Thursday, July 31, 2014


Tired of defending them like they were my own,
Tired of grieving them as if they were my kin;
I too am tired of seeing their bloodied faces on my screen.
They're not mine. I thought they were humanity's,
But there is no such thing. They're noone's.
Alone they passed through that gate,
Alone they moved beyond...
Beyond this world, beyond its ugliness,
And beyond ours.
May we never be forgiven; we unworthy of clemency.
May their wretched ghosts haunt us, we who watched on.
May their truncated lives curse ours; we deserve no better,
We who live on, as if they never happened.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014


: Of Hope III
when it’s all done
and the white foam pours forth
you’ll be telling me
that song we drew when
the grass was freshly mown
was embroidered into
your mother’s skirt.

I will turn
and absorb your face
like it was the last kite of summer
and together we will drip
like old wounds
at the back of the throat.
There will be nothing that night
but the bees that circled our heads
and a sigh that congealed
with a dream.

(Originally posted on February 25, 2005)

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

It Goes...

: Of Hope II
And so it goes…

Wayward it goes,
Forward it goes,
It goes…

Stumbling it goes,
Hurtling it goes,
It all goes…

And we remain,
Seated in our skins
Picking the remains of the sea from our teeth
Sipping the horizon like it never changes

And humming.
(Originally posted on May 6, 2005; re-posted on July 24, 2006)

Verso Books

Following suit of Verso Books, in response to what's happening in Gaza, I am offering my friends free downloads of e-books I got from Verso, as long as you promise to buy from Verso at some point something equivalent to the download's value to support this great publisher:

The e-books offered are the following:

9781781685617_holocaust_industry-max_141The Holocaust Industry by Norman G. Finkelstein
Controversial indictment of those who exploit the tragedy of the Holocaust for their own gain

Verso_978_1_84467_877_8_reflections_on_anti-semitism_cmyk_300-max_141Reflections on Anti-Semitism by Alain Badiou, Eric Hazan, et al.
Dissecting how facile accusations of "anti-Semitism" are used to stifle dissent.

9781844678686_hollow_land-max_141Hollow Land by Eyal Weizman
Acclaimed exploration of the political space created by Israel's colonial occupation

9781844674503_case-for-sanctions-max_141The Case for Sanctions Against Israel Edited by Audrea Lim
Ebook now available for download for free.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Mahmoud Darwish, "Memory for Forgetfulness" - محمود درويش، "ذاكرة للنسيان"

".ولكن ما نسيَت ان تفعله الخناجير البدائية فعلته الطائرات الحديثة التي لاتتوقف عن قصف البقاء البشري
 الى أين؟الى أين؟
 من مذبجة الى مجزرة يُساق شعبي ويتناسل في محطات الأنقاض. ويرفع شارة النصر ويرفع الأعراس
 أللقذيقة أحفاد؟..نحن 
أللشظية أجداد؟...نحن" 
محمود درويش، من ذاكرة للنسيان -

"But what the primitive daggers forgot to do is being done by fighter planes, which haven’t stopped shelling this human continuity.
Where’s all this leading? Where?
From massacre to slaughter have my people been led, and still they bring forth offspring in debris-filled stopping places, flash victory signs, and prepare wedding feasts.
Does a bomb have grandchildren? Us.
Does a piece of shrapnel have grandparents? Us."
-Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness


: Of Hope I
Take a deep breath.

Hold it
Until you can feel its green lime
Bite at the edges of your being.

Now release it
So far that you cannot tell
It was ever yours.

As required.

(Originally posted on May 8, 2005; re-posted on July 24, 2006)

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Comfortably Numb

: Of Grief IV
Stuff the slices down your throat
And choke on a smile
The end bounces off of a black screen

The line thins between the zenith and the abyss
He tells me my pain is only resistance
"Grieve!" he says, my agony does not suffice
Grieve loss upon loss until you are unaware of losses

Now it's their turn to fall from grace
From the stars, from above
And my turn to put them back up
Where they belong

My laughter sobs
And I become, I hope
comfortably numb

(Originally posted on Aug. 3, 2004; re-posted on July 24, 2006)

Saturday, July 26, 2014


: Of Grief III
One more night
tumble from grace:
I abandon my senses,
scatter over the gutters
and pray for sleep...

In corners dank and
pungent I find them,
lurking behind my smile.
Throw them across the horizon
that they may cease to be...

Why don't you come
out of your darkness?
Shine once more
like the dying sun!
I curl into a lie and roll...

They cry, but we never hear.
They recede further
into memory;
and in it we drown
behind them...

Do you hear screaming
when it's hoarse?
Do they still rise
like the moon
bloody and round?

(Originally posted on Aug. 1, 2004; re-posted  on July 24, 2006)

Friday, July 25, 2014


: Of Grief II
And now I grieve their lives
Like I grieved my grandmother
Piece by piece
I put them to rest
I kill them all over again
Just to make sure
They're no longer breathing.

And then I go to sleep...

(Originally posted Jul. 14, 2004; re-posted on July 24, 2006)

Thursday, July 24, 2014


: Of Grief I

(To Ahmad)

Like an autumn, Tired of the heat.
Like a streetlamp, Bored of its corner.
Cry, In every tear, A star, a name, a pair of eyes.
Cry, For us, Those who have dried.

(Originally posted Aug. 4, 2005; re-posted July 24, 2006)