I'd like to think about art, but this happened, and the mind is barely able to cope with anything else.
One voice I turn to again and again is that of the Dove, a Lebanese-American woman who lives in California and writes with clarity and reason about the conflict even as her own relatives try to escape their south Lebanon village.
Thanks, Porcupine...
ReplyDeleteI lived in New York City during the 1982 invasion of Lebanon, and for eleven years after that. I saw the Trade Towers go dark the night of the first attack, in '93.
Then in 2001 when I had been gone from New York for almost a decade, 9/11. Watching my beloved city and its people on TV during their pain felt the same as watching Beirut suffer during its terrible civil war.
Beirutis and New Yorkers have a great deal in common - cosmopolitan, polyglot, fashion-conscious, quick-witted. If you really love a city and the life of its citizens, streets and plazas, then you cannot watch the destruction of any city without special horror.
Anyway. I ramble. Thanks for your link and be well.