I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.
Mahmoud DarwishRead
For the Arabs in Israel there is always a tension between nationality and identity.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the complex relationship between national identity and personal identity in a specific cultural context.
Mahmoud Darwish highlights the internal conflict faced by Arabs in Israel, where their cultural and national identities may clash. This tension stems from historical and socio-political factors that create a struggle to maintain personal identity without compromising their sense of belonging to a nation, showcasing the intricate nature of identity in a multicultural society.
In practice
In a speech on multiculturalism, one could use this quote to illustrate the struggles of balancing different identities.
I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.
Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.
Some people ask, 'How do you attract the young and so many different people when your poetry is complicated and different?' I say, 'My accomplishment is that my readers trust me and accept my suggestions for change.'
Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.
The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.
A person can only be born in one place. However, he may die several times elsewhere: in the exiles and prisons, and in a homeland transformed by the occupation and oppression into a nightmare.
To become a celebrity is to become a brand name. There is Ivory Soap, Rice Krispies, and Philip Roth. Ivory is the soap that floats; Rice Krispies the breakfast cereal that goes snap-crackle-pop; Philip Roth the Jew who masturbates with a piece of liver.
Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.
I'm going to show you the real New York - witty, smart, and international - like any metropolis. Tell me this: where in Europe can you find old Hungary, old Russia, old France, old Italy? In Europe you're trying to copy America, you're almost American. But here you'll find Europeans who immigrated a hundred years ago - and we haven't spoiled them. Oh, Gio! You must see why I love New York. Because the whole world's in New York.
It comes down to this: black people were stripped of our identities when we were brought here, and it's been a quest since then to define who we are.
I seldom end up where I wanted to go, but almost always end up where I need to be.
Sometimes immense things, like war and death and aging, are best seen from the corner of the eye and written of only obliquely, with tremendous lightness.
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