Mahmoud Darwish, the world’s most recognized Palestinian poet, whose prose gave voice to the Palestinian experience of exile, occupation and infighting, died on Saturday in Houston, Texas.
Darwish was my introduction to Palestine. I can imagine that’s true for a lot of people like myself who, as students, fell in love with either Arabic or the Middle East or for whatever reason picked up a translation. Unfortunately, It Was Paradise drew me in, made me wish I could read his words in Arabic (I still can’t, though spoken, I get some), or that the rest of his works were translated.
And so today, another great soul lost.
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*I would probably add lemurs to Madagascar and the Marrakesh Express to Morocco, but otherwise probably pretty accurate, huh?
New York. I’ve been longing to live there since before I’d ever really been, and especially since college (which I attended in upstate New York and thus traveled to the city quite often). But as I mentioned to friends over brunch Sunday, I know that if I ever move there, I’ll never leave, and so keep putting it off.
I love the grunge, the colors, the concrete. I love the juxtaposition of new and old, foreign and familiar, colorful and drab. I love the smells, the sounds, the people.
I love how it’s the only place in the US where you can find certain things: $5 scarves, knockoff Prada, Hofbrauhaus beer. Squid on the sidewalk.
I love how there are so many tourist shops, which sell absolutely everything, as evidenced from this photo:
I love the whimsy. Grabauskas could take a cue from whomever is running the MTA.
Of course, I didn’t just go to New York for the first time in two years for no reason at all. I went to see this people:
And these amazingly lifelike dinosaurs:
And enjoyed myself immensely.