Tenth World Press Photo award for Jodi Bieber

Portrait for Time Magazine is named photo of 2010.

An image captured by South African photographer Jodi Bieber has been named World Press Photo of 2010. The picture, of Bibi Aisha from Oruzugan Province, Afghanistan, featured on the 1 August cover of Time magazine. The photo also won first prize in the Portraits Singles competition. It depicts the 18-year-old Aisha before she underwent surgery to reconstruct nose and ears which had been sliced off by her husband, who was enforcing a Taliban-administered verdict.

A special mention was made of photographs taken by the Chilean miners who were trapped underground for 69 days in 2010.

Commenting on the series of 12 photos, jury member Abir Abdullah said: "[I]t brings us into a new era that challenges professionals, and this is a good example of a photo from a place where a photojournalist could not possibly have been."

The exhibition will first be shown in Oude Kerk in Amsterdam, from 22 April, before commencing a worldwide tour. A full list of competition winners in all categories can be found on the World Press Photo website.

Jodi Bieber's series "Real Beauty" will be shown as part of the Victoria & Albert Museum's forthcoming exhibition "Figures and Fictions: Contemporary South African Photography", which opens in April.

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On Wheels

A new poem by Patrick Mackie

The hills swarm and soften towards the end of the day just as
flames do in a fireplace as the evening
loosens and breaks open and lets out night.
A nasty, grotesque, impatient year ended,
and the new one will be bitter,
tired, opaque. Words wrangle in every inch of air,
their mouths wide open in stupid shock
at what they have just heard every time they hear anything. Venus,
though, blazes with heavy wobbles of albeit frozen
light. Brecht, who I like to call my
brother just as he called Shelley his,
has a short late poem where he sits by a roadside, waiting
while someone changes the wheel on his car,
watching with impatience, despite not liking
either the place that he is coming from or
the place that he is going to. We call it
connectivity when in truth it is just aggression
and imitation writ ever larger. Poems, though,
are forms of infinite and wry but also briskly
impatient patience. Brecht’s poem seems to end,
for instance, almost before you
can read it. It wheels. The goddess is just a big, bright
wilderness but then soon enough she clothes
herself again in the openness of night and I lose her.

Patrick Mackie’s latest collection, The Further Adventures Of The Lives Of The Saints, is published by CB Editions.

This article first appeared in the 18 May 2017 issue of the New Statesman, Age of Lies

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