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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,...

Hotel   The housekeeper has children living in town with her but her husband and relatives are in Somalia   A tiny woman in a striped sweater shivers while waiting for the elevator   Wealthy hippies next door: a British mother, probably in her early thirties, clad in a flower-pattern kimono robe and ankle-tie espadrilles She’s banging at the door; she’d gone shopping and now her baby’s nanny can’t hear her I let her use the phone in my room   The tall, lanky father wears loose-fitting shirts and a yoga bun The baby only cries during the day At night, one, or a few of them, open and shut the door noisily At times I hear more than two people, plus the baby, in the room   Room-service trays with half-eaten pieces of bread sit on the hall overnight and the morning after   On Sunday afternoon they eat at the poolside restaurant Later, the mother walks down the street with a strung-out fellow   The night before they leave, two champagne flutes on the room service tray sit for hours outside their door   A short guy in a red vest with a comb-over dyed dark brown takes tickets at the movie theatre A taller bearded blonde guy in a ponytail also wears the vest   An Eastern European housekeeper says she’s always hot when working   Three tipsy couples either coming down the elevator – or going up? – ask that their picture be taken before the door closes   The women at the gym enjoy talking to hotel guests at the fitness centre   A man carrying his fresh dry-cleaning complains about the slow elevator   A man carries bulky photo equipment and drags a console on wheels   A woman at the coffee bar admires my shoes ‘Comfortable,’ she says   The server can’t believe the cream that’s been sitting there all morning has turned It’s late September and it’s 97 degrees out   A friendly man on his way to the pool says he’s noticed that the pool’s fountain spews hot water   A teenager in tight pyjama shorts, flip-flops, and a tee sucks on a lollypop as she runs from the elevator to someone’s room She pounds on a door Someone who looks like her mother opens and tells

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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Editorial: a thousand witnesses are better than conscience

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The closure of any newspaper is a cause for sadness in any country that prides itself, as Britain does,...

fiction

March 2014

The Nothing on Which the Fire Depends

Micheline Aharonian Marcom

fiction

March 2014

Friday 9 November 2009   The coffee is lukewarm, but she doesn’t mind to drink it this way. She...

poetry

Issue No. 13

Morning, Noon & Night

Claire-Louise Bennett

poetry

Issue No. 13

Sometimes a banana with coffee is nice. It ought not to be too ripe – in fact there should...

 

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