in the morning, whoever gets to it first decides for both, chooses the colour and style, and the other simply consents There’s no discussion, no sudden whims   As for their personalities: one is discreet and the other a chatterbox, but this, too, can be managed: neither indulges excessively, as a rule And their names? They swap them—why shouldn’t they! Their daily activities: they are seamstresses, and such perfectionists Paltry, dullards What began as an innocuous pastime became the profession that took hold   Many years ago they set up shop here: in Ocampo: where they live without so much as a twinge of longing, confident that their daily and

Contributor

November 2019

Kaleem Hawa

Contributor

November 2019

Kaleem Hawa has written about art, film, and literature for the New York Review of Books, The Nation, and...

after Mahmoud Darwish    Why is a boy an exclamation,  and why are his dead a period?,  why do his sinews tighten when he sees  a Palestinian body? Does his vision narrow  because of their flight,  or because their world is raining with salt?  Why is a boy with a gun different  from a boy with a jail cell?,  if the tools of rupture are our arms for  repurposing the body, and the arms of  the state are our means of repurposing the male,  are we finally useful and breathing and nervous…?  Does the white mean Night’s arrival?,  or does night signal the white’s escape?,  and when that white city boy becomes  a White City man,  does the hate in his heart subside?,  or does it become an ellipses,  a Bauhaus history of stories started  and left unfinished 
You Arrive at A White Checkpoint and Emerge Unscathed

Prize Entry

November 2019

Kaleem Hawa


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Missing Footage

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Uneasy Lies the Head

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