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La princesse Mélissinde et le chevalier Bertrand / Princess Melisande and Bertrand
Artist : Auguste François Gorguet (1862-1927)
Les idylles du roi, oeuvre d’Alfred Lord Tennyson.(1809-1892). -“Genièvre.” Poème traduit de l’anglais par Francisque Michel. Gravure sur acier d’après les dessins de Gustave Doré.(1832-1883).
Lancelot promettait toujours, mais il restait, et ils continuaient à se voir. Elle dit encore : ” O Lancelot, si tu m’aimes, va-t’en.” Alors ils convinrent d’une nuit où le bon Roi serait absent, ils se réuniraient pour se séparer à jamais. Pâle d’amour, ils se rencontrèrent et se saluèrent ; les mains dans les mains, les yeux dans les yeux, ils s’assirent sur le bord de la couche royale, balbutiant et les yeux fixes : c’était leur dernière heure, l’ivresse des adieux. Mordred amena ses créatures au pied de la tour pour lui servir de témoins. Il se mit à crier de toute sa force : ” Sors, traître ! tu es pris à la fin.” A ces mots, Lancelot, comme réveillé en sursaut, se précipita dehors semblable à un lion, sauta sur Mordred et le lança la tête la première. Le malheureux tomba tout étourdi, ses gens le relevèrent et l’emportèrent, tout rentra dans le silence. La Reine prit alors la parole : “Voici la fin, dit-elle, et je suis déshonorée pour toujours. - A moi la honte, dit Lancelot ; c’est moi qui ai péché ; mais lève-toi et cherche un asile dans mon château fort de l’autre côté de la mer. C’est là que je te cacherai jusqu’à mon dernier jour, là qu’avec ma vie je te soutiendrai contre le monde.” Elle répondit : ” Lancelot, veux-tu me soutenir ainsi ? Non, vraiment, mon ami ; car nous nous sommes fait nos adieux. Plût au ciel que tu pusses me cacher à moi-même ! La honte est pour moi, car j’étais épouse et tu n’es point marié. Néanmoins, lève-toi et fuyons ; car je me retirerai dans un sanctuaire et j’y attendrai mon jugement.” Lancelot prit le cheval de la Reine, l’y plaça, et monta sur le sien ; et ils chevauchèrent jusqu’à un endroit où la route se divisait en deux. Là, ils se donnèrent un baiser et se séparèrent en larmes ; car, se conformant au moindre désir de la Reine, il retourna dans son pays. Pour elle, elle s’enfuit à Almesbury,…
‘Lancelot always promised, but he stayed, and they continued to see each other. She said again ”O Lancelot, if you love me, go away.” So they agreed on a night when the good King would be absent, they would come together to separate forever. Pale with love, they met and greeted each other; hands in hands, eyes in eyes, they sat on the edge of the royal bed, stammering and staring: it was their last hour, the intoxication of farewell. Mordred brought his creatures to the foot of the tower to serve as witnesses for him. He began to shout with all his might: ”Get out, traitor! you’re caught in the end.” At these words, Lancelot, as if awakened by a start, rushed out like a lion, jumped on Mordred and threw him headfirst. The unfortunate man fell completely dizzy, his people picked him up and carried him away, everything returned to silence. Then the Queen spoke up: ”Here is the end,” she said, ”and I am disgraced forever.” ”Shame on me,” said Lancelot; “It is I who have sinned; but arise and seek an asylum in my strong castle on the other side of the sea. It is there that I will hide from you until my last day, there that with my life I will support you against the world.” She replied: “Lancelot, will you support me in this way? No, really, my friend; for we bade each other farewell. Heaven forbid that you could hide me from myself! Shame is on me, for I was a wife and you are not married. Nevertheless, arise and let us flee; for I will retire to a sanctuary and await my judgment there.” Lancelot took the Queen’s horse, placed it there, and mounted on his own; and they rode on until they came to a place where the road divided in two. There they gave each other a kiss and parted in tears; for, conforming to the slightest desire of the Queen, he returned to his country. For her, she runs away to Almesbury…’
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I'm reading about how Israel, in the immediate aftermath of the 1948 Nakba, deliberately replaced olive trees and other indigenous flora with European plants. This ecological disaster, which is now proudly hailed under the banner of 'making the desert bloom,' was done to 'de-Arabize' the landscape, and to cover up - often with fast-growing European pine trees -the ruins of Palestinian villages that were destroyed by Zionists forces.
And I just need everyone to read this passage from Pappé, because the symbolism of what happened to those European pine trees in the desert speaks for itself:
The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, by Ilan Pappé (2006, p. 227-228.)
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I shall pass through this world but once, any good thing therefore I can do, or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now, let me not defer it or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.
Jenny Holzer, Untitled In a Dream You Saw a Way To Survive and You Were Full of Joy, 1983-85
700 Palestinians were killed in the last 24 hours and the airstrikes are more violent each night. Gaza's hospitals have fuel left for two more days. Israel only allowed aid into Gaza on the condition they didn't carry fuel. The Indonesian hospital has shut down already, because doctors have no supplies and no choice but to let the wounded die. They're calling it a collapse but the term doesn't do it justice.
Over a 100 incubator babies are at risk. There are 50.000 pregnant women in Gaza right now, and 5.500 due to give birth this month. Menstruating people are taking pills in order to stop their periods, because they do not have pads or water to maintain hygiene. Surgeons are operating without anesthesia. Water is not reaching Gazans because there's no electricity or fuel for water pumps.
There's no excuse for this. Israel justifies the airstrikes by saying they want to destroy Hamas infrastructure and release the hostages, but they have refused to negotiate for their release. Hamas informed Israel they wanted to release two elderly women without anything in return, and Israel refused. Netanyahu said they wouldn't take their own civilians back because it was "mendacious propaganda." When the hostages were finally released, Netanyahu prohibited the hospital from giving press releases. Yocheved Lifshitz went behind their backs and talked to the press anyway, saying she was treated very well by Hamas, but the government abandoned them. They're being used as straw men. Israel is conditioning the entry of fuel to the release of hostages and yet, according to The Wall Street Journal, when Hamas proposed to exchange 50 hostages for fuel they denied. IDF officials have said they fear the release of more hostages because that might withhold the order to their ground invasion. They do not care as long as they can use the hostages as a pretext for their slaughtering.
There's a turning tide for Palestine in public support. Support for Israel was built through decades of propaganda and we are making a dent into it. Zionists are desperate, holding zoom meetings to promote zionism, but we have to do so much more. We have to shame people in power into supporting the Palestinian cause.
Keep yourself updated and share Palestinian voices, looking to inform yourself from the sources. Palestinians have asked of us only that we share, tweet and post, over and over. Muna El-Kurd said every tweet is like a treasure to them, because their voices are repressed on social media and even on this very app. Make it your action item to share something about the Palestinian plight everyday. Here are some resources:
Al Jazeera
Anadolu Agency
Mondoweiss
Boycott Divest Sanction Movement
Palestinian Youth Movement
Mohammed El-Kurd (twitter / instagram)
Al-Shabaka (twitter / instagram)
Mariam Barghouti (twitter / instagram)
Muhammad Shehada (twitter)
Motaz Azaiza (instagram) - reporting directly from Gaza
Take action. You can participate in boycotts wherever you are in the world, through BDS guidelines. Right now, they are focusing on boycotting (don't be overwhelmed by gigantic boycott lists. Only boycott additional brands if you can):
Carrefour
HP
Puma
Sabra
Sodastream
Ahava cosmetics
Israeli fruits and vegetables
Push for a cultural boycott - pressure your favorite artist to speak out on Palestine and cancel any upcoming performances on occupied territory (Lorde cancelled her gig in Israel because of this. It works.)
If you can, participate in direct action or donate. Palestine Action works to shut down Israeli weapons factories in the UK and USA, and have successfully shut down one of their firms in London. Some of the activists are going on trial and are calling for mobilizing on court.
Call your representatives. The Labour Party in the UK had an emergency meeting after several councilors threatened to resign if they didn't condemn Israeli war crimes. Calling to show your complaints works, even more if you live in a country that funds genocide.
FOR PEOPLE IN THE USA: USCPR has developed this toolkit for calls
FOR PEOPLE IN THE UK: Friends of Al-Aqsa UK and Palestine Solidarity UK have made toolkits for calls and emails
FOR PEOPLE IN GERMANY: Here's a toolkit to contact your representatives by Voices in Europe for Peace
FOR PEOPLE IN IRELAND: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace
FOR PEOPLE IN POLAND: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace
FOR PEOPLE IN DENMARK: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace
FOR PEOPLE IN SWEDEN: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace
FOR PEOPLE IN AUSTRALIA: Here's a toolkit by Stand With Palestine
FOR PEOPLE IN CANADA: Here's a toolkit by Indepent Jewish Voices for Canada
Join a protest. Here's a constantly updating list of protests:
Global calendar
USA calendar
Australia calendar
Here are upcoming events:
CANBERRA/NGUNNAWAL, AUSTRALIA – Wed Oct 25, 11 am, National Press Club. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cyh1xy1BMrU/
OXFORD, ENGLAND – Wed Oct 25, 12:15 pm, Cornmarket. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CykroKeInz3/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
SMITH COLLEGE (US) – Wed Oct 25, 12 pm, Chapin Lawn. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CymT8f5vnHN/?img_index=1
ST CATHERINES, ON ( CANADA) – Wed Oct 25, 6 pm, 61 Geneva St Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/889319005528757/
TORONTO, CANADA – Wed Oct 25, 5 pm, Sidney Smith Hall. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyjVbpGvva8/
SANT CUGAT, CATALONIA, SPAIN – Thurs Oct 26, 6 pm, Davant l’Ajuntament. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CynL834tgg9/?img_index=4
MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA – Fri Oct 27, 7 pm, Federation Square. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cyhyd0vhP8t/
LIVORNO, ITALY – Sat Oct 28, 2:30 pm, Piazza Cavour. Info https://www.instagram.com/p/CyiWJ06MXpM/
MINNEAPOLIS, MN (US) – Sat Oct 28, 1 pm, Lake Street and Minnehaha.
ROME, ITALY – Sat Oct 28, Rome. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cyi7ey-MMs1/?img_index=1
ROME, ITALY – Sat Nov 4, Rome. Info TBA: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyndKUitnMU/
WASHINGTON, DC (USA) – Sat Nov 4, 12 pm, White House. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyiecRtr9-B/
Wollongong: Rally at Crown Street Mall Amphitheatre on 21 Oct at 1 PM
Melbourne: Blak and Palestinian Solidarity Rally at Victorian Parliament House Steps on 25 Oct at 6 PM
HOUSTON: Thursday, October 26th, 5:45PM, Rice University, Central Quad
VANCOUVER: OCT 28 at 2PM, Vancouver Art Gallery
KITCHENER: Wednesday October 25th at 5 PM at CBC Kitchener
SANTA ANA: 20 Civic Center Plaza, Santa Ana, CA 92701, October 25th at 5:30 pm
TORONTO: WED. OCT 25 at 7PM at Queen's Park
[CAR RALLY] WASHINGTON D.C: Wednesday 10/25 outside the US State Department on the 23rd Street side
Feel free to add more.
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Lake Bled / Slovenia (by Andy Muir).
The Mystical Flora of St Francis de Sales
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Illustrations for East of the Sun and West of the Moon by Kay Nielsen
Excalibur (1981) | dir. John Boorman
William John Hennessy (1839-1917, Irish) ~ Woman in an Autumn Landscape, 1868
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The Knight of the Flowers (1894)
— by Georges Rochegrosse
(54/54) “I wish I could see it again. Just one more time. I wouldn’t need long. I’d spend a day in Tehran. I’d visit Persepolis, to see the ruins. I’d go to Nahavand, to see my people. To meet their children. And the children of their children. And then I’d go to his tomb. He was buried in his garden. And to stand there one more time, where he tended his trees. Where he sowed his seeds. Seven verses a day. I’d say them quietly in my head, I wouldn’t want to disturb the peace. But something happens, I can’t help it. I feel the heat. I feel the pressure. It’s like a sword pierces my body and I have to let it out: 𝑹𝒂𝒌𝒉𝒔𝒉 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎! The thunder of hooves, the spark of swords, the clash of axes, the single arrow spinning through the air. Who are these Persians? Rumi, Saadi, Hafez, Khayyam, Ferdowsi. Not even a lion! Not even a lion could stand against them! Our kings. Our queens. Our castles. Our battles. Our banquets. Our songs and celebrations. Our culture. Our wisdom. Our choices. Our story. And our words. All of our words. Words of mothers, words of fathers, words that teach, words that fly, words that cut, words that heal, words laughed, words sung, words wept, words prayed, words whispered in a moonlit garden, words of sin, words kissed, words sighed, words spoken from one knee. 𝘔𝘦𝘩𝘳. Words forgotten. Words remembered again. Words written on a page. Words etched on the face of a tomb. 𝘑𝘢𝘢𝘯. 𝘒𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘥. A castle of words! That no wind or rain will destroy! Who we were. Who we were! But also, who we wanted to be. We begin in darkness. A siren screams. A knight appears. A knight with the heart of a lion. A knight with a voice to make, the hardened hearts of warriors quake. A knight who rode out to face the enemy alone, and she roared. She roared! She roared at the enemy lines! Here! Here is your champion! Her wisdom, her soul, her voice, her faith, her power, her heart, her passion, her sin, her choice, her life, her fight, her fire, her fury, her justice! And her hair. Hair like a waterfall. Hair like silk. Hair like night. Hair worthy of a crown. 𝘈𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘪. All of Iran, in a single poem.”
آرزو دارم بار دیگر آن را ببینم. برای یکبار هم که شده. کوته زمانی شاید. یک روز هم در تهران بمانم. سپس به تختجمشید بروم، ویرانههای پرشُکوهش را دیدار کنم. آنگاه سری به نهاوند بروم، با سر بروم، برای دیدن زادگاهم. دیدن مردمانش. دیدن فرزندان و فرزندانِ فرزندانشان. سپس به آرامگاهاش خواهم رفت. در باغاش که خاک پاک اوست. یک بار دیگر آنجا بایستم که او درختاناش را میپروراند. زمینی که دانههایش را در آن میکاشت. هفت بیت شعر میانگین هر روزش را میسرود. سرودههایش را به آرامی در دل و جانم زمزمه کنم. آرامش آنجا را به هم نخواهم زد. بیگمان از درونم احساسی میجوشد، جلویش را نتوانم گرفت. گرمایش را، فشارش را احساس میکنم. شمشیری تنم را میشکافد، فریادم را فرو میخورم: از این سو خُروشی بر آورد رَخش / وزآن سوی اسب یل تاجبخش! پژواک سُم اسبها، درخشش شمشیرها، چکاچاک تبرها، و چرخش تکتیری در آسمان بلند. کیانند اینان، ایرانیان؟ مولانا، سعدی، حافظ، خیام، فردوسی. دل شیر در جنگشان اندکیست! شاهانمان. شهبانوانمان. کاخهامان. نبردهامان. بزمهامان. سرودها و جشنهامان. پهلوانانمان. فرهنگمان. خردمان. گُزینههامان. داستانمان. و واژگانمان. همهی واژگانمان. واژگان مادران، واژگان پدران، واژگانی که میآموزند، واژگانی که پرواز میکنند، واژگانی که میبُرند، واژگانی که بهبودی میبخشند، واژگان خندان، واژگان سروده شده، واژگان زاری، واژگان نیایش، واژگان نجوا شده در باغ مهتابی، واژگان گناه، واژگان بوسیده شده، واژگان آوخ، واژگان گفته شده بر یک زانو. مهر. واژگان فراموش شده. واژگان یادآوری شده. واژگان نوشته شده بر برگ. واژگان حک شده بر آرامگاه. جان. خرد. کاخی از واژگان! که از باد و باران نیابد گزند! که بودهایم. که بودهایم! و چه میخواستیم باشیم. در تاریکی آغاز میکنیم. بانگ آژیری برمیخیزد. سواری پدیدار میشود. پهلوانی با دل شیر. با خُروشی که دلهای استوار جنگیان را میلرزاند. پهلوانی که به تنها تن خویش به نبرد دشمن میرود. و میخُروشد. میخُروشد! میخُروشد بر صف دشمنان! اینجاست، اینجاست پهلوان شما! خِرد او، جان او، آوای او، ایمان او، نیروی او، دل او، شور او، گُناه او، گُزینهی او، زندگی او، زمان او، نبرد او، آتش او، خشم او. داد او! و گیسوان او. گیسوانی چون آبشار. گیسوانی ابریشمین، گیسوانی چون شب. گیسوانی سزاوار تاج. آزادی. همهی ایران در شعری یگانه
Someone was talking quietly of lanterns—but loud enough to light my way.
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