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// "I envy horses: if they break a leg and feel humiliated because they can no longer charge back and forth in the wind, they are cured by a mercy bullet. So if something in me gets broken, physically or spiritually, I would do well to look for a proficient killer, even if he is one of my enemies. I will pay him a fee and the price of the bullet, kiss his hand and his revolver, and if I am able to write, extol him in a poem of rare beauty, for which he can choose the metre and rhyme."

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4.0

i liked this collection of poems more than “unfortunately, it was paradise”, but as always, darwish has such a way with words that draws me in every time. i also felt like these poems more directly addressed palestine and israeli occupation compared to previous poems i’ve read of his about love and loss. it’s heartbreaking to think about how these poems still apply given current events, and it really emphasizes just how long and bloody this occupation is.

“the echo has no echo so she becomes the endless scream in the breaking news which was no longer breaking news” — the girl / the scream