winds ablaze
music jeers with joy
glasses filled with spirits high
as the night turned into day
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
dead bodies
200 vs 2
Israeli torture vs Lebanese torture
think twice about Israel and Zionist backed American media
remember the pregnant women, children and others consciously bulldozed in their own homes in Palestine?
one of SO many terrorist attacks comited by Israel regularly.
if this s not a blatant example of some people's bodies (blood) being worth more than others then i don't know what is
Friday, July 11, 2008
that last day of peace in Lebanon
remembering brings a tear to my eye.
to think...
as i know of the thousands still suffering, still displaced from those 33 days
those still at struggle by the hand of injustice and that of silence
as i remember that morning only 10 days ago where i happened to be in the south of my country, awoken by the loudest sound i ever heard: a land mine explosion
the resonance of such a noise remains in my memory and allows for the question:
why was it put there?
breed hate?
ignorance?
a soldier doing 'his job'?
an accident?
i imagine had it been me there to set off the mine before the UN, MAG and other de-mining crews filled the south to clean our land infested by warS.
they came to remove:
the had-been destruction
the attempted deaths and the supposed marks of war.
the erasing of a people
the 'dirty Arab' only known now as terrorist and forgotten for all the discoveries and inventions attributed them
they risk their lives to save ours...even more brave than a bodyguard. they chose.
they know that what they land into every day and each morning could take off their arm, leg or wipe their bodies off this earth yet still they wake up and make way to their tents to their sites
excavators of weapons.
do you remember 2 years ago when there was still peace in Lebanon?
do you remember the people we told you filled our hotels and streets by july 11th
the excitement in the air of the newlywed couples and first time arriving husbands and wives
because i do.
i could never forget sharing these stories with you week after week
explaining 34 days of agony
only shared through sounds, deprivation and the television
because i was NOT there on the battlefield...they did not attack my home.
but thousands of others were and today they are mourning their sons, daughters, mothers, and brothers
the baby that once cried
we but our friends and loved ones, and our sea..they reminisce about the last day of peace upon them
to think...
as i know of the thousands still suffering, still displaced from those 33 days
those still at struggle by the hand of injustice and that of silence
as i remember that morning only 10 days ago where i happened to be in the south of my country, awoken by the loudest sound i ever heard: a land mine explosion
the resonance of such a noise remains in my memory and allows for the question:
why was it put there?
breed hate?
ignorance?
a soldier doing 'his job'?
an accident?
i imagine had it been me there to set off the mine before the UN, MAG and other de-mining crews filled the south to clean our land infested by warS.
they came to remove:
the had-been destruction
the attempted deaths and the supposed marks of war.
the erasing of a people
the 'dirty Arab' only known now as terrorist and forgotten for all the discoveries and inventions attributed them
they risk their lives to save ours...even more brave than a bodyguard. they chose.
they know that what they land into every day and each morning could take off their arm, leg or wipe their bodies off this earth yet still they wake up and make way to their tents to their sites
excavators of weapons.
do you remember 2 years ago when there was still peace in Lebanon?
do you remember the people we told you filled our hotels and streets by july 11th
the excitement in the air of the newlywed couples and first time arriving husbands and wives
because i do.
i could never forget sharing these stories with you week after week
explaining 34 days of agony
only shared through sounds, deprivation and the television
because i was NOT there on the battlefield...they did not attack my home.
but thousands of others were and today they are mourning their sons, daughters, mothers, and brothers
the baby that once cried
we but our friends and loved ones, and our sea..they reminisce about the last day of peace upon them
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
min Dermimas ilkom
there's a place i went to where the earth's aroma exudes by the crevices of our soles
when the sun rises and you are awoken by a land mine set off you are reminded of your peace of mind.
a place far from your imagination and near to the soil by your doorstep.
this was a home i visited from long times ago
a place ancestral to my family
hence charged with value of sorts
various forms of beauty ly within
from the traces of my great teta's footsetps to my jedo's marks on the kitchen drawers.
from Baba's plays and my amo's joys
Louisa the turtle when did she arrive?
here im riad made:
tomatoe paste,
apricot jam,
dried mint,
olives,
pickles,
teen,
sharab el tout,
bourgol,
+...
+...
all to be able to cook and make better meals...
that's natural and healthy eating if i ever heard of it;
not to mention...
the clothes worn on each one of their backs sewn by hand
then, with the leftovers, she knit the most lovely of all american style aghan blankets now faded from time's wear
yane nasheta hal mara kanet!
min Dermimas la mahal ma kintou
when the sun rises and you are awoken by a land mine set off you are reminded of your peace of mind.
a place far from your imagination and near to the soil by your doorstep.
this was a home i visited from long times ago
a place ancestral to my family
hence charged with value of sorts
various forms of beauty ly within
from the traces of my great teta's footsetps to my jedo's marks on the kitchen drawers.
from Baba's plays and my amo's joys
Louisa the turtle when did she arrive?
here im riad made:
tomatoe paste,
apricot jam,
dried mint,
olives,
pickles,
teen,
sharab el tout,
bourgol,
+...
+...
all to be able to cook and make better meals...
that's natural and healthy eating if i ever heard of it;
not to mention...
the clothes worn on each one of their backs sewn by hand
then, with the leftovers, she knit the most lovely of all american style aghan blankets now faded from time's wear
yane nasheta hal mara kanet!
min Dermimas la mahal ma kintou
Friday, June 20, 2008
simsmiyeh
his solemn face could not be ignored...his narrow frame
his tiny face
his crying eyes even before the tear escaped his tiny lashes
the boy was 12 at most
selling Lebanese sweetsnacks.
robbed of his childhood
robbed of his education
robbed of his proper health
and all of his pride
his tiny face
his crying eyes even before the tear escaped his tiny lashes
the boy was 12 at most
selling Lebanese sweetsnacks.
robbed of his childhood
robbed of his education
robbed of his proper health
and all of his pride
Friday, June 13, 2008
'my underwear is white' - an allegory
an art performance by yours truly
on friday may 30, june 6th and 13th at 5pm across from costa cafe on hamra street.
a 3 part series art performance piece in which i'll be walking through the sidewalks of hamra using it's ramps as much a physically possible. i will be on wheels that don't run on an engine or motor.
on friday may 30, june 6th and 13th at 5pm across from costa cafe on hamra street.
a 3 part series art performance piece in which i'll be walking through the sidewalks of hamra using it's ramps as much a physically possible. i will be on wheels that don't run on an engine or motor.
equal opportunities
Monday, June 9, 2008
air earth fire water
i could begin to express
i could begin to describe
i could...
...but
to do would be like stoping a river from flowing
it would be like stopping a bird from flying
it would be like a sky where the clouds never formed again
the sun never shone
to do so would be like an embryo growing with no womb
it would be like the child without play and the elderly without care
it would be like the passing of time with no moon
it would be as if the trees lost their branches
the soil its brown
and the flowers color
it would be life without breath and earth without water
to do so would be like mountains without a peak, a valley with no depth
it would be like a bush that had no shape
it would be like a dessert void of sand and the ocean with no fish
to do this would be as if water were ablaze, the earth were flat.
it would be like we were never ONE!
to do this would be an end
what is life with no love?
i could begin to describe
i could...
...but
to do would be like stoping a river from flowing
it would be like stopping a bird from flying
it would be like a sky where the clouds never formed again
the sun never shone
to do so would be like an embryo growing with no womb
it would be like the child without play and the elderly without care
it would be like the passing of time with no moon
it would be as if the trees lost their branches
the soil its brown
and the flowers color
it would be life without breath and earth without water
to do so would be like mountains without a peak, a valley with no depth
it would be like a bush that had no shape
it would be like a dessert void of sand and the ocean with no fish
to do this would be as if water were ablaze, the earth were flat.
it would be like we were never ONE!
to do this would be an end
what is life with no love?
Sunday, June 8, 2008
lifeguard
the lifeguard in jiyeh said that we can't go too far out into the rough sea becasue he would not be able to rescue us because he is from Dahiyeh and we are women.
WHAT THE FUCK?
WHAT THE FUCK?
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