They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
Pay close attention to how many children are from the same family.
Please keep in mind that the name, age, sex and location of only 132 of the 155 Palestinian children killed (correct as of 22 July 2014) was able to be gathered (collected by Al Mezan Centre for Human Rights).
What’s even more heartbreaking is that the speed of which Israel continues its ethnic cleansing of Palestine means death toll figures become outdated every hour.
Fulni-ô woman, Brazil
"The Fulni-ô Indians once numbered in the hundreds of thousands and lived in the lush coastal lands near Recife in northeastern Brazil, but after the European invasion, those that survived fled several hundred miles inland to a drought-prone land. For more than 5 centuries, the Fulni-ô tribe has lived in the municipality of Águas Belas. Their language is Yatê, and in this language, "Fulni-ô" means "people near the river."
Raised bed frame installation. Tilled, added compost to the area where the beds were going, placed the bed frames added garden mix (creek soil and composted organic horse manure). Mulch and finish shortly.
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love
Terrible book, but a great quote.(via stoweboyd)
His home was bombed while drawing and he woke up in the hospital, and continued to draw.
When I told my 6 year old daughter about this kid, her instant response was “I will also draw if they bomb”. This, followed by my wife’s “shut up”, with a ‘God forbid such a thing’ expression on her face.
Can we hope that this kid will grow up with pictures of life and beauty in his head instead of war, pain and death.
The idea of connection arises when the society is already broken down.
The art of storytelling is coming to an end. Less and less frequently do we encounter people with the ability to tell a tale properly. More and more often there is embarrassment all around when the wish to hear a story is expressed. It is as if something that seemed inalienable to us, the securest among our possessions, were taken from us: the ability to exchange experiences.
A patent is a device that enables one man to claim special financial rewards for being the last link in the complicated social process that produced the invention.