July 29, 2014 Nathalie Handal Gaza Once in a tiny strip dark holes swallowed hearts and one child told another withdraw your breath whenever the night wind is no longer a land of dreams The Gazans I died before I lived I lived once in a grave now I’m told it’s not big enough to hold all of my deaths Tiny Feet A mother looks at another— a sea of small bodies burnt or decapitated around them— and asks, How do we mourn this?
Jul 31 2014 By Ramona Wadi International abandonment a horizon exploding in hideous light beneath the massacred canopy echoes of footsteps, voices, laments the tapestry unravels, threads suffocating street corners, pavements, rubble and sand melting faces dissipating in kaleidoscopic chronology smeared with crimson hues parched land, resistant territory tears trailing from the enclave nurturing remembrance in green inscribing Palestine from Gaza a memory resilient against an oblivious world, immersed in a banquet of veins ripped from bodies to sustain the colonial massacre speckled floors, white sheets bearing the remains of displaced vengeance ruptured children, peeling skin, exposed skulls in incandescent assemblies, from varnished stands imperialism claims interpretations justifying trophy relics a transient applause constructed in rhetoric a call emanates, individual tones celebrating a common inscription a harvest of Palestine for Palestinians, tangible in the cacophony of disturbed dawn - Ramona Wadi is an independent researcher, freelance journalist, book reviewer and blogger, focusing on the struggle for memory in Palestine and Chile.
Michael Rosen Thursday 24 July 2014 Israel bans radio advert listing names of children killed in Gaza (Guardian 24.07.14) Don't mention the children. Don't name the dead children. The people must not know the name of the dead children. The names of the children must be hidden. The children must be nameless. The children must leave this world having no names. No one must know the names of the dead children.