Nefer from the night came

From the night, the little wolf-hound runs

to the light, the open door,

over the black pools

gray wanderer of starless dark,

from the embrace of the woods

to the safety found

under the kitchen table.

10.12.2015

Zionism

Must evil be allowed to be exist

only because it's evil made in name of Jews and Judaism?

Is it really 'lesser' evil then,

because Star of David shelters those who do it?

Or is all evil equal, is it true that

the background of evildoers

can't raised be as a shield to cover them?

Humanity, I ask you - are we all equal?

08.12.2015

ON OUR TV SCREENS, THE PLANES ARE LAUNCHING

Now to war we go -

and war is a necessity and a joy,

truth a collateral damage with the kids

of the tormented, torn flesh

with their eyes forever closed -

until one day, one day

we shall shake our heads,

look around and regret,

and wonder and say never again,

until again the fever shall catch us,

that eagerness to see the planes take off

and headline claims of many bad guys killed,

the information a solid mirage...

06.12.2015

THE BROKEN PUZZLE

If I don't appear contradictory,

you have misunderstood me.

Those, who push a straight path

of thought through this world,

make violence to feeling and

reason alike, forcing unity

where character fragments.

06.12.2015

On Independence Day the opinions of the very old

are suddenly gold; on lesser days

those who cherish them on that one day

cut and cut to make their last years hard,

yet on Independence Day flocking to hear

what grand words these untended totems of the past

have to say in their one day of glory out of

three hundred and sixty-five.

06.12.2015

The open veins of the world

sending waves of red

to carry us all forward

into days of future death.

06.12.2015

To Dino Barberini

Rest in power

Freedom will come,

freedom will come

and you will be there smiling, Dino,

among the crowd, under the flags,

you will be there smiling, Dino,

when freedom comes to Palestine.

30.11.2015

No ethnic-religious grades in suffering

They tell me "it's a different thing"

when Jews are oppressors instead of oppressed;

I see no difference -

oppression is oppression -

and thus they call me an anti-semite,

and oppression "self-defense",

like the past oppressors of Jews

would not have had their own vocabularies of justification

that attempted to make wrong right.

It's always "the same thing". Always.

Your suffering is no more important or less important

than anyone else's. To know

and acknowledge this is to have conscience,

empathy, compassion, humanity -

things that Zionists of all hues lack.

26.11.2015

If I change, if I am not who I was,

if it's a different me who again and again

steps in the cold stream and feels

the polished stones under his feet,

my toes,

if,

then the mistakes of the past

would have not been mine

- then I would be a victim

of those past incarnations,

abused by those vanished men

who left me in their skin.

I refuse that.

I am the sum of my past errors.

24.11.2015

TV shows indoor cycling, web wants to tell me

what new there is about Paris and Raqqa

where once Harun al-Rashid had his court.

Bombs are falling, I wonder about making coffee

but there's little milk to go with it, so perhaps

I just drink some water, mug or two down

my parched, swollen throat as explosions

lighten the skies and how many forcefully conscripted,

how many enslaved die with those in black masks tonight?

Its not that I don't care about Paris, but

what about Beirut or Baghdad or Yemen -

eight months of war and the allies of the "West"

have not made a single move against al-Qaeda or IS,

but of that we must be silent, because even after Paris

geopolitics and realpolitik reign supreme.

Don't hold back emotions, let them guide

your support to our rulers, those who have none,

that's what they want from us, in tricoleur

supporting more war while our leaders and our allies

spare no thought to bringing peace forth in place of war.

15.-19.11.2015

Brief, brief the light of a November day.

Low, low the milk-gray clouds.

High, high the swift birds rise.

Among the mud and the rain

the fallen leaves decay,

among the mud and the rain

the dead grass lies.

Pale, pale the light of a November day.

Cold, cold the wind over the fallow fields.

Slow, slow the rain falling on naked branches.

19.11.2015

All those Yankee Rangers and SEALSs

like insects limbs cut of in hands of boys just being boys

and why not, they are not fully human,

perhaps not even part,

rabid Yankee stains on the globe.

19.11.2015

INTO THE NOVEMBER NIGHT

The afternoon falls into darkness

and fog, November evening

a brief walk, through muddy pools,

into the starless night. Somewhere

along the way I lost what words

I had gathered from among the shadows.

16.11.2015

Paris

Making history with bullets,

painting the path to greater war

with blood, bodies

as signs - "Go to Syria"

and Hollande, after the

death of the victims and the perpetrators,

"We will be merciless."

In Raqqa the wounded self-declared Caliph

must nod in approval;

what is loss of Sinjar compared

to the deaths that are to come?

So the red rivers

to the ocean converge.

14.11.2015

SULAIMAN IS DEAD

Sulaiman Aqel Muhammad Shahin, age 22.

Another death.

Another life taken.

Another car riddled with bullets.

Another body laying on the ground within a circle of colonialists.

"But we are the victims!" say the colonialists.

The living colonialists, each with their gun and smart-phone taking a trophy photo.

The living colonialists, on occupied land illegally,

with the native dead in their feet.

Yes, they are the victims, because... because they say so.

We must believe it.

We must repeat it.

Because otherwise, antisemitism.

Sulaiman is dead.

We see him in photos

making a joke,

with a baby in his arms,

sitting with a Fatah flag behind him,

laying on the ground, dying or dead.

I condemn Israel.

I condemn Zionism.

There are no victims among adult colonialists.

Israel has no 'right to defend itself'.

Sulaiman had a right to live,

Sulaiman had a right to live free,

Sulaiman had a right to live free in a free Palestine.

Sulaiman lived his entire life under occupation.

Sulaiman is dead.

Palestine lives.

09.11.2015

Support the oppressed, oppose the oppressors.

Don't let love or hate blind you.

You can't go wrong.

09.11.2015

At the heart of life

a growing void

where memories like cliffs

by the side of a sea

fall eroded sinking

beneath the waves

of lost past.

06.11.2015

Fields of late autumn,

birds circling in silence

hung between

frost and cold sky.

06.11.2015

Let the world take your pain away

and give it back to you

magnified, with a rosary.

06.11.2015

To Pablo Neruda(1904-1973)

So they killed you Pablo

took a few months or perhaps a year

from an old man fearing what you would say

out there in exile again

racing against death and dictatorship

So they killed you Pablo

they killed you

but here you are still

living in millions of hearts

on pages uncounted

we feel your heartbeat

your voice rising like the tide

on the shore of the Pacific

immortal enduring

sending still lovers into embrace

revolutionaries onto streets

engraving the fallen into collective memory

of the people

06.11.2015

the naked branches of trees

along the edge of the clearing

in the silence of a November afternoon

begging something

to come out of the fog

the frosty ground

06.11.2015

a mat of fallen brown leaves

all over the green moss and dead grass

all over the green moss and dead grass

a mat of fallen brown leaves

like memories atop memories

05.11.2015

Fashionably politically incorrect

Burning the intestines of

Michel Houellebecq

while life still flickers

in the eyes

of his castrated body.

Martin Amis,

alas, is already dead,

suffocated

with his own shit

in a pool of his own vomit

and urine.

There they lie,

side by side,

the fallen weasels of literature.

05.11.2015

Third Intifada

The least that Palestinian youths facing Israel's bullets with stones in occupied E. Jerusalem, West Bank and Gaza deserve is that the world notices them

Look at them, the Palestinian youths whom Israel's friends in the "West" would happily see occupied, imprisoned & caged all their lives.

If you are not going to help, at least acknowledge that they exist, that they matter, that they bleed, get wounded, that they die.

If you are not going to be their ally, be at least witness to their courage, their moment of defiance, their wounds, their deaths.

That's the least which can be asked from you - that you open your eyes, look and see these youths' ongoing struggle in the same world in which you live.

25.10.2015

Tom Disch(1942-2008)

One day Tom Disch,

Tom Disch the once good author,

Tom Disch with the great future behind him,

stopped spouting racist vitriol in the web

long enough to notice

that most he hated himself.

BANG!

24.10.2015

Those who claim

that suffering ennobles

have never suffered.

Suffering breaks,

twists, crows ice around

your heart,

makes you lash out

in anger and pain,

makes you someone else.

23.10.2015

The only thing we really need

until the end

is hope.

17.10.2015

Be the final wave

to come up to my shattering shore,

sweeping it away

in your embrace.

17.10.2015

Immortality in literature

Blessed is the author

known by the future generations only

from her or his great fame

without having any surviving work

to blemish it.

14.10.2015

The Nobel Prize for Literature

The only prize Philip Roth deserves

or needs is a

castration without painkillers

and having to eat his

dick raw.

14.10.2015

Gaius Cornelius Gallus(70-26 BCE)

1

You should not have been so eager

to wash away the shame of ambition

with death's bitter remedy,

as at one pentameter and nine lines 'of inferior quality'

stands your lyric legacy

after time more merciless than Octavian

has wrought its punishment

and left these as your poetic monument.

2

You should have pushed death's release away,

put words down and sought Octavian's forgiveness

as poet through flattery and praise,

and your political ambition

would have been forgiven if not forgotten,

your ambition to be remembered as a statesman

buried, like those nine lines in the sands of Nubia.

14.10.2015

Peter Whigham(1925-1987)

Oxford, I read, and sighed

and was ready to consign you

to one of the lower reaches of

Dante's Hell, but then those

redeeming words "largely self-educated";

no Don then, from privileged background

taught by Dons from privileged backgrounds

lecturing youths from privileged backgrounds.

Curse the Ford of Oxes.

Sleep well, or travel

from Purgatory to the Celestial Paradise.

14.10.2015

Gone is the poet; we shall not mourn

We shall not mourn Catullus;

he was privileged, he raped boys

and he enjoyed great happiness as

much as he suffered great sorrow;

great love was his, great gift of poetry

was his, as he is now Hades'.

14.10.2015

Time to start all wars

Once they fought a war

to end all wars,

now we heirs

live in a time

to start all wars,

the waves of violence

rising high

crashing lives and countries

and all certainties,

begetting lineages of conflicts

towards a darkening future.

11.10.2015

raindrops and a leafs

fall scatter in the wind

to the gravel the muddy pools

reflecting skeleton trees still green grass

of the yard under the clouds

covering the sky

the blue that edges into space

merging with the void

27.09.2015

autumn plays

the strings of grief

in the cavities

of my mind

27.09.2015

there is no "now"

no moment in which we exist

there is the past gone

the future yet to arrive

the future that

sublimates to past

endlessly

27.09.2015

we are the dead past

of an unborn future

rising from dust

27.09.2015

we are all

dead and forgotten

in the future

27.09.2015

Call Me Dave

The rich should be debated with a guillotine

- or, if you prefer the old English way,

hanging, drawning and quartering.

And then a boar can a decapitated swine fuck.

06.-24.09.2015

The Politicians

Minds of supposed human beings

grow the most fetid things Earth carries,

seeds of poison and suffering

growing, asphyxiating,

strangling all that is good,

all that should live

when these caricatures of human beings

should discarded in heaps lie,

but now on thrones of media

they keep on lying.

19.07.-19.09.2015

Gone

Half an hour of sunlight,

the evening's medicine

for this autumn day

now in utter dark dying.

Watching football,

reading awful poems by Samuel Beckett,

drinking coffee

and running to the lavatory

on orders of diarrhoea,

in this sea of ink

I sink.

19.09.2015

autumn

golden forest

shedding

summer

17.09.2015

Autumn. Nowadays I always fear it,

the dark evenings, the black nights,

the trees shedding their rust-coloured leaves,

the endless cloud-covered skies.

The herald of the bleak winter to come.

Black, brown, gray, white

the colours of the landscape -

and often of the mind also.

But in these last two days I have felt

the flickering of an old love I once had for autumn

- for beauty and light at the moment it's

endangered, perishing

and the most fragile, beautiful and important

to us, not taken for granted,

but embraced tightly.

30.08.2015

To Prometheus

Stealing the fire is not enough,

my dear giant,

it needs to be turned against those

who hid it -

otherwise, it's chains

and eagles eating liver

on Caucasus

while humankind still

languishes in it's own unseen chains,

in servitude to those who would

deny the light from it.

30.08.2015

Rudyard Kipling(1865-1936)

It was a damn shame you died of ulcer back in 1936.

You should have taken better care, sought medical treatment in time.

You died too early. Missed a lot!

1937 - Eire declares independence. What a pity you didn't live to see it...

And the big year of 1947 - India's independence!

You should have lived to see it, the end of your world.

Every imperialist oppressor deserves that much,

to live long enough to see the end of their world built on injustice.

25.08.2015

Barack Obama

A Tale of American Zionism

After all the public humiliations,

the unconditional support that brought only more humiliation,

and having given tens of billions of dollars in exchange of nothing,

promising to give tens of billions of dollars more,

he said that he wanted to believe that he was

"an honorary member of the tribe".

No one rose to say that he was.

No one came to him then or afterwards, shook his hand saying that he was.

No one wrote afterwards to say that he was.

25.08.2015

Night air stands still expecting

the cold caress of the wind

that shall come from the north

while rusting leaves

fear its grip that will send them

in a spiral down to the earth

and slow decay

22.08.2015

And so the end... ends.

21.08.2015

All crumbling,

falling in to the abyss,

piece by piece

the edifice of life

collapsing, collapsing

- gone. Dust rising.

It is over.

21.08.2015

A Peruvian Man of Letters and an English Lady

No wonder Mario Vargas Llosa had such a crush

on the devil woman Margaret Thatcher;

she had an entourage of paedophile ministers, advisers, secretaries and celebrities,

he his sexual fantasies of barely pubescent and incestuous sex.

Around her court he could dive among those

who did all the awful things to innocents

he himself only thought of while writing and masturbating

- acts with little difference to our Mario.

The lives shattered, the murders of kidnapped kids -

it was all just fodder for his ejaculation.

She ruled over all of it, giving her blessing

and he wandered among the corrupted, adoring her for it.

21.08.2015

The Death of Robert Walser, Christmas Day 1956

the moment before

the moment after

a man standing

breathing

a body laying in the ground

eyes open

no difference

for the snowflakes dancing in the air

21.08.2015

Such a bright, beautiful morning

that I could sleep the whole day;

sank it in the shimmering blue

of the un-remembering sky

and wake to see it's embers fade

in the horizon, under the first stars.

16.08.2015

Edward Heath(1916-2005)

Just because he was a famous, overweight man with no public romantic relationships

doesn't mean that he couldn't have been a sexual predator

that abused boys and girls, picking runaways from the roadside to rape

and perhaps dumped children's bodies from his yacht to the Channel.

You say he was asexual? But you said also that his personal life

was "closed" from others, didn't you? So the former is true? How do you know?

Where you there all the time, did he give you access to all his thoughts? No?

So how do you know? You don't. All those Jersey "runaways" never found,

do you think his hands were on their throats when they died? Sexual predator,

rapist, paedophile Prime Minister Edward Heath. Soon we will hear

he was raped in the grammar school by a teacher. Soon we will hear

that he was a serial killer.

12.08.2015

Life

Life?

I watched it from afar,

from a safe distance,

all the turmoil

that drove others' fates,

and just as I started to get interested,

getting carefully closer

it was over.

But I hardly lost much.

12.08.2015

melancholy

the rumble of the traffic from the highway

only sound in the night

the months of birdsong gone

the autumn shall now come with fast feet

and cold hands of wind

embracing the land

with the last rush of colour

12.08.2015

Robert Conquest(1917-2015)

Robert Conquest is dead,

the old bones getting rest at last -

but Karl and Friedrich are not,

they are wherever the red flags fly

and even Vladimir twitches

a wax eye-brow now and then.

11.08.2015

if there won't be justice

there shall be nothing

10.08.2015

Howard Jacobson

A living warning

1

He has allowed his identification with an ethnic-religious identity

and the state that claims to represent it

to devour his humanity,

leaving an empty shell of a human being.

Listen closely when he speaks,

read between his lines,

and you can hear the cold, terrible wind blowing

through the empty halls of his conscience.

2

A human being

must foremost be just that -

a human, humane being.

Seeing humans as humans first,

without labels put on them,

empathy as her guide.

When being a human being

comes second to being something else,

whether class, ethnicity, gender, ideology or religion

then empathy, conscience

start to shrivel and die

and the excuses of evil come crawling,

putting labels on everything,

erecting flags and symbols

on conquered mind.

10.08.2015

A morning in August.

Sunshine, little warmth, no clouds, no wind.

Coffee, without milk. Better than nothing.

The pills, all five of them.

Blood from the gums when washing

what remains of the teeth.

Deep, satisfying red in the sink.

Couldn't guess the blood cells aren't as they are supposed to be,

looks like fine blood.

A bird starts singing. Mind wanders to the milk,

the hot, black coffee on the tongue too sharp, harsh.

Wash the face, again, go out, walk

among the light and the shadows

of the morning in August.

10.08.2015

What they see in their mirrors

The middle-classes dominate the literary novels,

the middle-classes and their middle-age,

they are the fouled mainstream -

the middle-aged middle-class man

in his middle-life crisis

left alone, the marriage on the rocks, ended,

spouse dead or runaway,

problems in the job, the unsatisfying career

(and the unsatisfying sex);

he meets a younger woman,

goes on a travel, learns about life,

finds a part of his old self, buried

("What happened to me?")

and in the end stands facing choices....

How often I have read this novel!

No more!

The middle-class woman approaching middle-age

in her mid-thirties crisis,

unsatisfied with her husband, children

and career, sex (or the lack of them),

afraid of growing old without ever living.

Enter a man - and old boyfriend, a family friend,

a colleague.... you know the list.

An affair, soul searching, a decision to be made

- all that "Shall I live for myself?" pondering.

In the end, a choice to be made...

How often have I read this novel!

Never again!

Give them rope and a guide how to make a hangman's knot,

give them sleeping pills and proscription drugs,

say it's painless to die this way or that.

Let your characters go and do not bring

the same old middle-aged middle-class drama remake

to the stage of words to go through the same old scenes,

of these middle-class agonists on their sub-urban anthills
I have had enough!

10.08.2015