Zura Jishkariani
@dillatext
writer and artist. self-proclaimed mayor of Sukhumi. subtropical warchild. insta: dillatext
I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and the example of @saintsoftness encouraged me. At the link below is the second episode of TANAPHA, which I’ve decided to toss into the oblivion of the internet.



Be like the stars Burning, silent, scarcely seen. Answer them with a flame of your own. Be mute, and monstrously proud. Beyond the gleam of deserts, beyond the realm of snows, your books lie. There your sign, your beautiful, mourning flag, there, the seagulls cry out your deeds.
"Все было так же, как и до открытия Америки. На скалистых перевалах бандиты читали Спинозу, развалясь в тени своего ружья." "Everything was the same as before the discovery of America. On rocky mountain passes, bandits read Spinoza, lounging in the shadow of their rifles."
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sometimes, the internet produces great beauty... one man's life chronicled as a hand-written list of the >3000 books he read, published as a website by his sons to commemorate him: what-dan-read.com
Roland Barthes on St. John of the Cross, 𝘈 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 (translated by Richard Howard)
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“Silence, according to Western and Eastern tradition alike, is necessary for the emergence of persons.” - Ivan Illich
I accidentaly came an hour earlier - witnessed stressed students, arriving of examiners and found that spot that looks like mix of Di Chirico & Immortals of Borges)) In Tbilisi, it's not easy to keep track of what year it is, and that's a good thing for a writer.
O Hecate, I am sitting here - with a high temperature and absolutely not ready for tomorrow's exam in Philosophy but I hope the spirit of history will lead me to earn my bachelor's next year at 40, as a microhistorical necessity. It's such perfect timing that I feel like a poem.
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In Georgia’s Pankisi Valley, a sacred Sufi ritual of Zikr endures — led by elderly women, but chants may soon fall silent with no one left to follow. oc-media.org/the-last-women…
We are not superheroes who can endure bombing, displacement, death, and hunger. We are simply human beings like any other human being anywhere in the whole fucking world.
O Hecate, I am sitting here - with a high temperature and absolutely not ready for tomorrow's exam in Philosophy but I hope the spirit of history will lead me to earn my bachelor's next year at 40, as a microhistorical necessity. It's such perfect timing that I feel like a poem.
Here, in an Italian courtyard the sun looks older than in downtown. When Sumerians were dancing. An old neighbor woman says, “There’s no air.” In her voice, I hear the past’s alienness. My heart is as dark as the subtropical nightsky scratched by AK-47 bullets like falling stars.
"ბრინჯი ვიყავ, ქერობა რათ მინდოდა? ქორი ვიყავ, ძერობა რათ მინდოდა? ერი ვიყავ, მღვდელობა რათ მინდოდა? მოდი მითხარ, ბერობა რათ მინდოდა? ვგონებ ჩემის უბედურის დღისაგან არი. რომელს დავაბრალო, რისაგან არი? ეს საქმენი ჩემის ჭკვისაგან არი!"
"The world lasts but a moment. Why do you trust it?" Beloved 18th-century Armenian poet Sayat-Nova's rib-tickling serenades and playful chronicles come alive in translators Peter Orte and Murad Jalilov's brilliant update for contemporary English readers: tinyurl.com/2yrs6kbp
"because the key to the modern is hidden in the immemorial and the prehistoric" 🌠💀
"The contemporary is the one whose eyes are struck by the beam of darkness that comes from his own time... ...And to be contemporary means in this sense to return to a present where we have never been." - Agamben
"The contemporary is the one whose eyes are struck by the beam of darkness that comes from his own time... ...And to be contemporary means in this sense to return to a present where we have never been." - Agamben
When we lost the war, our government told us: 'Oops, sorry, you lost everything, but I can't give you a roof either - you are allowed to squat in any unused building.' My people did just that. But whenever a new business needs space, the police come and evict us onto the streets.
Four were detained as tensions flared in Tbilisi's east amid attempts by authorities to evict families from an apartment block that they claim is unsafe and illegally occupied. Locals fear eviction will leave many without a roof over their heads. civil.ge/archives/694108
How do you plan to reconcile with the Abkhazians when you have been treating your own refugees like pieces of shit for the last 30 years? My people are the most oppressed class in this country. Not even 6 months passed since Zamir set himself on fire, today ppl are still evicted.

"An open book is also night. I don’t know why, but those words I just said bring me to tears." - Marguerite Duras
"One must be stronger than oneself to approach writing; one must be stronger than what one is writing."


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It’s so hot in Tbilisi that the moment you try to form even a single thought, your brain starts to overheat and I think I'm about to reset to manufacturer settings.