‘58s’ with Ha Trang & Tam Do Poetry Performance 2024 Collective Donation Event For Palestine WATER HOPES Saigon Vietnam
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58s continues what has happened in Palestine through responses to two poems by two authors at two different times.
58s establishes unknown spaces from different realities, the displacement to live with sand, dust and water.
When it seems that nothing matters anymore or common sense does not make sense, hope is the only matter of survival.
Beyond the border of hope, any places can be home
flying pinky-ing home.
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things rooted in water but
is delimited
from water boundaries
from the river to the sea
from our land just
to farming
living together
from where
the body feel free?
Sometimes in the taste of bitterness and suffering, I forget where they come from, whether from myself or other sentient beings. The sweetest and coldest from where things are so-called art perhaps is to take a tiny courage to commit to the world even torturing it seems, feeling the heartbeat from those rocks, trees, leaves, veins, and flesh and blood from the air.
From here hope falls to the ground. We have hands, spreading the ritual of love, gathering the fragrance flow from the water to go further to the lands of freedom. From here, blurring the boundary brings peace back to the water. From here, forget the words to make wishes.
The request is hereby sent.
We spread hope by the ritual of love, sending our collective energy to the Earth through the water portal. Through our languages, we reach beyond the boundaries of good and bad, weaving a liberation that must come from different beings.
Encourage sharing, safety, and solidarity.
is delimited
from water boundaries
from the river to the sea
from our land just
to farming
living together
from where
the body feel free?
Sometimes in the taste of bitterness and suffering, I forget where they come from, whether from myself or other sentient beings. The sweetest and coldest from where things are so-called art perhaps is to take a tiny courage to commit to the world even torturing it seems, feeling the heartbeat from those rocks, trees, leaves, veins, and flesh and blood from the air.
From here hope falls to the ground. We have hands, spreading the ritual of love, gathering the fragrance flow from the water to go further to the lands of freedom. From here, blurring the boundary brings peace back to the water. From here, forget the words to make wishes.
The request is hereby sent.
We spread hope by the ritual of love, sending our collective energy to the Earth through the water portal. Through our languages, we reach beyond the boundaries of good and bad, weaving a liberation that must come from different beings.
Encourage sharing, safety, and solidarity.
58s continues what has happened in Palestine through responses to two poems by two authors at two different times.
58s establishes unknown spaces from different realities, the displacement to live with sand, dust and water.
When it seems that nothing matters anymore or common sense does not make sense, hope is the only matter of survival.
Beyond the border of hope, any places can be home
flying pinky-ing home.
Document by Triết và Yến
See more