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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,...

In total four kids die during the course of Permanent Green Light (2018), Dennis Cooper and Zac Farley’s second feature film as writer and director, which premiered at Rotterdam International Film Festival in January  The protagonist, Roman, is a French teenager planning his own spectacular suicide His preparation is concerned with finding the right mode to die, as if he were choosing the perfect filter for a selfie It can’t be too clichéd, too obvious, or too normal   Roman, is on the cusp of maturity – his hair is fluffy and his friends still have acne – and he spends most of his time in his bedroom re-watching explosion scenes with the volume turned to full, troubling his sister in the room next door As part of the planning process, he arranges to meet León, a calm but intense teenager who collects suicide vests ‘If only I could think of a reason’, she confides in him, days before she kills herself by jumping off a building Like León, Roman doesn’t have a reason either, but says he doesn’t need one His perspective brings to mind the writing of Franco ‘Bifo’ Berardi, whose 2015 book Heroes: Mass Murder and Suicide looks at spectacular suicide and murder-suicide as an ‘answer’ to the alienation and anxiety-inducing competition of capitalism   Permanent Green Light is indebted to Robert Bresson’s The Devil Probably (1977), which follows the trials of Charles, a young Parisian disillusioned after the student protests of 1968, as he defeats attempts by his friends, therapists and activists to dissuade him from suicide At first I didn’t realise the connection – perhaps I’d been distracted by the beauty of Cooper and Farley’s ripe young actors, caught in a love circle around an unreachable protagonist as he works out how to explode perfectly without leaving a trace – but it’s an obvious precursor   Throughout the film, Roman becomes a symbol of his friends’ unmet desire for him, resisting each of their attempts at closeness Some of the best lines land as he casually dismisses human intimacy (‘…you seem like you love me Which is nice but kind of weird’)

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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poetry

May 2011

Two Prose Poems From 'The Sacrifice of Abraham'

Alexander Nemser

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May 2011

The Rabbis   As the purple light of evening descended, women sang blessings over silver candelabra, and a group...

Art

October 2013

At the Tate Britain: Art Under Attack

Joe Moshenska

Art

October 2013

Iconoclasts have never known quite what to do with the ruined fragments that they leave behind. If we imagine...

poetry

Issue No. 19

Two Poems

Sophie Robinson

poetry

Issue No. 19

sweet sweet agency   the candy here is hard & filled & there is nothing i love more than...

 

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