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Kaleem Hawa

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,...

We’re prone to speak as if dreaming were either too much or nothing at all One person’s ‘dreamer’ is a radical, someone who’d storm an old order; another’s is irresponsible, their head in the clouds The Greek artist Sofia Stevi studies both kinds of dreamer In ‘turning forty winks into a decade’ at Gateshead’s BALTIC, her first solo show in the UK, scenes painted in Japanese ink on white cotton appear like snapshots from a nocturnal imagination Bodies arrive as disassembled parts, emerging and receding again through washes of vibrant colour The human figure is fragmented, distorted – you catch the shapes of noses, fingers, and breasts, as if they were on the move   The world of Stevi’s paintings is full of cartoonish gusts and brilliant flashes Take the bursts of air that swirl around the giant hand in just like honey (2016), as it gently pinches a fleshy ball The painting pleads for comic release: there are hints of honking noses and farting clouds But the humour is tempered by a suggestion of violence The fingernail looks sharp, and the balls recoil, tender to the touch   Stevi’s canvases, like good therapists, await your version of events (After all, dreams have a multiple logic; there’s no perfect way to describe how they look) The amorphous shapes in are we ever really in control (2017) and history is not kind (2016) could be human innards or wishbones, and the artist’s use of colour does little to clarify the tone: in the former, the contours are swamped by darkness, and in the latter, they line up proudly in pink Elsewhere, the uncertain moods of Stevi’s figures keep you guessing With foliage whipping around them, the sisterly bodies of lizzie & laura (2017) are conjoined in a boxy dress It’s open to the viewer as to whether they are caged by their outfits, or bound together by love   In mary’s pink (2017) a cluster of organic shapes occupy the interstice between tulips and cervixes, gesturing to the paintings of Georgia O’Keeffe Beside a bulb of garlic and a sharp knife in dinner in vienna I (2016),

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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Interview

February 2014

Interview with Lisa Dwan

Rosie Clarke

Interview

February 2014

In a city where even the night sky is a dull, starless grey, immersion in absolute darkness is a...

Interview

Issue No. 12

Interview with Yvonne Rainer

Orit Gat

Interview

Issue No. 12

TWO DAYS BEFORE WE WERE SCHEDULED TO MEET, Yvonne Rainer walked into the gallery I was looking after for...

fiction

September 2016

STILL MOVING

Lynne Tillman

fiction

September 2016

 I am bound more to my sentences the more you batter at me to follow you. – William Carlos...

 

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