Modern “Politics”: And They Tell Me Not To Spell Out “Sh*t”!

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They tell me not to spell out “sh*t”!

But, nothing else quite seems to f*t!

They claim some folks will look awry

If I insert the little “i”.


But here’s the thing I contemplate:

What difference to this warring State?

Should I insist on “i” or “I”?

Is it a case of do or die?


I happily forego the spite

That tells me I am always right.

(The “i” is like a winking child;

Or beacon lighting up the wild!)


How much is substance, how much form?

How to get beyond the norm?

How to take it all in stride—

To kick the bucket, yet abide?


Some folks I know won’t write out G_d.

I’ve always found that somewhat o_d.

Wouldn’t the All-Seeing One

Know the hearts of everyone?


In this world of counterfe*ts—

Political and legal sh*ts,

Why not ban a word like “k*ll”?

Would that give the perverse a thr*ll?


We’re told to read between the lines.

The sun peeks out between the pines

And melts the snow beneath our shoes,

And dissipates three months of blues.


Once, scholars quibbled over pins:

How many angels rubbed their shins

Together on a pointy head?

(The Reaper came… and knocked them dead!)


We lose ourselves in petty lies.

We grope, circumvent, devise

A thousand schemes, overlooked clues.

The curtain closes on a ruse.

 


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Gary Corseri has published and posted articles, fiction and poems at hundreds of venues, including The Greanville Post, UncomonThoughtJournal, Counterpunch, The New York Times, Village Voice, Redbook Magazine, The Palestine Chronicle, and Georgia Review. He has published 2 novels and 2 collections of poetry, and his dramas have been produced on PBS-Atlanta and elsewhere. He has performed his poems at the Carter Presidential Library and Museum, and he has taught in universities in the US and Japan, and in US public schools and prisons. Contact: Gary_Corseri@comcast.net.

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Koan: What Is the Sound of One Hand Clapping?

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Koan: What Is the Sound of One Hand Clapping?

1) Nothing. One hand cannot clap….

2) Half the sound of 2 hands clapping….

3) Air….

4) A bowl of rice….

5) A cup of tea….

6) “A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,

A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou….”

7) A crazy old guy doing a jig on thin ice….

8) “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.”

9) A snowflake in a whirlwind….

10) “The thunderous silence of the drums.”

11) It depends….

12) The Isness of Is….

13) Mysteries in mysteries, potential in potential….

14) Zen?


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Gary Corseri has published and posted articles, fiction and poems at hundreds of venues, including The Greanville Post, UncomonThoughtJournal, Counterpunch, The New York Times, Village Voice, Redbook Magazine, The Palestine Chronicle, and Georgia Review. He has published 2 novels and 2 collections of poetry, and his dramas have been produced on PBS-Atlanta and elsewhere. He has performed his poems at the Carter Presidential Library and Museum, and he has taught in universities in the US and Japan, and in US public schools and prisons. Contact: Gary_Corseri@comcast.net.

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“Over There”

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 When the massacres came, we wondered….

 

We thought we were the “Over There” people.

George M. Cohan sang us the way home:

“We won’t come back till it’s over over there.”

 

We said we had to fight them “over there”

so we wouldn’t have to fight them here.

“Home” was mom and sweethearts and apple pie.

 

It was long ago, but it was now. “Now”

was cutting into the line, “Now” was cutting

 

none of our idols, none of our gods, nothing

we’d “longed for, worshipped or adored.”

 

When the massacres came, we were jolted

into the world of Now, a Never-Never-land

of impossibilities, non-sequiturs.

 

How? Who? Where? Why? Did no one see it coming?

It wasn’t supposed to happen here!

It was okay “over there,” but not in our backyards!

 

Who was watching the store? Who was watching the kids?

We grew inured. We were worn down! We were worn out….

We became like they were “over there.”

 

Even to wonder was an act of defiance.

We stopped wondering. We slaughtered and were slaughtered.

We addicted ourselves to slaughter.

 


About the Author
 Gary Corseri has published/posted poems, articles and stories at The Greanville Post, Uncommon Thought Journal, CounterPunch, Dissident Voice, Transcend Media Service, The New York Times, Village Voice, Redbook Magazine, Common Dreams, and hundreds of other worldwide venues.  His dramas have been produced on PBS-Atlanta and elsewhere, and he published novels, poetry collections, and a literary anthology (edited), Manifestations.  He has taught in US and Japanese universities and in US prisons and public schools.  He has performed his work at the Carter Presidential Library and Museum. He can be reached at gary_corseri@comcast.net.  



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Slings and Arrows: Bernie Sanders Plays the Bard

=By=  Gary Corseri

Sanders

Sanders: (At the ramparts; in the shadows; a windy night–)

To be or not to be—that is the question!
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or
to take arms against a sea of Hillaries
and, by opposing, end them!

To die, to sleep….

Life’s but a walking shadow—a poor player
that struts and frets his moment upon the stage
passage, passingand then is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot: full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing!

To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream!
Aye, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death
what dreams may come when we have shuffled off
this mortal coil, must give us pause.

If it were done when ‘tis done, ‘tis better it were done quickly!
Seen, but unseen.  Noted, but un-noted.
Is this a dagger which I see before me—
the handle towards my hand?
Come, let me clutch thee!

I played my part, and now am ready to depart.

Blow winds and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout!

All my pretty ones? Did you say all?Jill Stein
Noble youths who lent their ears
(not to mention time and money)—
am I to shuffle off to Buffalo, unfriend them?

Have I been out-Trumped?
(He doth bestride the narrow world like a Collosus!)
Out-Foxed by one “extremely careless”?
Oh, what Ailes me now?  What Ailes us all?

But, soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East–and Jill Stein is the sun!

Oh, I am fortune’s fool!

The time is out of joint! O cursed spite
that ever I was born to set it right!

 


Gary Corseri has published novels and collections of poetry.  He has performed his poems at the Carter Presidential Library and his dramas have been produced on Atlanta-PBS and elsewhere.  His articles, reviews, interviews, stories and commentaries have appeared at Uncommon Thought Journal, The Greanville Post, Cyrano’s Journal Today, The New York Times, Village Voice, Redbook Magazine and hundreds of periodicals and websites worldwide.  He has taught in US prisons and public schools and in US and Japanese universities.  Contact: Gary_Corseri@comcast.net.

Cross-posted with Uncommon Thought Journal.

 

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Gaza: Resistance Through Poetry

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Politics for the People

Mu'in Bseiso’

Mu’in Bseiso’

Screen Shot 2016-01-23 at 2.38.28 PM“(At dawn) … I will resist … (Since) upon the wall there is still a white sheet … And my fingers are yet to (completely) dissolve.” 

This is a translated verse from Mu’in Bseiso’ “Three Walls of the Torture Chamber”. He was -and remains – one of Gaza’s most influential intellectual and renowned poets.  

After Israel occupied the Gaza Strip in 1967, he lived in exile for the rest of his life, hopping from one country to another. Many of Gaza’s great intellectuals were exiled as well; others languished in jail or were assassinated.  

Bseiso died in some London hotel in 1984. One of his older plays carrying this verse envisaging his death.  

“And my tongue was a sword … But I am now dying … And my (only) witnesses are these four muted walls.”  

Every phase of Bseiso’s literary work carried clues to the struggle faced by Palestinians throughout their modern history, which he echoed in his poems until his passing. His words spoke of resistance, love, torture chambers and naked walls, children coloring on a beach, exile … oh, the endless exile.  

But Resistance featured prominently in almost everything he wrote.

“If I fall, comrade, in the struggle, take my place,

And gaze at my lips as they halt the madness of the wind.

I have not died … I am still calling you from beyond my wounds.

Sound your drums, so that the whole people may heed your call and fight …” (The Battle) 

The spirit of Gaza is the spirit of Mu’in Bseiso: beautiful, poetic, tortured, strong, undying, and loving and although confined by ever-shrinking spaces, always resisting.  

I am writing this, not only as a nod of gratitude to Gaza’s great poet for the way he influenced me and several generations of Palestinian and Arab intellectuals in Gaza and elsewhere, but to denote a fact that seems to escape many of us: Gaza is also an abode of poetry.  

Alas, how many of us can name a single Palestinian poet from Gaza? Likely, very few. It is because we are accustomed to affiliating Gaza with death, not life. Poetry is the greatest intellectual affirmation of life because great poets never die. Their verses linger like the roots of an ancient Palestinian olive tree.  

This is what Asmaa al-Ghoul, one of Gaza’s finest young writers and bloggers, wrote of a poetry festival held in Gaza City a few years ago. The event, which took place in 2013, was staged sometime between the two most destructive wars launched by Israel against the besieged Strip:  

“It was standing room only, after all seats at the French Cultural Center had been taken,” she reported. The crowd came to celebrate Gaza’s poets, including Hind Jawdah, who recited:  

“I have no thirst above my forehead … No love under my skin … My waist is not snapping … Nor has the cactus raised itself to my face … I am on a horse of lust … Combing the hair of freedom … The gypsy girl is dancing and inspiring the world.”  

Gaza has not inspired the world because of its high death toll as a result of Israeli wars, because of its polluted water or because it is becoming growingly ‘uninhabitable’ – as a United Nations report recently indicated. Gaza is inspiring because it is still standing, despite everything.  

Not just standing, but living and – dare I say – thriving, too. Reporting from Gaza last week, Yousef Aljamal wrote of a similar crowd that flocked the Science and Cultural Center in Al-Nuseirat Refugee Camp. The reason they gathered was to celebrate the life and works of William Shakespeare.  

After a few passionate speeches about the great English poet, the audience watched an animation film of King Lear, composed and performed by the Refugee Camp’s youth.   

“Dr. Abdallah Kurraz, Professor of English Literature at Al-Azhar University, highlighted Shakespeare’s ability ‘to use language and discuss universal themes such as freedom and equality,” wrote Aljamal. 

Yousef Aljamal lives in Al-Nuseirat Refugee Camp. His family suffered irreversible losses from war and siege. His brother, Omar, was killed by the Israeli army in 2004. He was a Resistance fighter. The family named one of their newborn children, Omar – to carry on the legacy of their eldest son.  

A few years later, in 2007, Yousef’s sister, Zeinab, died because of the Israeli siege on the impoverished Strip.  

“She had a problem with her gallbladder. She had to undergo surgery. The operation was described as ‘simple’ by doctors, yet some of the equipment needed for it was not available in Gaza hospitals,” he wrote. All of her attempts at acquiring permission to reach a hospital in Jerusalem have failed, owing to the Israeli pretext that she was a ‘security threat.’ 

“Poison started to spread in her body through the veins. Her skin turned yellow, literally. I was shocked as I saw yellow invading her body when I went to visit her at al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital in Deir al-Balah.” Soon after, Zeinab died.  

But Yousef, 27, has an unsubdued energy for life. He is a reporter, a translator, a scholar, and a community organizer. He has helped translate and edit several books on Gaza and written many articles from the Strip. While much of his work is, rightly, dedicated to the suffering of Palestinians there as a result of Israel’s wars and protracted siege, a large portion of his work is also a testament to the resilient spirit of Gazans. Yousef, like most Gazans, refuses to see himself as a victim.  

But can the rest of us understand that? Helping an American organization raise funds to host the Rachel Corrie Ramadan Soccer Tournament in Gaza, I shared a press release on social media, urging supporters to donate.  

I also wrote this note: “The Rachel Corrie Football tournament is one of the most uplifting events held in Gaza every Ramadan. It makes a whole lot of young people happy. It brings the community together. It espouses a sense of joy at a time that Palestinians in the Gaza Strip need it most.”  

While many seemed enthusiastic to spread the word, a reader from London wrote to me: “Isn’t it best to spend the money on feeding the starving children instead of silly football tournaments?”  

Reading the comment made me wonder if we are all guilty of dehumanizing Gaza. Forget about the Israeli hasbara machine that attempts to paint Gazans as terrorists and those digging tunnels to obtain food and freedom as criminals and smugglers. Sadly, many of those who strongly stand in solidarity with Gaza have fallen into the same trap: seeing Gazans as perpetual victims, mutilated bodies, starving children, destroyed homes … 

To highlight Israel’s human rights violations, some feed into that narrative which almost refuses to see Gazans as strong, dignified human beings, creative, loving, living and resisting.  

True, the wars have devastated Gaza and the siege is severely diminishing its ability to develop the massive and promising human capital it has. But it has not disfigured its essence, or lessened its humanity. Gaza remains a place of poets, artists, dabka dancers and untamable spirits of utterly resilient and refreshingly stubborn people.  

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Ramzy Baroud, PhD
Dr. Ramzy BaroudHas been writing about the Middle East for over 20 years. He is an internationally-syndicated columnist, a media consultant, an author of several books and the founder of PalestineChronicle.com. His books include ‘Searching Jenin’, ‘The Second Palestinian Intifada’ and his latest ‘My Father Was a Freedom Fighter: Gaza’s Untold Story’. His website is: www.ramzybaroud.net.

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