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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,...

I am ill as I write this, a situation I attribute to taking public transport now that winter has arrived Instead of cycling – a kind of mobile hermeticism – I share Berlin’s warm and scarcely ventilated tube carriages with other bodies Moving through the city’s underground network as one unruly organism, we travellers constantly trade infections To pinpoint the initial point of origin – who or what made us sick, when, and if it could have been avoided – is a fruitless task Where would we even start? Everyone could be blamed, and also no one   Across the Western world, the bitter medicine of austerity is making many of us sick Depression and anxiety are commonplace, and thinking about the future often triggers a pervasive sense of dread Sickness Report (2018), an exhibition by Czech artist Barbara Kleinhamplová currently on show at Berlin’s SAVVY Contemporary, begins with the idea of a diseased public sphere The exhibition comprises a cinematic, dual-screen film of the same title, set at sea; video footage detailing the labour involved in ship production; an array of objects along a table – anti-depressant pills, bones and jigsaw pieces – that read like evidence; and three pseudo-corporate diagrams projected onto the gallery walls   The titular film unfolds aboard a small ship, and cuts intermittently to a medicine factory, where workers watch a crowd of pills hurtling down an assembly line Sitting on a bench made from a ship construction mould, I watch the onscreen vessel drift on a featureless expanse of sea The narrator, a male anthropologist, tells us that the ship is defective, as is its crew They have succumbed to a mysterious malaise known as the ‘Big Sickness’ Unable to navigate, they are now at the mercy of the tide, but they have begun to infect the surrounding waters On a nearby wall, a pair of projected diagrams shows another seafaring vessel Its parts have been fastidiously labelled, but by an economist, rather than a shipbuilder ‘Privatisation’ and ‘corporate spirit’ are written where hull and stern should be, while other components are labelled ‘productivity’, ‘medication’ and ‘gig-economy’

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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November 2013

I Can’t Stop Thinking Through What Other People Are Thinking

David Shields

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November 2013

Originally, feathers evolved to retain heat; later, they were repurposed for a means of flight. No one ever accuses...

poetry

Issue No. 3

Glow Me Out

Rikudah Potash

TR. Michael Casper

poetry

Issue No. 3

In the fiery cosmos Out of which you made             Timna Glow me in...

Art

June 2014

Opus

Charmian Griffin

Amanda Loomes

Art

June 2014

Bound with animal fat, milk, or blood, Roman concrete is hardened over time. Less water would ordinarily mean a...

 

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