Posts Tagged ‘ Syria ’

Rojava Defends Feminist Revolution Against Turkish Invaders

A Syrian Kurdish woman waves the flag of the Democratic Union Party (PYD) during a demonstration against Turkish threats near the town of Tel Arqam in Syria’s Hasakeh province near the Turkish border on October 6, 2019.DELIL SOULEIMAN / AFP VIA GETTY IMAGES

The Turkish assault unleashed deadly violence against civilians and threatens Rojava’s radical democratic project.

Source: Rojava Defends Feminist Revolution Against Turkish Invaders

The war in Syria, explained – Vox

How Syria’s civil war became America’s problem.

Source: The war in Syria, explained – Vox

TOM CLARK: In the Dark

God protect us from generalizations. There are a great many opinions in this world, and a good half of them are professed by people who have never been in trouble.

— Anton Chekhov (1860-1904): from At the Mill (1886)

GREECE – Migrants comfort each other after they have reached the Greek island of Kos. By @atzortzinis #AFP: image via Frédérique Geffard @fgeffardAFP, 13 August 2015

TOM CLARK.

H.D. (Hilda Doolittle): Euripides: The Chorus to Iphigeneia | TOM CLARK

(To Iphigeneia)

Your hair is scattered light:
The Greeks will bind it with petals.

And like a little beast,
Dappled and without horns,
That scampered on the hill-rocks,
They will leave you
With stained throat —
Though you never cropped hill-grass
To the reed-cry
And the shepherd’s note.

Some Greek hero is cheated
And your mother’s court
Of its bride.

And we ask this — where truth is,
Of what use is valour and is worth?
For evil has conquered the race,
There is no power but in base men,
Nor any man whom the gods do not hate.

 

H.D. (Hilda Doolittle) (1886-1961): Chorus to Iphigeneia, from Choruses from The Iphigeneia in Aulis and the Hippolytus of Euripides, The Egoist, London, 1919

TOM CLARK.

A Revolutionary of Arabic Verse

Adonis

The Edge of the World (excerpt)

I release the earth and I imprison the skies. I fall down in order to stay faithful to the light, in order to make the world ambiguous, fascinating, changeable, dangerous, in order to announce the steps beyond. The blood of the gods is still fresh on my clothes. A seagull’s scream echoes through my pages. Let me just pack up my words and leave.

Adonis