ZeeshanJaanam

@zeeshanpathan.bsky.social

Columbia University trained poet & translator. MFA @Columbia. Author of The Minister of Disturbances (@DiodeEditions, '20) Former Poetry Editor @pestemagazine

Far from the tyrannical kingdom the yellow bird without wings counted its mangled hours. Maybe soon under the weight of its own corruption a detestable throne would fall. The wind whispered all around into the blighted air and the peasants rejoiced, one and all.

"The day is ours, the sun is ours, the fire within our hearts is ours. That day we stand hand in hand—our laughter is ours. Yesterday is ours, tomorrow is ours, to love in burning passion is ours. The longing we carry in our eyes—heart upon heart—is ours." —Sezen Aksu 🇹🇷

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Things are so ugly politically, so violent, so merciless, so frightening. I want to run towards poetry and song to escape. But I do think of those who cannot run anywhere. For whom there is no refuge.

According to the annual report of the Varieties of Democracy Institute at Gothenburg University: "The United States is no longer a democracy and is sliding towards autocracy faster than Hungary..." Just take that in today.