Perhaps a controversial title for the Buddhist or Taoist. Perhaps not. My poem reflects yet again upon the unresolved and daily more difficult to see and unsee situation in the Levant. No sides in a genocide. Just a slip and slide into ecocide. I conclude my presentation with a poem by Gazan poet Saleh, "When the Sea became a Wall". My partners: synthesizers, vlf, field recordings (Danube), Hack RF SDR, voice. My poem below... oh, and yes, as she says poetry is never defeated.... lest we forget...
love without ghosts would not be love
but love with overwhelming ghosts
becomes that open wail
& shudder of mothers'
guttural grieving
in heaps of former streets of Gaza
Sudan in the anywhere of mass bereavement
especially the most foul removal
there is no side in genocide
but penultimate suicide in steps
race to the death of the race
// white sunlight on this page
as sign you now may see
in some coming instant of illu-
minosity on the this day
in Poland celebrated as Boze Cialo
God's Body, Divine Corpus
there are cirrus, striate,
cumulus, cumulonimbus
and lenticular clouds
to name only the names of the visible
as signs symbols icons of the fullness
of the things suspended from
the other side of no side
on the outside looking within
