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A poem by Labi Siffre

In ethics, moral issues, relationship, religion on March 5, 2013 at 14:50

“Theists
By definition
Deny responsibility
For their moral judgements”

Labi Siffre

In Uncategorized on April 12, 2012 at 06:34

Why do I stay silent, conceal for too long
What clearly is and has been
Practiced in war games, at the end of which we as survivors
Are at best footnotes.

It is the alleged right to first strike
That could annihilate the Iranian people—
Enslaved by a loud-mouth
And guided to organized jubilation—
Because in their territory,
It is suspected, a bomb is being built.

Yet why do I forbid myself
To name that other country
In which, for years, even if secretly,
There has been a growing nuclear potential at hand
But beyond control, because no inspection is available?

The universal concealment of these facts,
To which my silence subordinated itself,
I sense as incriminating lies
And force—the punishment is promised
As soon as it is ignored;
The verdict of “anti-Semitism” is familiar.

Now, though, because in my country
Which from time to time has sought and confronted
Its very own crime
That is without compare
In turn on a purely commercial basis, if also
With nimble lips calling it a reparation, declares
A further U-boat should be delivered to Israel,
Whose specialty consists of guiding all-destroying warheads to where the existence
Of a single atomic bomb is unproven,
But as a fear wishes to be conclusive,
I say what must be said.

Why though have I stayed silent until now?
Because I thought my origin,
Afflicted by a stain never to be expunged
Kept the state of Israel, to which I am bound
And wish to stay bound,
From accepting this fact as pronounced truth.

Why do I say only now,
Aged and with my last ink,
That the nuclear power of Israel endangers
The already fragile world peace?
Because it must be said
What even tomorrow may be too late to say;
Also because we—as Germans burdened enough—
Could be the suppliers to a crime
That is foreseeable, wherefore our complicity
Could not be redeemed through any of the usual excuses.

And granted: I am silent no longer
Because I am tired of the hypocrisy
Of the West; in addition to which it is to be hoped
That this will free many from silence,
That they may prompt the perpetrator of the recognized danger
To renounce violence and
Likewise insist
That an unhindered and permanent control
Of the Israeli nuclear potential
And the Iranian nuclear sites
Be authorized through an international agency
By the governments of both countries.

Only this way are all, the Israelis and Palestinians,
Even more, all people, that in this
Region occupied by mania
Live cheek by jowl among enemies,
And also us, to be helped.

What Must Be Said by

Gunter Grass

Persona non grata in Israel

In Uncategorized on April 11, 2012 at 09:39

FM Lieberman says German author who labeled Israel ‘threat to world peace’ would be willing to ‘sacrifice Jewish nation to sell a few more books.’ Yishai: His poems fan the flames of hatred against Israel

Attila SomfalviPublished:

04.08.12, 12:35 / Israel News  

Interior Minister Eli Yishai declared Guenter Grass Persona non grata in Israel, this after the German Nobel literature laureate published a poem in which he criticized Israel’s nuclear program and labeled the Jewish state a threat to “already fragile world peace” over its stance on Iran.

 Yishai’s move means that Grass, 84, would not be permitted to enter Israel if he asked to do so. “Grass’ poems fan the flames of hatred against Israel and the Israeli people, thus promoting the idea he was a part of when donned an SS uniform. His distorted poems are not welcome in Israel and might receive a following in Iran,” the minister said.

In Uncategorized on October 19, 2011 at 13:10

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

Otherwise
Jane Kenyon
1996
Graywolf Press, St. Paul, Minn.

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