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Can you imagine a land devastated, one without any remaining architecture? Can you imagine such a land composed and spoken entirely of sentences in a language so orderly, so lyric and so radiant that its refugees - though starving and otherwise defenseless - wander about (dancing, walking, loitering) without grief or resentment? “There are certain things impossible to take away,” these citizens will insist. “The construction of poetry, its edification is not only our bread and water. It is our architecture.” To the contrary, many among us, no matter the poetry, no matter the sentences, the songs - as though again ‘Eyeless in Gaza’ - come to nothing in wordless, appalled silence. As Israel destroys itself in horrific anger. from "Homeless Blankets - A Winter Series" on the blog, photographs et al, at: http://stephenvincent.net/blog/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&post=704