(A little Verse written in support of those of us who refuse to be forced to take sides in the Gaza conflict by those extremists of any tribe/side who insist that, according to them only, such choices must be made. The Verse has no intentional rhyme and little punctuation and can be read aloud with a slight Rap cadence.)
Well the Stens were quite active in 1948 with their staccato drum-beat bouncing off Jerusalem alley walls long after the Philistines and Israelites had their early bang-up go at it all
But that’s history like the Innocents back then long dead and the weaponry is oh so more effective now
So does it need to happen now and then, that burst of bomb and Spray of Sten, in order to top up that list of dead Innocents
Apparently so if you are a propaganda suck-upperer on either voting side jostling for your tenuous foothold on the middle eastern ramparts of the mythical Hill of Right
So kill those Palestinians kill those Jews and kill the memory of the Philistines and the Israelites as we drive each other from the river to the sea of no return from our mutual stupidities and mutual hatreds and our mutual social media pleas to rent-a-crowd protestors eager to camera-ise their righteously ignorant support for interchangeable lists of either side shooters keen to mound up an awful lot more of those explosive-shredded Innocents
Who ? voted in interchangeable fascist and terrorist killers to ensure the demise of any remotely mutual hopes of peace in the contested sandbox of bloodily gun-downed dreams
Can it be said that babies are the only true Innocents yes it still can because they are too young on either side to be taught the alluring power of Spray of Sten as they cut down children and women and men whose terrorised blood pours into the blot-it-up sandtraps of their’s and their’s and your’s and our’s turn-about vicious and dirty little wars
In the end will it ultimately dawn that nobody adult in the sandlands of recurring revenge is fully Innocent and too many are heat-trigger crazy with my god is better than your god and you have no right to exist and you have no right to return and my blown apart dead score more moral brownies than your’s
And killing you frees me up and killing me frees you up and as the killing spirals up it will create a putrid hill of our dried and dessicated bones with skeletal fingers still trigger-latched to Sten as we all claim the same victory over that pile of sand baking quietly and empty right square bloody bang in the middle of nowhere
But take sides you still say, as long as it’s mine, and you’ll demur and decry at my NO and my polite distancing of myself from you and your sides with an opinion that perhaps you may well be, by proxy if not by deed, with that Sten-Gun Staccato constantly rattling in your mind, just another purveyor of that greased production line churning out yet more mountains of both side’s, never asked for your shit, dead Innocents.
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Keith responds to some Facebook comments, but as ever, not in a way that he , or perhaps anybody else who has a passing interest, expected …
“And so the binary cycle of either/or as the only available single choice that has ever existed amplifies and replicates itself from the echo chamber of herd-following social media commentary, phew, as I or anybody else refuses to supplicate or grovel before the EITHER side or the OR side.
That’s just a little musing of the brain as the covert or overt slings and arrows of wordspeak from either side of the Gaza War fly about in tandem with the deadly hardware as suitable targets are identified and promptly dumped on. Nothing new with that shit though …
You are a reader of AIMN, so am I, and I imagine we at least think before we speak or write. But have you noticed that not everybody’s sneakers are velcroed firmly to that little path of hidden minefields?
So here’s a little test, a bit of weeding out, so that whether you don’t or do agree with me or are totally indifferent at least you will understand what I am going to say after the test, and your time will not be totally wasted and neither will mine.
What Arab country currently blockades the Gaza Palestinians?
What two provinces were merged in 132 AD to form Syria Palaestina?
What event happened in Jerusalem on 22 July, 1946?
I already knew the answers to those questions. Did you? Or did you run to Google? If you fall into either camp you are my sort of person because it shows you have knowledge or curiosity or both. If all you did was want to dive in and comment and bash and call me a smart arse then Sky News and Newscorp are where you go to suck up for your retainer.
ps: Had you supplied the three questions chances are I’d have had to run to Google because I only know what I know. The test was only there to help Trolls and Turds self-identify and hopefully ‘out’ themselves as the deadheads who clog up social media commentary streams.
- The Arab Republic of Egypt. 2. Judaea and Galilee. 3. The King David Hotel was blown up.
I like to update/edit as I go along so as to any comments I may have to say about The Gaza Sten-Gun Staccato …
You know, it took quite a few re-reads of the little Verse before I started to pick up on the gist of both the surface meaning and the complex unfolding of the sub-text.
As I wrote it I felt something. When I read it in completed form I felt something subtly different. On next read there was that subtle difference slightly amplified. And so it has gone with each re-read.
It was not written for the fun of it. It was written to confront and annoy and frustrate and question and inform and scream to the high heavens about what we as human beings do to each other. If anybody is looking for a segue to certainty or the attachment of unquestioned ‘moral rightness’ to any side or any cause the Verse was specifically written to dash such unreal hopes and hold them up to sharp scrutiny.
That many people are unsure about where to categorise the Verse, or even how to effectively attack or praise it, comes as no surprise to me.
Many sense that behind the title lies a very fertile field of self-ambush opportunities for commenters who are quick reactors and very slow critical thinkers. In this case their sensing is dead accurate.
Even as I re-read it I see The Gaza Sten-Gun Staccato as a multi-layered beast of a Piece with mirror shards all through it reflecting back at each one of us our stupidities, our biases, our unsubtle hatreds, our need to revenge, and that is never stable enough ground for anybody to claim primacy in the Realm of Right.
So … The Gaza Sten-Gun Staccato can be seen as a piece of shit, seen as a slowly unfolding piece of verbal art, seen as a waste of time, seen as a valuable use of time, and any opinion largely rests on what you saw of yourself reflected back in all of those broken little mirrors.
I’m glad I was able to write it.
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