Screaming Sanity Into Another Dimension
Unite!!!!
Who is being united from which divide divider division divisory…what?
fucking mess.
In WhatWhich dimensions do fearless brave united diversified societies co-exist?
How can any statement action thought of creating a bland culture
Of only people like me us our race
Our economic equals our religion our our ways our our
our my my my mine mine not your
Be anything interesting
A scholar said unification exists best in diversity.
well said but not done. ouroboros
ouroboros uroborus youroboros ouroboros and all is one.
RRRAAAHHH RAAHH RAAAHHH I screamed.
I really did scream. On Zoom with people watching Screamed out hard again
long, again RRRAAAAHHHH eyes closed, fingers fisted bending my knees
For my grandmothers I screamed. For my parents, I screamed. For my children
For Myself.
I wonder if Tata ever screamed like that. !948 Palestine home and then kicked Her out with 8 children and told Her country never existed
Miles in the July desert heat She walked with them survived with them and my Sido.
Ramallah refugees. Her kitchen in British mandated what a pathetic statement for ownership Lydda never again saw spinach pies lemon sumac fatayer z’atar rolled cabbage malfouf rolled grape leaves dawali hummus baklawa tabouleh mulukhia with lamb okra bamia fiiiinely diced and minted cucumbers and tomatoes fatoush olives and oil and swift hands laboring in love
unless a foreigner did it before Her home was torn down for the
Apartments that stand there now filled with people not related to Her cooking Her food
There’s a chance She wailed to the sky to the desert and I bet
it was not enough.
My British Grandmother Mabel was silent.
My mom said so. She had had a full music scholarship to Oxford for classical piano.
She accidentally chopped off Her own finger while cutting firewood.
She was sent to America to be a Nanny.
She married a Pennsylvania farmer and bore 5 children.
She never played piano.
And I bet She never screamed.
If I was Her now I’d be
rolled up in a little ball in a nursing home unknowing of any of my children.
I screamed for She , Her, I. My screams were heard by the compassionate ears of God
and a zoomful of adult human seedlings deeming me sane
Heard by Me and by You. All of You and all before You and I will scream again and again to recover all of Our sanity.
God in that dimension the English Grandmother and Palestinian Grandmother and their mothers and husbands and fathers of course as well are dancing together now that the screaming is being taken care of.