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To hold on to your veil like the last handle bar in front of the abyss.

To have the confidence and peace to let go of your veil and stay dead calm.

“Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song,

namely their silence…” Franz Kafka, 1917,  The Silence of the Sirens

 

 

No one dares to breath

almost

no one opens their eyes more

than an eye lash, more

than the strictly necessary for the bare minimum

no one opens any opening more than the absolute necessary

light, food, thought, faeces

light, food, faeces

food, faeces

faeces

 

No one dares to do anything else than everyone else.

It´s not just survival, it´s the heard.

 

No one dares because in these times of strain, they have to appreciate the sacrifices that the fore runners and the hounds of the herd are making for them and

continue

enjoying their lives.

 

Their lives are worth living.

Our lives are worth living!

It´s the lives of some of us

only

that are not worth living.

So they can die for our lives to be enjoyed.

 

 

Others

see what happens if they dare!

The others know.

We all know

and nobody dares.

 

Silence pierces through brain.

Siren pierces through the silence.

The piercing sound sounds like a siren

piercing through the brain.

The brain is metallic and the echo of the siren will forever sound piercing a hollow metal sphere which was our brain.

It is the cage of our brain.

The metal piercing metal

and with some sparks

sounds forever in our airtight skull.

 

 

***

 

 

It’s a very tense silence. I walk slowly with my senses wide open. I wear one headphone just in case, to maintain my protection, my visual sign of non-involvement. If I am scared? Maybe a bit more careful and aware than if I had been in tel aviv- depending on the area, naturally.

I arrive at the station, no bars, it’s not closed but no busses. I ask a group of three men, 2 looking westerners, both sunk in their smart phones, another looking Palestinian also sunk in his. I ask in Arabic, I judge it’s wiser, more neutral in the context, had I been in Tel Aviv I would have asked in Hebrew. What a luxury to have differentiated and preferential communication at one´s disposal.

The Palestinian is watching some talk show on his phone and smoking-I smell regular tobacco and two kids are flying balloons: one reading Hope another with Tweety. A 50 year plus lady appears asks about the bus and sits on the edge making the westerners gather together. She lights up her cigarette on the border of social acceptability, with the necessary indifference. Quite vital.

After half an hour of waiting the bus arrives 4 foreigners board, all burnt from the sun, some peeling already, others just looking like crabs. I suspect two are Russians living in the Abraj. Great, they will open the bottom door for me, side smile, I will have to make conversation.
***
I have made a random guy cry various times during a coffee and 3 cigarettes, in East Jerusalem, just after the imaginary border (only Google Maps sometimes knows it). I learnt his life and philosophy. I supported and contradicted him on world politics and in personal affairs. It’s a normal story he said various times. It’s like this:

“I was in prison for a year and a half since I was thirteen and a half. I learnt a lot in prison. I learnt Hebrew and about the world and I read and I understood. About politics, about organization about the world. For me it was a time of growing, I was there with everyone: with hamas and fateah and normal people and with the Israelis and I understood about all of them. This can be done through the schools as well, people shouldn’t have to go to prison to learn. They said I threw stones and I was next to a bus and burnt it, I don’t know if I did it, I really really don’t know, I don’t remember, it seems such a long time ago. Since then I am on the black list and I can’t do anything. I can but always I have problems. Then I started with music and did so much. Now everyone, musicians who come to Jerusalem talk to me and I am a reference. I am very proud of what I did with this and my life. Also in Europe I went to study and did many tours and concerts. A long time ago I could have left and stayed there if I had wanted but why to do this? This is my home and where in feel connected and where I want to live.

 

And what happened there that tied him so strongly to this land? (And side question: is the conflict identitarian or for survival?)

 

I was born in the Old City of Jerusalem 34 years ago. I bought a house in Anata, now half in Jerusalem half behind the wall. When I saw it´s behind the wall, I wanted to get another house in Jerusalem. I kept that one for now, because I´m not married, but I built one more floor on top of my parents´ house. It´s nice to be with all the family. And the army came to demolish my house. 10 years I paid lawyers and trials to keep my house, and they came to demolish it. So when I see they start, I come with my brother, I say stop! It´s my house I want to demolish it! And with my brother. And we started and we demolished all of it. And in a week I got a ticket 70,000 Shekel because I didn´t demolish it the right way. So! Imagine! Just think about this anywhere in the world! And if I let them demolish it I have to pay them more to demolish it with their machines!

 

So then I said ok, maybe I don´t marry. And maybe I should just stick to my music and play. So we have an organization and we do concerts and tours and shows, mostly theatre and music. And we have many partners and a lot of people know us.

 

You tell me, do you see peace happening here?

Do you have hope?

 

***

 

At night there is sometimes a plane, watching hungrily over us. There´s just a blanket of cement between us. There´s just a button and a few meter-seconds. There´s just absolute trust between us.

 

Then you sharpen your years until silence pierces through the metallic hollow sound of the spherical cage and you start hearing the sirens across many kilometres.

 

I have listened so hard, that I have heard the donkey wake up.

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There comes a warmth, my baby, when I think of you

There comes a whirlpool of joy into my veins

I lift my candle-stick fingers to Heavens and bruise

Their gate of fire and waters with my verse

I had a glorious youth all around the world – I did so much

I traveled love, joy, pain and sorrow and I learned the blues

But then I looked around: new people, new places, new time

No one I knew: just you

So I gave you my wing and said: Babe, do you cruise?

Wheeaaa-haaaa

Chorus: There comes a warmth, my baby, when I think of you

There comes a whirlpool of joy into my veins

I lift my candle-stick fingers to Heavens and bruise

Their gate of fire and waters with my verse

II. And we drove through the planets, walked around the sun

We made castles in the rainbow

and flew through the forest

and smiled on the terrace

and dived in the mountains

and tanned in the pig-drone

and ate in the bedroom

and tracked through the corals

and we sang the blues.

But then the day of winter came to throw us back to one

and I prayed: Oh won’t you leave us live happy, Lord, just one more day…

Chorus: There comes a warmth, my baby, when I think of you

There comes a whirlpool of joy into my veins

I lift my candle-stick fingers to Heavens and bruise

Their gate of fire and waters with my planes.

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It has been said time and again that negotiations are not just official dealing between states or companies, but rather is a daily exercise that all of us practice, mostly without knowing. Negotiation of all kinds is totally dependent on communication of all kinds and the ¨First Instinct¨ is important.

In the beginning of any acquaintance there is always a moment of truth, when both people drop for an instant every mask or acquired configuration and appear truthful and pure in front of the other. This occurs when one has sufficient desire to know the other that all conscious and unconscious energy is focused on infiltrating through every pour of the other in order to decode them and translate the basic meaning in one’s own terms of reference – essential deconstructivism.  In that particular moment self-awareness becomes so low that the other is almost free to do the same. This coincidence of moments of weakness or purity is the basis of any meaningful communication.

Of course it is possible and even likely that one of the two participants doesn´t sense the moment of openness and wastes it. This will give the other person an edge of understanding, but will not help the relationship in the long run.

A. Badiou: ¨Love between two people is the minimal form of communism.¨

Fa-te samanta, lacrima de dor; din samanta floare, din floare fecior…

Si cenusa se uda cu lacrima iubirii si se transforma in floare. Si udata cu lacrima divina, prin ploaie si din pantecul noptii se renaste fecior sub ochii lunari ai fetei. Feciorul astfel renascut rascumpara dreptatea prin niste tineri reporteri la al-jazeera:Din samanta, floare, din floare fecior….

It seems a crucial moment in time and frames, in understandings and positionings.  The world will understand a little better how it functions: a looking in the mirror exercise for the un-blind(ed).  And thine eyes are made for the seeing and thy spirit for the understanding and thy blood for the fighting. If it is to happen in the near future, it happens. Animo, heroi!

The sect of the Phoenix – the age long secret which has become unveiled, desacralized by modern media. For we all are mud and to mud we shall return. Like a pure Arab blood rising from the slime of the tide, the horse trotting me about is rising from the intoxicating roses. The stallion will forever guard the entrance to the empire of the future, and the grass blades have the choice of following the hierarchy and allow for the trotting or be grazed. There are also those who may grow roots away from the path of the gatekeeper and away from the promised land of future which he majestically guards.

The kids tricked me again. I have prepared a nice presentation, slides, stories, food for thought and only four came to watch poor Antigone. She cried again over the tomb of her brother, about the other world and about the sunshine and then they all went their ways.

And then again this man comes howling from afar, I try to lure him to see his face, to poke his eye balls and trap his tail under my rocking chair, but he keeps a respectable 1km distance and keeps howling. The night is young!

To Sari Nusseibeh

Determined, it’s the adjective I would put to Beethoven’s music.  Evocative and melancholic, glorious and humble like the pastorate of auto-individualized sheep.  Majestically throws one into the pool of self-analysis and search of happiness, even if it is hyper conditionalised and to be delivered in a post-time, in the vacuum of age after the end of time. The motivation for submission has been improved over the centuries from salvation post-mortem (of the soul or of the memory in the future generations) to a happy life on earth (by establishing “universal peace”). And now again we have reached a vacuum of belief by the accentuated degradation of the concept of “Universal peace”, which has been rendered unfeasible. So there should be a world-wide contest to establish the next aim of salvation through which to reconsider and re-appreciate salvation – its redefinition for renewed use. An end has set over all directions of development available to the modern and post-modern thought and maybe a new dawn will start with the 5th Symphony.

The End of life is echoed so bitterly but rapidly rises from ashes again. Birth is always difficult. And heads really start following, each time a wave attempts to rise it is quickly silenced and reduced back with grand parade to the  normality equalized at a certain level for the whole humanity, by a certain invisible hand (haha, maybe of the economy?!) and skillfully kept as such until it boils too much, at once. But much education should be undertaken before then and this is another global problem and another way in which the world is, in the end homogenous by having unitary needs (natural or created equally across the population).

Who and where are those groups of people who might have resisted unification – globalization, neo-liberalism, capitalism, and many other –isms and how complete is their resistance for all existential dimensions. May they come to the front and investigate the depths of their existence their independence from the systems. May they be praised and welcomed amongst us at least for their attempts.

A bien-tot! apa