1.
Yesterday I was rereading Chilean poet Nicanor Parra’s After-Dinner Declarations, which I first read in 2013, and came across this page with my scribbles:
2.
In Dear Layla Welcome to Palestine, these scribbles became this chapter:
Postcard from Gaza/1
Dear Layla
I’d rather be preoccupied with your daily routine
Than be occupied with this occupation
At least for ten minutes
Than be occupied with this occupation
At least for ten minutes
Write me when you have a second
Tell me the names of the bones I use
In the process of writing you this postcard
Tell me the names of the bones I use
In the process of writing you this postcard
Doc Schimmel

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