vol.12 / english/polskie
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March 12th 2021




Flokkar
Höfundar
  • Elínborg Harpa
  • Elinóra Guðmundsdóttir
  • Hildur Hjörvar
  • Lenya Rún Taha Karim
  • Eva Sigurðardóttir
  • Berglind Brá Jóhannsdóttir
  • Gyða Guðmundsdóttir
  • Steinunn Ólína Hafliðadóttir
  • Tinna Eik Rakelardóttir
  • Alda Lilja
  • Aldís Amah Hamilton
  • Alex Louka
  • Alexandra Dögg Steinþórsdóttir
  • Allsber
  • Alma Dóra Ríkarðsdóttir
  • Amanda Líf Fritzdóttir
  • Anna Helga Guðmundsdóttir
  • Anna Kristín Shumeeva
  • Anna Margrét Árnadóttir
  • Anna Stína Eyjólfsdóttir
  • Antirasistarnir
  • Ari Logn
  • Armando Garcia Teixeira
  • Ármann Garðar Teitsson, Derek T. Allen og Jonathan Wood
  • Ásbjörn Erlingsson
  • Ásgerður Heimisdóttir
  • Áslaug Vanessa Ólafsdóttir
  • Áslaug Ýr Hjartardóttir
  • Bergrún Adda Pálsdóttir
  • Bergrún Andradóttir
  • Birgitta Þórey Rúnarsdóttir
  • Birtingarmyndir
  • Bjargey Ólafsdóttir
  • Björgheiður Margrét Helgadóttir
  • Brynhildur Yrsa Valkyrja
  • Carmen og Neyta
  • Chanel Björk Sturludóttir
  • Daisy Wakefield
  • Derek T. Allen
  • Díana Katrín Þorsteinsdóttir
  • Díana Sjöfn Jóhannsdóttir
  • Donna Cruz
  • Elín Dögg Baldvinsdóttir
  • Elinóra Inga Sigurðardóttir
  • Elísabet Brynjarsdóttir
  • Elísabet Dröfn Kristjánsdóttir
  • Elísabet Rún
  • Embla Guðrúnar Ágústsdóttir
  • Eva Huld
  • Eva Lín Vilhjálmsdóttir
  • Eva Örk Árnadóttir Hafstein
  • Eydís Blöndal
  • Eyja Orradóttir
  • Fidas Pinto
  • Flokk till you drop
  • Freyja Haraldsdóttir
  • Glóey Þóra Eyjólfsdóttir
  • Guðný Guðmundsdóttir
  • Guðrún Svavarsdóttir
  • Gunnhildur Þórðardóttir
  • Halla Birgisdóttir
  • Halla Birgisdóttir, Viktoría Birgisdóttir og Gróa Rán Birgisdóttir
  • Harpa Rún Kristjánsdóttir
  • Heiða Dögg
  • Heiða Vigdís Sigfúsdóttir
  • Heiðdís Buzgò
  • Heiðrún Bjarnadóttir
  • Helga Lind Mar
  • Herdís Hlíf Þorvaldsdóttir
  • Hjördís Lára Hlíðberg
  • Hólmfríður María Bjarnardóttir
  • Hulda Sif Ásmundsdóttir
  • Indíana Rós
  • Inga Björk Margrétar Bjarnadóttir
  • Inga Hrönn Sigrúnardóttir
  • Ingibjörg Ruth Gulin
  • Io Alexa Sivertsen
  • Iona Sjöfn
  • Íris Ösp Sveinbjörnsdóttir
  • Isabel Alejandra Díaz
  • Ísold Halldórudóttir
  • Joav Devi
  • Johanna Van Schalkwyk
  • Jóna Kristjana Hólmgeirsdóttir
  • Jóna Þórey Pétursdóttir
  • Jonathan Wood og Nökkvi A.R. Jónsson
  • Karitas Mörtudóttir Bjarkadóttir
  • Karitas Sigvalda
  • Klara Óðinsdóttir
  • Klara Rosatti
  • Kona er nefnd
  • Kristín Hulda Gísladóttir
  • Kristrún Ásta Arnfinnsdóttir
  • Lára Kristín Sturludóttir
  • Lára Sigurðardóttir
  • Lilja Björk Jökulsdóttir
  • Linni / Pauline Kwast
  • Magnea Þuríður
  • Margeir Haraldsson
  • María Ólafsdóttir
  • Mars Proppé
  • Miriam Petra
  • Nadine Gaurino
  • Natan Jónsson
  • Nichole Leigh Mosty
  • Ólöf Rún Benediktsdóttir
  • Perla Hafþórsdóttir
  • Ragnar Freyr
  • Ragnhildur Þrastardóttir
  • Rakel Glytta Brandt
  • Rauða Regnhlífin
  • Rebekka Sif Stefánsdóttir
  • Rouley
  • Sanna Magdalena Mörtudóttir
  • Sara Höskuldsdóttir
  • Sara Mansour
  • Sarkany
  • Sema Erla Serdar
  • Sigrún Alua Ásgeirsdóttir
  • Sigrún Björnsdóttir
  • Sigrún Skaftadóttir
  • Sigurbjörg Björnsdóttir
  • Silja Björk
  • Silla Berg
  • Sjöfn Hauksdóttir
  • Sóla Þorsteinsdóttir
  • Sóley Hafsteinsdóttir
  • Sóley Tómasdóttir
  • Sólveig Daðadóttir
  • Stefanía dóttir Páls
  • Stefanía Emils
  • Steinunn Ása Sigurðardóttir
  • Steinunn Bragadóttir
  • Steinunn Radha
  • Steinunn Ýr Einarsdóttir
  • Sunna Ben
  • Sunneva Kristín Sigurðardóttir
  • Sylvía Jónsdóttir
  • Tara Margrét Vilhjálmsdóttir
  • Tayla Hassan
  • Theodóra Listalín
  • Tinna Haraldsdóttir
  • Una Hallgrímsdóttir
  • Ungar Athafnakonur / UAK
  • Unnur Gísladóttir
  • Valgerður Valur Hirst Baldurs
  • Vigdís Hafliðadóttir
  • Viktoría Birgisdóttir
  • William Divinagracia
  • Wincie Jóhannsdóttir
  • Ylfa Dögg Árnadóttir
  • Þorsteinn V. Einarsson
  • Þuríður Anna Sigurðardóttir






  • You followed your heart and thereby touched mine. Using words and courage. Your words reached to me. Full of courage that led me ahead. Your words had wings and lifted me up, leaving oppression and violence behind. Your words. Embodying your soul and pain, your spirit to fight and the determination to soar. Your wings were ready for take off and you offered your shoulders to carry us with you. To empower future generations, up and onwards.

    And I. At the end of the world. Where no-one planned to live. They sailed across the ocean seeking refuge from their own sins— escaping oppression. Only to find more cold, but a land to call home. And later, to become the oppressors and thieves themselves. 

    And that is how we forget, oh so quickly, where we come from and who we are. Dismissing those who seek asylum. Sending them back to the violence and terror. My heart is crying. I am they and they are I.

    Yes and I, here, having it all. Secure on the surface but the violence boiling underneath. The society. The uncertainty, the constant threat of brutality. When a woman is killed by domestic abuse I know. I know she is I, I am she.

    We are one. United. Chain under constant strain because we do not nurture the weakest links. We let the strongest break the bond — joints and bones, yes bones.

    But then I remember, because you gave me words that have wings. I was born to rise up, again and again. Your words gave me strength to keep my eyes on the road, to not look away.

    And I look the horror in the eye and I stare. And I see, us. We are we, you and I, me and you. We rise up. Higher and higher.

    And your words rise. They rise and lift us up.

    Thank you Maya Angelou

    Takk Maya Angelou.








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    Still I rise

    by Maya Angelou

    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may tread me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I’ll rise.

    Did you want to see me broken?
    Bowed head and lowered eyes?
    Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
    Weakened by my soulful cries.

    Does my haughtiness offend you?
    Don’t you take it awful hard
    ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
    Diggin’ in my own back yard.

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I’ll rise.

    Does my sexiness upset you?
    Does it come as a surprise
    That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
    At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history’s shame
    I rise
    Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
    I rise
    I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
    I rise
    Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
    I rise
    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
    I rise
    I rise
    I rise.





















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    Maya Angelou