SORROW IN THREE

RIP to two American greats, and a Palestinian one too. Never forget Macaroni and Black Moses.


You should read this English translation of a poem Mahmoud Darwish wrote for Edward Said. I particuarly like the part where he is describing Said as he knew him: New York. Edward wakes up to
a lazy dawn. He plays
Mozart.
Runs round the university’s tennis
court.
Thinks of the journey of ideas across
borders,
and over barriers. He reads the New York Times.
Writes out his furious comments. Curses an Orientalist
guiding the General to the weak point
inside the heart of an Oriental woman. He showers. Chooses
his elegant suit. Drinks
his white coffee. Shouts at the dawn:
Do not loiter.
You can also listen to him read it in Arabic on his website.