Dec
Jeepers – I was born under shelling and have been trained since youth about duck and cover, Some of the fears were not realistic (such as the atom bomb in the fifties), but I’m so tuned to it I am not totally lost when the possibility of missiles on my house becomes actual.
Anyway, I only had a few months here, a month there – nothing long drawn out. So when I was talking to a friend from Sderot yesterday, and noticed how hard it was for him to get into the poetry reading we were at, it took a few minutes for me to realize how deeply the eight-year terror of missiles is part of his life. It’s in his body, in the sudden movements, in the sadness in his eyes. Every time I get a letter from someone (and I do get a few) about how Israel’s killing people can’t be compared to the Hamas missiles because the Hamas missiles are primitive and do no damage, I really want to scream. The missiles hitting ashkelon are Russian Grad missiles, They have little balls in them to do maximum damage, and although only three people have been killed this time around, its not for want of trying. It’s because we spend a lot of energy and money on training people and building shelters.
Having said all that, I’d stop now. I’d stop bombing and wait to see if they stop the missiles. If they don’t, we can start again. If they do, we can start talking.
Easy to say. We won’t. They won’t.
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December 31, 2008
Wow – the last day of the year. Although I am hooked to the reality show called “Casted Lead,” and don’t leave the tv, I agree with Steve King who thinks the way to end this year is with a poem by D.H. Lawrence:
There are only two things now,
The great black night scooped out
And this fire-glow.
This fire-glow, the core,
And we the two ripe pips
That are held in store.
Listen, the darkness rings
As it circulates round our fire.
Take off your things.
Your shoulders, your bruised throat!
Your breasts, your nakedness!
This fiery coat!
As the darkness flickers and dips,
As the firelight falls and leaps
From your feet to your lips!
(“Look! We Have Come Through!”)
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