Hi!
I was watching the BBC News Channel last night, and there was a story about a Syrian orchestra being separated by the conflict, and them all trying to get visas from their various countries of settlement in order to come together and play in Holland. Not everyone was able to make it, due to various restrictions, and those that were able had had six months of logistics to deal with. But there was joy in reassembling as well as they could, for they were able to unite in their art and show a different side of Syria. (I think it was a rerun of the documentary made last year which is at the bottom of the link)
So I was already thinking about conflict and the effects on normal lives when these words popped up.
*I live in the UK, so I have spelt ‘favor’ my way in the poem.
Execute Favour* Feature Tactical Conflict Plush Creator Rights Daytime
He did not execute me
As a favour;
Because my eyes
Reminded him of his mother’s.
This fact did not feature
In the official notes, of course.
(None of it had been tactical,
I do not flutter to avoid conflict).
We had not met secretly:
Plush rooms hired –
Me: the creator of his dreams,
Him: sweeping through mine.
There was just that moment:
A cold, walled, corner
Basic human rights upheld…
And then my spot on Daytime TV.
The idea of carrying out daily life not knowing if relatives are going to survive the fighting in your homeland; or bringing a culture to somewhere that might not understand it and therefor resent
you; or suddenly becoming commercially viable to the world for a day or so because of some horrific brush with death you had…these thoughts trouble me. I would not wish the reality of them on anyone.
Have you been finding it hard to watch the news recently? What do you think of when you hear ‘conflict’?
Feel free to ponder in the comments.
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