“As a human rights activist, I know too well the unwavering determination needed to defend the rights of society’s most vulnerable and marginalised.
For many activists and human rights defenders, especially women, this struggle for freedom often comes with persecution, imprisonment, exile and political attacks.
As attacks on women human rights activists and defenders continue to rise, I think this is a perfect time to celebrate the women who have and continue to ‘Make It Happen’, who are champions for the freedom of others.
These women are fierce, courageous and inspire fear in the governments and groups that try to silence them.
Where Were You When The Lights Went Out (2013) Yemeni Artist SALWA ALERYANI
In this series, Salwa Aleryani collects electricity bills from her family and writes on them different verses from poems that reference light and darkness, literal or metaphorical, seeking to criticize the current blackouts and lack of electricity Yemen is experiencing at a time when they are producing more than sufficient energy resources. From this, she tries to understand how that darkness affects ones emotions and mental state, since one can predict that without electricity an individual is left in a state of active discovery rather than mere a routine. Even in darkness and stillness ones mind is always occupied with thoughts that allows them to reflect and ponder. In addition, she also tries to reflect on the value of those two outlets; electricity and poetry, and how much they shape our perceptions of darkness and guidance, if one is to think of light as guidance. In these two samples, the artist chose verses from Mahmoud Darwish(top and middle) and Wallace Stevens (bottom) .
However, Salwa makes me angry cause in the first episode she claims to be as country as it gets, but I can’t tell you of a country girl I know that goes in the middle of a field in high heels to shoot a gun. Just sayin.
Sono solo corpo, lo so,
non possiedo nient’altro.
Il mio corpo è la mia intelligenza
la mia consapevolezza,
l mio sapere.
Chi desidera il mio corpo mi ama.
Chi ama il mio corpo mi desidera.
Questo è il solo amore che conosco,
tutto il resto è letteratura.