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Nora Heysen
Nora Heysen Australian 1911–2003 A vase of flowers c. 1940 oil on canvas Geelong Gallery JH McPhillimy Bequest Fund, 1944 ©Lou Klepac
Nora Heysen A vase of flowers c. 1940 | Geelong Gallery
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Under the summer sun, Palestine. 1935
Under the summer sun, Palestine. 1935, 86×71 cm by Konstantin Ivanovich Gorbatov: History, Analysis & Facts | Arthive
Style of art: Realism
Technique: Oil
Materials: Canvas
Size: 71×86 cm
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#Cairo, #Egypt by
Doaa Adel
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Survivors of The Sinai Express : European Exiles In Egypt (1944)
Photographs of Croats who fled the Germans for the heat and dust of Egypt Survivors of The Sinai Express : European Exiles In Egypt (1944) - Flashbak
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John Pilger's 'The War You Don't See' (2011) is a powerful and timely investigation into the media's role in war, tracing the history of 'embedded' and independent reporting from the carnage of World War One to the destruction of Hiroshima, and from the invasion of Vietnam to the current war in Afghanistan and disaster in Iraq. As weapons and propaganda become even more sophisticated, the nature of war is developing into an 'electronic battlefield' in which journalists play a key role, and civilians are the victims. But who is the real enemy?
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Nasser Rabah Translated by Wiam El-Tamami Grief is cheap; death a worn-out horse; the hospitals heaving with the calls of the drowned. Who will listen to me tell the story of Amjad? Who will give me their heart — and a moment of silence? I tried to tell the driver. He pulled photos of a stream of tears out of his shirt pocket. The limbs and remains of his loved ones went flying. Oh no — he chased after them — Hamada’s legs, Suad’s dreams… I tried to tell the hawkers. We’re just selling things — they replied — exchanging people’s sorrows for fake papers and poisoned tales. The market is full of slaughtered birds walking around, just like you. I headed back to my neighbor. He has a brother working in television, and his brother has one son. Both were pronounced dead on the evening news. Ashamed, I left without asking him. I went to see Mounir, who works at the bakery. I found his home full of neighbors, pouring coffee at his memorial: Mounir the baker is dead. I hurried over to Mazen, the history teacher. I heaved a sigh of relief when I found him. Oh, thank God, you’re alive. Have you lost any loved ones? He said no, but Huda’s feet have been amputated, Nahil needs urgent treatment abroad, and Mahmoud has been missing for months. What about you — what’s wrong? he asked. Nothing, I replied. There’s just no history without geography. Grief is cheap; death a worn-out horse; the hospitals heaving with the calls of the drowned.  Who will listen to me tell the story of Amjad? Who will give me their heart — and a moment of silence? Who will listen to me say: He was my closest friend. When I look into the mirror, I see you laughing. Amjad? Which one of us was closer to the other? You would visit one house after another, passing around sweet dates of joy. You would come back to leave your tears in the palm of my hand. What’s wrong? Nothing. Just tired. In every place you left behind, your palm trees are growing, rising, reaching out for God. For ten years you were the closest one to me; I was the closest one to you. And I never asked you: What’s that scar on your forehead? And you never asked me: What’s that opulent wound on your neck? We passed over all the wounds of a lifetime without a word. It was enough for us to walk together, Amjad, and to keep walking. We were like a victory sign held up in the face of exhaustion. What has become of it now? Grief is cheap; death a worn-out horse; the hospitals heaving with the calls of the drowned. Nasser Rabah is Palestinian poet and novelist. He has published five poetry collections and two novels. New Poetry by Nasser Rabah: ‘Amjad’ – ARABLIT & ARABLIT QUARTERLY
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حرق أهالي الطيرة أحياء في العام 1948 جرائم الحرب الإسرائيلية
سلم الحراس هذه المجموعة إلى حراس يهود من مستعمرة قريبة (اتضح أنها مركز شرطة احتله اليهود، وكانت قبعاتهم تماثل قبعات الشرطة)·. اشتد العطش بالأهالي بعد يوم طويل من السفر في رمضان، فطلبوا ماء ليشربوا فطلبوا منهم الانتظار، بعد قليل عادوا بغالونات من البنزين وصبوه على الأهالي الجالسين على صررهم وعلى الحصاد الجاف حولهم، أشعلوا فيهم النيران، وتركوهم يحترقون، وأطلقوا النار عندما حاول بعضهم الهرب·.
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حرق أهالي الطيرة أحياء في العام 1948: جرائم الحرب الإسرائيلية - طيرة حيفا - الطيرة نت (alteerah.net)
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"THEY'RE EATING THE DOGS"
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Porteurs d'eau
Porteurs d'eau en Afrique circa 1930. (Photo by Keystone-France\Gamma-Rapho via Getty Images)
ناقلات المياه في أفريقيا حوالي عام 1930.
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Not In Gaza - Martin Leahy
Not In Gaza was written after I attended a talk in Cork City given by the surgeon Nick Maynard who had recently returned from working in Gaza. The account he gave of what he witnessed was harrowing. The song is also a collaboration with Cork Health Care Workers For Palestine who march every Saturday in Cork City and the words of their powerful chants are included on this track. Hind Rajab was a six year old Palestinian girl who was killed by Israeli forces along with six of her family members and the two paramedics who were coming to her rescue. Hind and her family were fleeing Gaza City when their vehicle was attacked killing her Aunt, Uncle and cousins. Hind was stranded in the vehicle for hours on the phone to the Palestine Red Crescent Society (PRCS) as paramedics attempted to get to her and rescue her. Both Hind and the paramedics were killed by Israeli forces and found on 10th of February 2024. An excerpt from her last call to the PRCS is included at the end of the track. It must be remembered what was done to Hind and her family and what her last terrifying moments of life were like on this earth. It also gives us an insight into what the last moments are like for the ten of thousands of children who have been and are being killed every day by Israel. The very powerful artwork in the video was created for this track by Cork artist Niamh Leonard.  She has titled the piece ‘Big Man’ Credits: Video – Niamh Leonard. Vocals, all instruments, recording and production by Martin Leahy.
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Israel demolishes Palestinian homes | إسرائيل تهدم منازل الفلسطيين
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Israel demolishes Palestinian homes | إسرائيل تهدم منازل الفلسطيين
Israel demolishes residential buildings in occupied West Bank
جرافات الاحتلال تهدم مباني سكنية فلسطينية في مناطق مختلفة من الضفة المحتلة
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Helmi El Touni (Upper Egypt, b.1934-d 2024) is a modern and contemporary artist who graduated from the Faculty of Fine Arts, Cairo University, in 1968 with a specific focus in scenography, depicted in his thesis project.
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John Pilger’s 1962 Baby Hermes typewriter
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“We must force ourselves to look,” wrote Julian Reichelt, editor in chief of bild.de. “Without pictures the world would be more ignorant, the needy even more invisible, more lost. … Photographs are the screams of the world.” How Newsrooms Handle Graphic Images of Violence - Nieman Reports
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Part 10 of art performance titled: "Most moral army in the world"
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 Helen LaFrance (1919-2020)
“Mom used to hold my hand and help me to draw things,” LaFrance said in a news release celebrating her 100th birthday last year.
Her first work was a large gray rabbit painted in watercolors on the back of a piece of wallpaper, according to a bio on the website of the Kentucky Commission on Human Rights.
Still, she did not begin painting her well-known “memory paintings” full time until 1986, when she was in her late 60s.
Lot 189: Helen LaFrance painting, Circus Parade | Case Auctions (caseantiques.com)
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