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
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