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In fact the mask fell long time ago ...

"Nothing impresses me ..."

A passenger on the bus says… Nothing impresses me. Not the radio, the morning newspapers, Or the fortresses on hills. I long for a weep. The bus driver says: Wait until we reach the station,  And weep alone as you can. A lady says: Me too. Nothing impresses me. I spoiled my son upon my grave, He enjoyed it and slept without saying goodbye. A university student says: Me neither. Nothing impresses me. I studied archeology without finding An identity in stones. Am I really me? A solider says: Me too.  Nothing impresses me. I guard a ghost that always haunts me. The angry driver replies:  We are close to our last stop,  Get ready to leave. They scream:  We want what is beyond the station, so go. As for me, I say: Drop me here.  I am like them, nothing impresses me. But I am tired from traveling.  —Mahmoud Darwish
Here we shall remain, a wall upon your chests, And in your throats A sliver of glass, a cactus thorn; In your eyes A fiery storm (…) We will guard the shade of our fig and olive trees, Implant thoughts that will grow like yeast in dough. (…) A burning hell rages in our hearts, The walls of the tank: on Palestinian resistance
Sullenly clenching His embalmed fists, He peered through a crack, Just pretending to be dead. He wanted to remember all those Who carried him out. I turn to our government with a plea: To double, And triple the guard at the grave site So Stalin does not rise again, And with Stalin, the past. And later, the main point of the poem: We removed Him From the mausoleum. But how do we remove Stalin From Stalin’s heirs? — Yevgeny Yevtushenko
“I unhesitatingly identify myself with the just cause and the pain of those whom the state of Israel (and cousins of mine) are afflicting to a degree that is tragically totalitarian.” —  writer and art critic John Berger A story-teller and a friend of Palestine

25 May 2008

Sunday between noon and 1pm (GMT) 104.4 FM (London) or http://www.resonancefm.com/ worldwide In The Myths of Zionism John Rose shows how "Zionism, a powerful political force, is based in mythology; ancient, medieval and modern. Rose argues that, as Zionism is a living political force, these myths have been used to justify very real and political ends – namely, the expulsion and continuing persecution of the Palestinians." Pakistan - "unravelling of the democratic farce." Mai Ghossoub (1952-2007): Anti-establishment, anti-war, ardently feminist and a lover of literature, art, jazz and belly dancing, she became an internationally acc­laimed writer, playwright, poet and sculptress.