Marusya BociurkiwSister (Sestra)I will weep for you all these shredded hours of war.Apr 6, 2022Apr 6, 2022
Marusya BociurkiwOf Genocide, Popular Laughter, and Poetry“They fire as the crowd of women flees inside the nostrils of search lights. May God have a photograph of this… “ — from “Soldiers Aim at…Apr 3, 2022Apr 3, 2022
Marusya BociurkiwMarch 21: Of Villages, Archives and BelongingOne month of war.Apr 3, 2022Apr 3, 2022
Marusya BociurkiwMarch 16: Of Other WarsI take a day off from the news. The real world itself reappears. Strangely, it resembles a dream.Mar 30, 2022Mar 30, 2022
Marusya BociurkiwMarch 12:Of Music,Food and DiasporaI cannot bear to look at images of bombed streets any more.Mar 29, 2022Mar 29, 2022
Marusya BociurkiwMarch 11: Of Archives, and PalestineTeaching, in these dark days of war, is oddly sustaining, a place to make some sense of things. I weave Ukraine and war, into my lectures —…Mar 29, 2022Mar 29, 2022
Marusya BociurkiwMarch 10: Of Salamanders and the Moral WarMarch 9 2022 — from the blog, “Diaspora War Diary”, by Marusya Bociurkiw (marusyab.ca)Mar 29, 2022Mar 29, 2022