INTERMISSIONS
works for a post-pandemic world.
anger, anxiety, and sorrow
tears & fears
GALLERY #2
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Closed: Faith
by Marina Intson
Trump's Cage by O. Yemi Tubi
AFRICAN'T Africans cannot say NO to exploitation by O. Yemi Tubi
The Big Apple by O. Yemi Tubi
A World Where We Can Breathe
by Müberra Bülbül
Istanbul, Turkey
I can't breathe among sick soul people
I'm drowning when the wicked hands touch me
They turned the world into trash
With their souls and left all their scum
I want to go to the light with all the people
No language no religion no race
There is only being human
All good hearts are needed to breathe
Maybe we light the darkness together
Our children are proud of us then
To create a world where we can breathe
Let's be one.
Hands Collage by Chelsea Brimstin
What The World Needs Now Is Love by Thalia Ranjbar
Singers: Rachel Lloyd and Robert Popoli
Musician: William Li
Song: What The World Needs- By Hal David and Burt Bacharach
Video editing: Grace Campbell
Cinematography: Drew Smith
Artists Featured: Thalia Ranjbar, Rachel Lloyd, Robert Popoli, William Li, Grace Campbell, Natalie Chevalier, Brent Miller, Drew Smith, Ava Conlon, Somayeh Kashi, Tatyana Austrie, Orlena Bray, Gabriel Sizeland, Sarah McMillan, Nolan Linskey, Charlotte Linskey, Keyan Conlon, Patrick Avery-Kenny, Ethan Butler, Jack Sizeland, Lisa Marie- Oliphant, Abigale Oliphant, Sahar Kashi, Ariana Ranjbar, Kora Farley- Smith.
Australian Sunsets by JessAmy Perkins
My Fair La Rona
by Danielle Solo
One month and fifteen days into the end of the world
I summon God to bitch about my love life.
I suppose I could be less selfish,
ask for a cure or something
but I quite like staying at home,
well stocked with Beckett and gin.
Maybe I’ll find a use for the rose quartz dick
I bought back in 2018, roast marshmallows
on the balcony with a bonfire fuelled by his boxers
as the students on the sidewalk below keep singing la rona, la rona
my fair la rona. I’d hate them for their ignorance, but I’m just as foolish.
Some things are never as bad as you think they’ll be until you see them up close.
I try to be useful, pick out new dominatrix prints for the kitchen
and watch Marriage Story for the seventeenth time,
as if that one scene will teach me how to trim my hair in the bathtub.
I tell myself that like John Oliver,
the only infection I’ll submit to
is Adam Driver Fever. I redirect all my mail,
take the garbage out at three am,
train my ears like a rabbit’s. I know the rumble
of my neighbours and their stolen shopping cart,
the voices that echo down the hall during Thursday’s dinner parties,
and the sound of him, slumped against the painted wood of the door
stuttering for air and apologies.
One of these days, I’ll stop reaching across the bed
for him as if he were keys in the dark.
The truth is, like the virus,
I am not afraid of him;
I’m just afraid of what he’ll do when he gets inside.
Lyrics
by David Matheson
So colour me in grey again
We both know I hate to make amends
But now it’s getting late again
I’m wide awake and missing my old friends
We were going to meet again
But I couldn’t care to call
Every spring I’ve ever known
So quickly turns to fall
Every second of mine is like a decade and
I just keep wondering, I keep wondering
When every night is another goodbye
I just keep wondering, I keep wondering
If only there was some way to save me
If only there was someone to blame
’Til there’s no-one to call cuz there’s no one at all
I just keep wondering, I keep wondering
I used to romanticize living alone
I’d find a place in the country
And I’d make it my home
I’d grow my own food in the garden
Live on books and beans
Disconnect from the internet
Now I think twice about how that seems
Every second of mine is like a decade and
I just keep wondering, I keep wondering
When every night is another goodbye
I just keep wondering, I keep wondering
If only there was some way to save me
If only there was someone to blame
’Til there’s no-one to call cuz there’s no one at all
I just keep wondering, I keep wondering
I can’t hide how I’m feeling tonight
I wish I could settle a life for you
I can’t hide how I’m feeling tonight
I wish I was somebody else sometimes
I keep having dreams again
Where there’s no-one left but me
And I spend my days on Instagram
In a never-ending feed
Wishing I was there with them
Wondering who they’d be
Then I look out at the open world
Wondering why me
Every second of mine is like a decade and
I just keep wondering, I keep wondering
When every night is another goodbye
I just keep wondering, I keep wondering
If only there was some way to save me
If only there was someone to blame
’Til there’s no-one to call cuz there’s no one at all
I just keep wondering, I keep wondering
Forever And A Day
by Jocelyn June
REMEMBER YOUR TRIP!
by Josette Joseph
Interracial war - in memory of George
by Tali Cohen Shabtai
By Jessica Pellicciotta
Mental Diarrhea by a Dude in Quarantine
by Mbayo Bona
A view from isolation
by Kelsey Dann
Sixty-seven and counting
by Eva Alie
Poetry
by Nadine Alaloul
The Poet Contemplates Death From Coronavirus
by Danielle Solo
Suffocating is no elegant death:
the kind of thing my mother predicted
as she packed up her oracle cards.
Your pancreas stopped when you were six.
By eighteen, you’ll be on dialysis.
You’ll die before you’re twenty.
I’d die a year late, but still pretty close.
By now I’ve made a game of cheating death,
marking each diaversary with skipped blood tests and spite.
I shouldn’t be bitter; it’s been a good run,
an extra fifteen years of living
with nothing to show for it.
I think of Orwell getting married on his deathbed,
being buried by my mother under the wrong name.
When the groceries get delivered, I practice
wrapping my mouth in a plastic sheet.
How did Keats write death? Something like sleep?
And Oscar Wilde, gasping for breath,
still finds time to bitch about the decor:
Either the wallpaper goes or I do.
Pandemic
by Jocelyn June
The clock ticking reminding me of every second that goes by.
Sinking into the couch once again thinking, what am I waiting for?
No ambition,
Lack of motivation,
The ideas are there,
But I honestly don't care.
What's the point?
I've lost my purpose.
Locked down hiding in the house undone.
Not worried about clothes fitting anymore.
Been a while since I've walked through my front door.
A smile seems false traveling through screen to screen.
So close yet so far longing to be seen.
Starting to talk to myself into distractions.
The moment I stop to stand still, my mind wonders.
Empty streets,
Restrictions laid down in concrete.
Never thought I’d experience a pandemic.
by Amelia Eqbal:
Oh the places you’ll go
How naïve it sounds now
- A eulogy for the class of 20200
Losing Track
by Becca Berri
by Sahar Salha
"Days not worth counting..."
by Ian Rutherford
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