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Computers and cars are mixed blessings …

When they work they’re great but when they don’t, it’s not fun. Well the car’s fine – knock on that proverbial piece of wood – but the computer has some hiccups. I’m likely offline for a bit. See you soon …

Wishing you every good thing. Write on …

“Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white-hot, on paper.” Ray Bradbury (1920-2012), American fantasy, science fiction and mystery writer

July 4, 2014July 3, 2014

a rose and a bee

a rose and a bee
not unlike you and me
in our sweet symbiosis
the hint of heaven scent

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July 2, 2014July 1, 2014

gold koi swims and brown ducks glide

still surface of pond
gold koi swims and brown ducks glide
joyful dance of ripples

June 28, 2014June 28, 2014

Music, Language of the Soul: the second in a series from Imen Benyoub on music in the context of war and occupation

Poet, writer and artist, Imen Benyoub is from Guelma, Algeria and currently lives in East Jerusalem. She shares with us on The Bardo Group blog a series of stories and insights on music in war and occupation. This month she writes about Palestinian Musician Ramzi Aburadwan, his pursuit of music and his success in bringing it to the children of occupation. It’s a story with a lot of heart, soul and generosity … read on … it’s worth your time …

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The first post in this series is HERE.
Music, the language of the soul
The cultural Intifada*…From stones to musical instruments.
The story of Ramzi Abu Radwan .

They impressed the world
And all they had in their hands were stones
They lit like lanterns, and came like messengers
From “children of the stones” Nizar Quabbani (1923-1998), Syrian poet and publisher

The first Intifada is the Palestinian uprising against the Israeli occupation that started on December 1987 in Jabalia** refugee camp and spread throughout the rest of Gaza, the West Bank and East Jerusalem. It lasted six years until the signing of Oslo Accords in 1993.

It was an unarmed, spontaneous yet exploding uprising, men with their faces covered with keffiyehs***, women and children with nothing but stones, slingshots and Molotov cocktails faced tanks and live ammunition of well-trained, heavily equipped Israeli soldiers.

One of those children, a kid…

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“I want my friends to understand that “staying out of politics” or being “sick of politics” is privilege in action. Your privilege allows you to live a non-political existence. Your wealth, your race, your abilities or your gender allows you to live a life in which you likely will not be a target of bigotry, attacks, deportation, or genocide. You don’t want to get political, you don’t want to fight because your life and safety are not at stake.

“It is hard and exhausting to bring up issues of oppression (aka “get political”). The fighting is tiring. I get it. Self-care is essential. But if you find politics annoying and you just want everyone to be nice, please know that people are literally fighting for their lives and safety. You might not see it, but that’s what privilege does.” / Kristen Tea, motherwiselife.org

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Resist …Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient Causes; and accordingly all Experience hath shewn, that [Humankind] are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the Forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long Train of Abuses […]

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Stones occupy where my heart should feel light, heavy stones. After almost making it through ten years, The BeZine must now say, “good-bye.” Due to changes in the lives of our editorial team and some of our contributors; losses of our Founder, Jamie Dedes,and one of our guiding lights, Michael Rothenberg; and my own failing […]

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Since September 2022, protests by the longstanding women’s movement in Iran have been violently repressed by Iran’s government and complicit police forces. Among many incidents, hundreds of girls in Iranian schools have been targets of chemical attacks. Increasing rates of executions have emboldened solidarity across entire families to continue the protests for gender equality and […]

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Unicorn latent love contrived happiness kindness that can’t be helped excluded from my own language how can one be mad at a unicorn for its rarity? Diasporic Nostalgia We don’t feel shame when we share memories of when being in love was a novelty. We’re nostalgic once a year and hug a bit more often. […]

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A little boy in awe, aged six, perhaps more …or thereabouts, it matters little or less. Four years had passed since She had been proclaimed our Queen, our first coronation for a Queen Elizabeth in nearly four hundred years. So young. So pretty. So popular and pure. Around my age there was another little boy […]

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The first post in this series is HERE.Music, the language of the soul The cultural Intifada*…From stones to musical instruments. The story of Ramzi Abu Radwan.

They impressed the world And all they had in their hands were stones They lit like lanterns, and came like messengers From “children of the stones” Nizar Quabbani (1923-1998), Syrian poet and publisher

The first Intifada is the Palestinian uprising against the Israeli occupation that started on December 1987 in Jabalia** refugee camp and spread throughout the rest of Gaza, the West Bank and East Jerusalem. It lasted six years until the signing of Oslo Accords in 1993.

It was an unarmed, spontaneous yet exploding uprising, men with their faces covered with keffiyehs***, women and children with nothing but stones, slingshots and Molotov cocktails faced tanks and live ammunition of well-trained, heavily equipped Israeli soldiers.

One of those children, a kid…

Thank you for sharing your love of words. Comments will appear after moderation.

a rose and a bee
not unlike you and me
in our sweet symbiosis
the hint of heaven scent

still surface of pond
gold koi swims and brown ducks glide
joyful dance of ripples

The first post in this series is HERE.
Music, the language of the soul
The cultural Intifada*…From stones to musical instruments.
The story of Ramzi Abu Radwan .

They impressed the world
And all they had in their hands were stones
They lit like lanterns, and came like messengers
From “children of the stones” Nizar Quabbani (1923-1998), Syrian poet and publisher