Let's Face It. We're Undone

We Act And Walk And Speak And Talk In Ways That Consolidate An Impression Of Being A Man Or Being A Woman.

I'm Trying To Think Of What Happens If We Take Expulsion Off The Table For Everyone, And Instead Think About The Rights Of Those Who Have Been Expelled Already, Which Would Include The Various Rights Of Refugees Who Came To Israel In The Aftermath Of Wwii, But Also Those From Other Countries, And What Rights The Palestinians Have Who Have Been Dispossessed Of Their Lands And Homes.

In The Us The Problem Has Been, For Instance, That Nazis Have Rights Of Free Expression, Right? But Other Kinds Of Racist Speech Is Not Protected. And You Have To Link The Speech To Conduct Or To A Certain Kind Of Threat Against Minority Population. I Know That In Europe, This Kind Of Framework Doesn't Exist In The Same Way So It's Very Difficult To Make The Analogy.

What We Need Are Poems That Interrogate The World Of Pronouns, Open Up Possibilities Of Language And Life; Forms Of Politics That Support And Encourage Self-affirmation.

Surely Binationalism Is Not Love, But There Is, We Might Say, A Necessary And Impossible Attachment That Makes A Mockery Of Identity, An Ambivalence That Emerges From The Decentering Of The Nationalist Ethos And That Forms The Basis Of A Permanent Ethical Demand.