'I Saw Ramallah' by Mourid Barghouti, tr. Ahdaf Soueif, describes the poet's return to the 1967 Palestinian territories after 30 years. It is a document of loss, but to read it after another two decades, knowing what has happened and is happening, makes it almost unbearable.

I quit my job last month. A few months before quitting, this Hindi poem had found its way out of me.

Since not many will see what I post here, I feel free to post this esoteric little pic of a page from Bolaño's 2666. 'The Part About Amalfitano'.

The narrator moves from Amalfitano's dreamscape to objective reality w/o taking a breath. I been thinking abt this for three days now.