Wednesday, September 19, 2012


the love/hate.

Whether you've been to Beirut or have seen this city in any interpretive medium, there must be a thing or two that make it flawfully unforgettable, 'circa' blood, the seventies, haifa, aesthetic activism and all that jazz.

Apparently I am one of those who 'stayed'. I look around, very convinced. I look around, and not so much. The ticket that would lure me out would not need to be golden. I think I am still lubed of impotent yesterdays and never-happened's.

This city, Beirut, the love/hate, houses my goods and my bads between its remains. Until each and every one of us leaves, I take pictures of us so I remember that we once tried.

Lea and Yasmine hanging around with other people on my bed.

Waiting, like hungry hound-dogs, for Asterix to re-open after its summer break.

Le Chef, Gemmayze, enjoying the smoking ban.

The view from my bed as I re-initiate my Murakami sessions.

Lea decides to move our Murakami sessions to the train station. They kick us out. We use someone else's private space as our public space. 

Lea has wonderful neighbors. 

On Lea's abandoned rooftop with fine rose wine and Niggaz in Paris.

At Sporting club with Ibrahim and Frida dancing to Jade's C U NXT SAT marathon. 6 a.m.

Another 6 a.m. walking home from Horch Tabet.

Corniche elNahr. Poetry and longing on the walls. 

I am meeting Omeia in a bit before she heads to band practice. We could go to the corniche, but I think we'll end up on a pedestrian bridge near my place drinking some form of espresso, watching the cars slide under us in and out of Beirut.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

if birds flying high ever know how we feel -

We have just finished work on something that will change the miniscule.

We have just reordered the rock bottom to fit our egos.
We have let go of our good fortune, our blessings, our social status, our rather normal breathing patterns.
We have just started building the outpost.

Gathered are our sticks and stones, in front of archaic bones, with words that will hurt them.

Summoned are orgasmic flips and throws, to promiscuous thrones, with verbs that will deflate them.

The world will not change. We will.
Breathe in. Then out.

The Pope is here today. Roads back home were all closed. We made it though. We always do. 

Saturday, September 1, 2012

@AbirKopty @Mashrou3Leila #RHCP #Beirut #Palestine #TelAviv

we're opening for Red Hot Chili Peppers - September 6 - Beirut Waterfront. I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight...
7obb wa gharam,
Leila x 

That was a happy Leila yesterday.
A friend sent me a link a couple of hours ago, a blog post by Abir Kopty urging Mashrou' Leila to cancel opening for Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Fine, one would say, let's read her argument. 

Fine, she's a Mashrou' Leila fan, is going to Amman this September to watch their concert, and agrees that their lyrics are an honest manifestation of the world they believe in, and that they haven't and won't compromise artistically in conveying what they have to say.

Fine, she thinks co-boycotting a concert in Tel Aviv is the way to go.
but it becomes a bit Not Fine when she concludes that those who do no boycott the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert in Tel Aviv must be boycotted themselves. NOT FINE!

Abir, what are you? It's easier when one decides. It can be temporary, but what are you?
What do you care about, and what do you want? 

Do you want social values that auto-punish anyone that harms someone else for what they believe in? 
You just boycotted that. Not fine.

Do you want a free state, where Lebanese and Palestinians can have coffee together?
You just boycotted that. Not fine.

Are you interested in a new generation that's keen enough, eloquent enough, to get their message across, which is probably quite similar to your message, a new honest generation that'll change this slum of a phase of Arabia?
You just boycotted that. Not fine.
Arabs have been potty-trained for communal misery, Abir. Boycotting a pop band from performing in Tel Aviv could be a hobby, but your day job must not be that. I'm afraid I'm falling into the same trap you're in, telling you what to do, but I'll just redeem myself by scrapping the request for people to boycott you because you don't fight your battles like they do..

Abir, this is a new place, and if we use our grandfathers' weapons, and our forefathers' games, this Arab sheep-lingo is gonna think it's the alphabet.

Enjoy Amman, I won't be there this time.. but the last time Mashrou' Leila were at the citadel, it was the closest to an Arab Unity scheme since Abdel Nasser. 
Don't boycott that. It won't be fine.