I know I have been slack. I thought it was OK to venture into making beautiful things and getting on with my life after eight years of blogging and spending some 6 hours or more a day online staring into the abyss and having the abyss staring back into me.
I am tired. I feel so overwhelmed sometimes with the sheer horror of photo’s of children dying with their guts hanging out because a drone, John Key is OK with, butchers a whole family having a coffee while their city is being bombed back to the stone age but just as I was about to wander off into the sunset and my workshop to spend my life making beauty one of my readers (Thank you so much H) send me this poem.
Beauty will have to wait and take a back seat. How can I even begin to take the first step away from doing what I do best and have done all my life, speaking truth to power, when there are beautiful brave poets such as Rafeef Ziadah writing such heart wrenching poems about their people as they are being killed by the Zionist war machine fed by the US and Europe.