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.
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Thanks, Porcupine...
I 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.
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