Back in June 2014, the Israel Attorney General authorized the use of torture against any Palestinian prisoner. A clear crime against humanity. Was there outrage? Not in this world. Here is a poem, for the Palestinian terrestrial soul. It’s title? No World. No World No world stands strongly by, No world will watch them die, No world will hear them cry.
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Flit. Dart, dance, scud, flicker. Flit. To rapidly move perhaps haphazardly from one thing to another. Flit. Slang for a homosexual from the 1950’s when that among men was hardly tolerated, among women was invisible and among both was totally misunderstood. Flit. A journey through the senses. Flit. A teenage heartbeat. Flit. A senior glow. Flit. A love poem. Flit. Flit Neurones fire, fall silent.
In many places today life, or at least death, is cheap. But even elsewhere as the years pass people close to you pass away. The emotions are similar no matter what the cause. Here is a very brief poem. Perhaps it will let you see that others, complete strangers, share similar feelings Ash Ash. Grey powder has no soul. Yet in the cask A thousand memories whirl Like clouds. Dark, boiling. Silver lined. A tear.
Under the umbrella of democracy, people in Australia are playing a game called Who killed the PM. Here’s a poem to help you get into the right mood for the game.The rules are very simple. Everyone and his dog is invited to say why the chosen leader of the Party that won the last election should not be the PM. Any reason will do; the more ridiculous you can make him look the better.
Last week a Tweet referred to one of my poems as being Anti-Semitic. The poem, I Close My Eyes, was first published on my news comment website. I am posting it here as part of my policy to put all my literature on one site. The poem is of course not Anti-Semitic. It was written when Israel had been indiscriminately bombing Gaza for seven days. Much worse was to come.
Australia has just announced the Australian of the Year. A woman who turned her grief into a campaign against violence behind closed doors. This is a poem for others who do not have a champion. They are the Un-Australians of the Year. In Australia, if you want to be totally ignored as a writer, a commentator, an historian, an observer, you write about asylum seekers. Few if any will read what you write.
The US kills with drones. Israel’s IDF targets young and old. IS kills. Bokor Harem kills, terrorists kill. Why? A poem for those who die and those who cry. And the rest of us who sit idly by. Shells Without a Soul Whence comes the thrill to kill Without the need to feed? To watch eyes glaze, Pupils dilate, Lungs deflate. A shell without a soul.
According to Charlie Hebdo’s lawyer, Richard Malka, the spirit behind the slogan Je suis Charlie is a recognition of the right to blaspheme. Whether the millions of people who have claimed a belief in that slogan are aware of that is a separate matter altogether. Where does an author or poet stand today if she/he wishes to include blasphemy in a story or a poem?
Professor Mazim Qumsiyeh is a director of an Institute for Biodiversity Research and of the new Palestine Museum of Natural History. I am privileged to receive a copy of a weekly email that he distributes. In his most recent email he included a link to some of the work of cartoonist Naji al-Ali who was assassinated in 1987. So, who was Naji al-Ali?
I am giving away twenty copies of my e-book Aeron. To celebrate the New Year. There is a slight catch. To qualify for the free book, you need to contact me via Goodreads and agree to write a Goodreads review once you have read the book. Here’s the URL of the Goodreads blog in which I make the actual offer. The book is available in three different formats, pdf mobi and epub, so there is no […]