Under Deconstruction!
So resistance is inevitable. It might sound as if I am talking mottos or slogans but I hope this blog will be a space where such issues be dealt with deeply and most importantly a space of deconstruction, where "things" are never taken for granted.
But since I am obsessed with poetry, precisely romantic Arabic poetry [Ghazal], let me start by a poem I wrote that reveals my inner -if you mind- illusionary poet. The poem was originally written in English refereing to the Apartheid wall that is being built in Israel since 2003:
Memories of the Wall
5 September 2005
Memories of smells scattered in my body
Remind me of how once
I used to walk near a wall.
The wall was high cutting
Myself from myself.
Cutting myself from my other.
Memories of scenes fragmented in me
Of how the wall was built
You were telling me to look
And I was engaged in fighting
Nothingness in a political geography
You told me that the great wall
Is that inside me, is inside you
But me, I was demonstrating
Screaming, throwing myself
As a stone of anger on the wall
All myself to that monstrous wall.
Memories of voices echo inside me
Violently of the crash of that
Stone hitting the earth helplessly
Tearing my virginity to small
Pieces of black blood on the wall.
I lost myself
When the wall was erected,
Leaving me with memories of
How heavenly it used to be before.
4 Comments:
It's great, keep up my friend. I will be your witness.
By Anonymous, at 9:47 pm, October 27, 2006
Great work, Nay. I look forward to reading more of your creative and intelligent writing on important topics.
By Anonymous, at 11:48 pm, October 27, 2006
peace
By NYC TAXI SHOTS, at 7:21 pm, October 29, 2006
Dayna,
Good Stuff!
Im a Blog Hater, but this is really good. I loved how you position yourself within the situation and break every possible convension.
Keep up the great work.
By Anonymous, at 6:51 pm, October 30, 2006
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