One reader of Dear Layla/Welcome
to Palestine wrote me
With characteristic candor:
“Damn you! It fucking hurt to
read this book
And thank you! It was the
final push I needed to get off my ass”
It’s one thing to put together,
compose
127 chapters
To create characters
To quote real people who say
“There are more things Habermas in
occupied Palestine
Than are dreamt of in your
philosophy”
“Beholding him, Henry responded
‘You, too?’”
"Habibi, we have another day
Let's not waste it"
“Thay reminds us
There's always more to let go
of’
“Do not give up do not
Give in do not give out”
“Try to be present to people (How
hard this is)
Try to keep it simple (How I need to
breathe consciously)”
“I was simmering simmering simmering
Emerson brought me to a boil”
“The eyes say it
Before the lips pronounce it”
“One minute alive
Is one minute to serve the
revolution”
“I’ve saved every communiqué
I’ve savored every syllable”
“You just can’t imagine it
Unless you see it”
“I had forgotten that sit-in at
Greensboro in 1960
Four young men”—
It’s another thing altogether
To live out, make real
To realize my own manuscript
And to get up off my ass
Wisdom in words:
A faint glimmer
Wisdom in action:
A July sun at 2 p.m.
And not a cloud
In the sky
--Karl Marx, Thesis 11: "Philosophers have hitherto only interpreted the world in various ways; the point is to change it." Theses on Feuerbach
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