THE RECIPE
I found a recipe
to make
apple biscuits.
I had all
the ingredients:
the flour,
the eggs,
the apples,
the sugar.
I had all
the good intentions…
Arriving at home in time,
taking a warm shower,
preparing the biscuits in pajamas.
But I opened the news.
Just a quick
look,
a quick look.
It has been
two hours.
The dust
not that of flour
the shelling
not that of eggs
the cutting
not that of apples.
The sweetness
is all
gone.
The biscuits, the pajamas, the shower,
my home
smell of our blood.
A few days after I posted this poem on social media, someone close to me accused me of sensationalism. That it was not poetry. Poetry should not speak about those things.
Since then, I have heard the same or similar refrain again and again, every time we Palestinians tried to talk about Palestine.
In short, it sounds something like: Art should not be political. Education should not be political. Music should not be political. Family gatherings should not be political. Music should not be political. Journalism should not be political. TV should not be political. Sport should not be political. Politics should not be political.
I have heard that sentence all my life. A few times I even believed it in the name of some sort of lightness that was required from me. Oh come now, don’t be such a downer. Do not be so political!
We were entering the full brutality of the attack on Gaza and people wanted us to shut up. To die in silence. Not to upset them with our tragedy.... READ MORE https://thisweekinpalestine.com/palestine-is-poetry/
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