Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.
The metaphor for Palestine is stronger than the Palestine of reality.
To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.
Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance.
And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.
Poetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.