On Artistic
Freedom in the National Era
As I am not
a state, I have
no secure
borders nor an army
guarding
its soldiers’ lives
night and
day. And there is no
colored
line drawn by a dusty general
in the
margins of his victory. As I am
not a
legislative council, a dubious
parliament
that is wrongly called a house
of
representatives. As I am not a son
of the
chosen people, neither am I
an Arab
mukhtar. No one will falsely
accuse me
of being supposedly
a
fatherless anarchist who spits
into the
well round which the people
feast on
their holidays. Rejoicing
at their
patriarchs’ tombs.
As I am not
a fatalist or a member
of an
underground that builds churches,
mosques and
synagogues in the hearts
of
children. Who will no doubt die for
the sake of
the Holy Name in Heaven.
As I am no
excavation contractor
or earth
merchant, nor a sculptor
of
tombstones polishing memorials
for the
greater glory of the dead.
As I have
no government, with
or without
a head, and there is no
chairman
sitting on my head, I can
under such
extenuating circumstances
sometimes
allow myself to be human,
a bit free.
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