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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,...

Hal stands in front of the screen On the screen the words GANDALF GOES EAST   GO EAST, types Hal   The cursor flashes   BILBO GOES EAST, the screen says   The cursor flashes   Another line of text appears: GANDALF GOES WEST, it says   Hal clenches his hands once, twice He cannot progress in the game without Gandalf GO WEST, he types   The cursor flashes   BILBO GOES WEST, the screen says   Ben comes into the room and walks over to Hal He reads the words on the screen from top to bottom:   GANDALF GOES EAST   GO EAST   BILBO GOES EAST   GANDALF GOES WEST   GO WEST   BILBO GOES WEST   GANDALF GOES EAST   Hal turns to Ben How are you? Hal says   Ben stares at the screen   Stay, says Ben   How are you? Hal says again He sounds uncertain   It’s ‘stay’ says Ben Type ‘stay,’ Hal   Hal types STAY   GANDALF ARRIVES!   The cursor flashes   GO WEST, types Hal He laughs and looks at Ben   BILBO GOES WEST read the words on the screen   Ben stares at Hal as the cursor flashes   Hal turns his back on Ben and goes to the window, a red smear of light He shields his eyes against the fleeing sun How are you? he asks A woman enters with a guitar, singing Hal and Ben go east, into their neighbours’ flat The woman follows, still singing Hal and Ben see their friend Michael asleep on the couch His mouth is hanging open, his body twisted, as if he has fallen from the sky Hal and Ben shout to wake him up Michael shouts back when he opens his eyes and sees them standing above him He was dreaming of murderers and for a moment these two are the people in his dream Then he notices the cushion Hal is holding tightly to his body, and he realises who they are   Hey, how’s it going? says Michael He rubs his eyes   How are you? Hal says, smiling   Ben moves away He stands beside the singing woman and pulls a face What’s all this singing about? he says The woman ignores him and shifts her voice into a higher register The song has arrived at a moment of tension The woman has tears on her face Ben regrets the way he spoke

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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Art

November 2015

None of this is Real

Anna Coatman

Art

November 2015

Rachel Maclean’s films are startlingly new and disturbingly familiar. Splicing fairy tales with reality television shows, tabloid stories, Disney...

Interview

Issue No. 4

Interview with Ahdaf Soueif

Jacques Testard

Interview

Issue No. 4

In 1999, Ahdaf Soueif’s second novel, The Map of Love, was shortlisted for the Booker Prize, eventually losing out...

Art

Issue No. 12

After After

Johanna Drucker

Art

Issue No. 12

So many things are ‘over’ now that all the post- and neo- prefixes are themselves suffering from fatigue. Even...

 

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