Mam! This photograph should hang in every sacred place this coming Good Friday.

I will have to banish this image from my mind by the end of today, it’s too much to bear, but I’ll keep it safe in my heart.

GAZA, OUTSIDE A BUILDING BELONGING TO THE DHAHEER FAMILY DESTROYED BY AN ISRAELI OCCUPYING ARMY ATTACK ON RAFAH, YESTERDAY, ‘HOLY WEDNESDAY’ IN THE CHRISTIAN ‘HOLY WEEK’CALENDAR.

An image beyond words. Mam’s face, her son and daughter’s faces. Every detail grabs you: that wall and especially her two handbags. The black one could belong to Ann ap.

Mam’s hug is as sacred as Anna Akhmatova’s words in ‘Lamentation’: ‘With them goes the Mother of God, Wrapping her son in a shawl.’ This photograph is a charisma, Mam’s divinely conferred gift of grace to me. In fact, to all of us, if we have the courage to look with her and not at her. 

On the Cross, the Crucified One, looking at his Mam, turned to his disciple John, and said: ‘Behold your Mother.’ Maybe, this Easter, the Crucified One is challenging us to look at this Palestinian Mam, and to look after her, as if she was our own mother, just as Jesus asked John to look after his Mam, Mary.

Mam! Bendith arnat a dy Blant. Bless you and your Children. Salaam.

A step too far for Christian bishops this Easter?

Church of England & Church in Wales bishops appear to be afraid, this Easter, of tackling Jewish Zionist genocide / ethnic cleansing / forced transfer / massacres / mass terrorism etc in their statements regarding the Slaughter in Gaza. (It’s not really a war, is it?). Yes, none of their press releases have included any of these phrases.

Jesus confronts the Pharisees

Lo and behold! It appears that most Welsh and Westminster politicians are singing from the same hymn sheet as the bishops, preferring to hide behind that meaningless phrase ‘“humanitarian ceasefire”Come on, we know by now, what that really means.

GAZA Shaboura refugee camp in the city of Rafah

Playtime … Gaza style

On the Cross, Jesus addressed the religious and political elite of his day with these three simple words: “Abba, forgive them”.

The Truth – Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd?

According to a 19th century legend, the Truth and the Lie meet one day. The Lie says to the Truth: “It’s a marvellous day today”! The Truth looks up to the skies and sighs, for the day was really beautiful.

They spend a lot of time together, ultimately arriving beside a well.

The Lie tells the Truth: “The water is very nice, let’s take a bath together!” The Truth, once again suspicious, tests the water and discovers that it indeed is very nice. They undress and start bathing. Suddenly, the Lie comes out of the water, puts on the clothes of the Truth and runs away. The furious Truth comes out of the well and runs everywhere to find the Lie and to get her clothes back.

The World, seeing the Truth naked, turns its gaze away, with contempt and rage.

The poor Truth returns to the well and disappears forever, hiding therein, its shame. Since then, the Lie travels around the world, dressed as the Truth, satisfying the needs of society, because, the World, in any case, harbours no wish at all to meet the naked Truth.

Truth coming out of her Well by Jean-Leon Gerome

Truth at the bottom of the Well – Gerome

Truth Killed – Gerome 1895

Jean-Leon Gerome d. 1904

Jean-Léon Gérôme was a French painter and sculptor in the style now known as academicism. His paintings were so widely reproduced that he was “arguably the world’s most famous living artist by 1880.” 

‘Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd?’ A Welsh saying that means ‘Truth Against the World’ or ‘Will Truth Really Take on this World’ nowadays?

Y Gwir yn Erbyn y Byd – somewhere in Caerleon

If they think they ha’ slain our Goodly Fere They are fools eternally.

Fere’ means something like ‘best mate’. It is pronounced ‘feer’.

Ballad of the Goodly Fere by Ezra Pound (d.1972)

Simon Zelotes speaketh it somewhile after the Crucifixion.

Ha’ we lost the goodliest fere o’ all
For the priests and the gallows tree?
Aye lover he was of brawny men,
O’ ships and the open sea.

When they came wi’ a host to take Our Man
His smile was good to see,
“First let these go!” quo’ our Goodly Fere,
“Or I’ll see ye damned,” says he.

Aye he sent us out through the crossed high spears
And the scorn of his laugh rang free,
“Why took ye not me when I walked about
Alone in the town?” says he.

Oh we drank his “Hale” in the good red wine
When we last made company,
No capon priest was the Goodly Fere
But a man o’ men was he.

I ha’ seen him drive a hundred men
Wi’ a bundle o’ cords swung free,
That they took the high and holy house
For their pawn and treasury.

They’ll no’ get him a’ in a book I think
Though they write it cunningly;
No mouse of the scrolls was the Goodly Fere
But aye loved the open sea.

If they think they ha’ snared our Goodly Fere
They are fools to the last degree.
“I’ll go to the feast,” quo’ our Goodly Fere,
“Though I go to the gallows tree.”

“Ye ha’ seen me heal the lame and blind,
And wake the dead,” says he,
“Ye shall see one thing to master all:
‘Tis how a brave man dies on the tree.”

A son of God was the Goodly Fere
That bade us his brothers be.
I ha’ seen him cow a thousand men.
I have seen him upon the tree.

He cried no cry when they drave the nails
And the blood gushed hot and free,
The hounds of the crimson sky gave tongue
But never a cry cried he.

I ha’ seen him cow a thousand men
On the hills o’ Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between,
Wi’ his eyes like the grey o’ the sea,

Like the sea that brooks no voyaging
With the winds unleashed and free,
Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret
Wi’ twey words spoke’ suddently.

A master of men was the Goodly Fere,
A mate of the wind and sea,
If they think they ha’ slain our Goodly Fere
They are fools eternally.

I ha’ seen him eat o’ the honey-comb
Sin’ they nailed him to the tree.

Frank Wright writes:

It is a brotherly look at a friend without equal. This ballad is talk, not a song. It is to be read as if hearing the voice of the apostle Simon Zelotes speak about his best friend. Try to listen to him. Perhaps it works better if you imagine Simon having some rural accent – someone who is a bit of a lad.

At the end of this remarkable glance of the Lord there is a moment which makes good poems great. Pound leaves you with an image which will not leave. It is golden, singular and unforgettable. This is what it means to be an imagist. His words threw a gilded beauty on the mind, which haunts you with its splendour.

Christ and the Good Thief Tiziano Vercelli (“Titian”), 1566

Ezra Pound

What moral code rules your life? Ramona Wadi on Israel’s twisted logic … and morality.

As Al Jazeera reported yesterday, the settler-colonial state asked the International Court of Justice (ICJ) to refrain from issuing emergency orders as requested by South Africa, describing these as “an abuse of procedures”. South Africa’s legal recourse of 6 March, declared Israel’s lawyers, is “wholly unfounded in fact and law, morally repugnant, and represents an abuse both of the Genocide Convention and of the court itself.”

And there you have it in a nutshell: Israel’s twisted logic:

The slightest measures to prevent genocide are “morally repugnant.”

That tells you all you need to know about Israeli morality. It is probably only a matter of time before the apartheid state deems genocide to be in accordance with international law as long as it suits its own colonial interests

Ramona Wadi is an independent researcher, freelance journalist, book reviewer and blogger. Her writing covers a range of themes in relation to Palestine, Chile and Latin America.

What code rules your life?

In 1916 Jakob Klatzkin wrote in ‘Der Jude’: “Only the Jewish Code rules our life. Whenever other laws are forced upon us, we regard them as dire oppression and constantly dodge them. We form in ourselves a closed juridical and business corporation. A strong wall built by us separates us from the people of the lands in which we live – and behind that wall is a Jewish State”.

‘Praise of Wisdom’ 1943, Jakob Klatzkin: Text 10, The Book of Secrets, is a wisdom instruction. It argues that true wisdom can come only from God and is a unique possession of the chosen people, Israel.

This kind of ideology might help explain why the Zionist state of Israel, clearly a law-unto-itself, has, as of 2013, been condemned in 45 resolutions by the United Nations Human Rights Council (UNHRC).

Klatzkin made a radical distinction between two types of Jewish existence, namely, the ‘false’ exile or diaspora Jew and the true ‘national’ Jew. The former is a pure enemy of life, the latter a true political being, the only genuine Jew. For him secular Zionism is, in fact, a kind of transfigured theology.

For Klatzkin, both Christianity and traditional Judaism follow the authority of a devious spiritual God.

STILL ‘EYELESS IN GAZA’ SUMMER 2025

‘EYELESS IN GAZA’ 2024I first wrote this back in April 2024 . And shared it again in October 2024 … and now, again, in the summer of 2025!

In 1936, the very night that the Spanish Civil War broke out, Aldous Huxley published a novel entitled ‘Eyeless in Gaza’. It’s the story of a man, disillusioned with the immorality of the modern world, searching for a more meaningful life. He embarks on a quest that leads him, eventually, to spiritual enlightenment.

One sentence from the book stands out for me today: “Hell is the incapacity to be other than the creature one finds oneself ordinarily behaving as”.

Fast forward to 2024: Zionism has always been a hellish creed. It’s obvious by now, that Zionists are totally unable to change their behaviour towards ‘the other’, the Palestinian.  

But there is more to come in Huxley’s ‘Gaza’: “As though you could use violent, unjust means and achieve peace and justice! Means determine ends”. Violence has been at the heart of Zionist ideology from its inception.  A violence brought to perfection in the Gazan massacres of 2024 … and on-going in 2025.

And then, finally, Huxley, back in 1936, describing today’s rulers and the Main Stream Media: “Those who defend war have invented a pleasant sounding vocabulary of abstractions in which to describe the process of mass murder”. On 23 February 2024 the Whitehall/Westminster legal expert, Professor Dan Sarooshi K.C., a specialist in public international law, gave a great performance in the Hague, supporting Israel’s mass murder in Gaza, by arguing that only by negotiating via the UN Security Council (SC) can the future of Palestine be resolved. He championed Security Council decisions that Israel always ignores. A SC where the USA-UK will always veto decisions that fail to support Israel.

Just as Anthony Beavis, Huxley’s protagonist, came of age in the spiritual and moral vacuum left by World War 1, I suggest that we are still trying to figure out how to deal with that vacuum.

World War 2 was another stage of WW1, Part II, if you like.  

The USA/NATO/UK/EU Ukrainian proxy war on Russia, that started, by the way in 2014 (and escalated on 24.02.22) is Part III of that age-long European conflict.

Beavis even embraced the violence of a revolutionary life style in Mexico, for a while, that left him with both a shattered leg and soul.

I fear for our shattered soul as Brits.

I fear for the shattered soul of Europe.

No one knows why Huxley chose Gaza as the title of his novel. Beavis never visited that part of Palestine. But the Biblical Israelite archetypal super-hero Samson certainly did.

Samson was captured by the Philistines, his eyes burned out and then taken to Gaza where he was forced to work at grinding grain in a mill.

The title of Huxley’s book as taken from a phrase in John Milton’s ‘Samson Agonistes’. (‘Agonistes’ is a person engaged in a struggle or conflict). Milton is regarded as one of the greatest English poets, second only to Shakespeare. His ‘Paradise Lost’ is the most famous epic poem in the English language.

The modern-day Zionist dream of a homeland in Biblical Palestine has become, by 2024, the nightmare that many believed it always was. Modern ‘Israel’ is today’s ‘Paradise Lost’, although the original paradise was only an illusion. Milton even wrote a sequel called ‘Paradise Regained’.

Israel’s army of occupation – Israel Occupation Forces (IOF), wrongly described as ‘Israel Defense Forces’ (IDF) is currently busy cleansing Gaza and the West Bank, of Palestinians, in a desperate and violent attempt to regain its fantasy paradise on earth.

Milton’s key phrase goes like this:   

Promise was that I Should Israel from Philistian yoke deliver! Ask for this great Deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the Mill with slaves, Himself in bonds under Philistian yoke’.

Samson was a prisoner of the Philistines.

Palestinians today are prisoners of Zionist Israel. The Israelite super-hero, Samson, was blind. Today’s Zionist would-be-super-hero Netanyahu is, in a very real sense, ‘eyeless in Gaza’:

Blind to the reality facing him and his regime.

In fact, Zionism is ‘eyeless in Gaza’.

Samson was “blind among enemies, O worse than chains”, writes Milton.

Zionism/Israel in 2025 is still prisoner to a reality far more dangerous than physical chains, because its chains are spiritual/existential.

Israel has blinded itself.

Milton’s words are over three and a half centuries old, but they could have been written for Israel and its Western patrons today.   

Thou art become (O worst imprisonment!) The Dungeon of thy self; thy soul (Which men enjoying sight oft without cause complain) Imprisoned now indeed, In real darkness of the body dwells, Shut up from outward light To incorporate with gloomy night For inward light alas Puts forth no visual beam”.

“The dungeon of thy self; thy soul!”

Sad words.

Frightening words.

What better symbol of this ‘dungeon’ than Israel’s current ‘security wall’? Even a child knows that there’s always two sides to every wall. Who really is the prisoner? Who really is free? Maybe Israel’s wall should be re-named Israel’s ‘Insecurity Wall’!

Enforced by the Jewish spiritual elite way back in Babylon 2,500 years ago, a ghetto mentality still lies at the heart of Zionism.

Today’s Zionist ghetto in Palestine is crowned with an iron dome.

Milton himself went blind. Physically blind. But for Milton, Samson’s blindness was symbolic as well as physical. Samson was spiritually blind. He suffered from an inner blindness, because he ‘saw himself (pardon the pun) as a divine messenger, although this is never confirmed in Milton’s ‘Gaza’: something wasn’t quite right with the Israelite super-hero’s spiritual vision. Blind to the voice of reason, he was always prone to act hastily.

Maybe Samson is Netanyahu’s patron saint?

Needless to say, there are acts of violence aplenty in Milton’s Samson. It’s a drama that praises violence. It’s a play turned-on by violence. Elated by a violence that highlights the revenge and destruction of Israel’s enemies. A violence that leads to Samson’s unavoidable suicide, as he sets in motion a brutal massacre of Philistine civilians who were in the building feasting with him. In an act of religious terror, Samson died in order to wreak vengeance on his God’s enemies.

So ‘horrid a spectacle’, to quote Milton, God’s original ‘shock and awe’. A ‘place of horror’.

Milton’s seventeenth century spectacular drama of holy violence and revenge is exactly what we are witnessing today in Gaza, but this is no theatrical drama, although military men delight in referring to it as a ‘theatre of war’.

The play’s final 250 lines is all about death: ‘Mercy of Heav’n, what hideous noise was that! Horribly loud, unlike the firmer shout ... Noise call you it, or universal groan, As if the whole inhabitation perished? Blood, death, and dreadful deeds are in that noise, Ruin, destruction at the utmost point … Of ruin indeed methought I heard the noise … The desolation of a hostile city”.

But it isn’t just the present-day Zionists who are ‘eyeless in Gaza’.

Our collective Western leaders are just as blind.

Blind to the horrors of Gaza and equally blind to the unfolding nightmare that is modern Israel.

Something more than ‘politics’ is going on here.

Something other than the fear of standing-up to the power of the Zionist lobby in the West, or the fading imperial might of the USA.

‘Our’ leaders are suffering from something far more serious than moral cowardice.

They are suffering from a serious illness of the soul.  

I’ve struggled to put my finger on it. And when I begin to sense what the ailment might be, I’m not enough of a poet to put it into words. And then I remember what I did in 1970, unhappy as I was with the training I was receiving at the end of my first year in Theological College (Seminary).

I knew little about T S Eliot (TSE) in those days, but a few words of his spoke to me powerfully, as I began my training in the priesthood. I nailed them on the main door of the college and was duly informed that I would not be allowed to return the following autumn!

Little did I imagine that over half-a-century later ‘those words’ would apply to ‘our’ political and media establishment in the West. TSE is one of the poets I grew up with, and I will forever be grateful to him for articulating what I feel about our current crisis in the West.

For me TSE’s words have become sacred words.

The ‘Hollow Men’ a modern litany.

These are the words:

    ‘We are the hollow men
    We are the stuffed men
    Leaning together
    Headpiece filled with straw’.

Even now I shudder when I read them and continue to absorb them.

Words as potent and relevant today as they were almost a century ago. 1925! There we go again – we in the West are still coming-to-terms with the trauma of the Great War. The war-to-end-all wars!   

But other words from the ‘Hollow Men’ have also come-into-their-own, as I cope with the Gazan eyes that look out on us in 2025. Eyes that are looking at us even if our leaders are unable and afraid to look the Palestinians in-the-eye:

 ‘The eyes are not here
    There are no eyes here
    In this valley of dying stars
    In this hollow valley
    This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
   
    In this last of meeting places
    We grope together
    And avoid speech
    Gathered on this beach’.

Unable to speak the truth, our hollow men and women are trapped in an in-between world, a sort of limbo, where they are impotent to do anything of real value. What they have done is help to reduce Gaza to ‘a ‘dead land’, a wasteland, while failing to respond to

‘The supplication of a dead man’s hand

Under the twinkle of a fading star’.

TSE, of course, wasn’t referring to the ‘fading’ Star of David, nor was he referring to Gaza when he talked about the cactus or ‘prickly pear’ that many Palestinian children now suck as the only source of water and nourishment. Nor was he thinking of Samson when he mentioned the ‘broken jaw’:

Then Samson said, “With the jawbone of a donkey, I’ve piled them in heaps! With the jawbone of a donkey, I’ve killed a thousand men!” (Judges 15:16).

Samson’s jawbone was far from being broken, no more than Israel and the USA’s weapons of war are broken today. And yet!

And yet, it is the piles upon piles upon piles upon piles of broken and dead bodies in Gaza today, that bear witness to how spiritually and morally broken Israel and the West have become in 2024.

Hollow!

Our hollow men and women are just that. Hollow. For “the kingdom … death’s twilight kingdom”, belongs to them. They will continue to ‘grope together’ and whisper meaninglessly in the coming years. Our children and grand-children’s future rests on this hollowness, and there’s nothing much we can do about it.

But wait a minute, maybe there is something we can do.

We are not totally impotent.

We can educate ourselves about a traditional nursery rhyme,  although TSE’s bush is no mulberry bush. It’s very prickly. It has thorns:

“Here we go round the prickly pear

Prickly pear prickly pear

Here we go round the prickly pear “…

It’s a bush for grown-ups. But our grown-up politicians are like-children. They have no idea how to tackle it. They keep on going round-and round-and-round-and-round in what has become a meaningless ritual.

We must take every opportunity to witness to the fact that our politicians, our leaders, are like little children, playing in the school yard. We must not be afraid to mock their empty rituals. We must not back-off from challenging them to grow-up.

Generations of Brits depend on that maturity.

Equally, generations of Palestinians depend on it as well.

I end with TSE’s “supplication of a dead man’s hand”.

TSE was well aware that ‘supplication’ is a religious word. It’s not ‘begging’ but a humble plea or prayer that God will answer your supplication or request.

As our leaders in the west dance the dance of the prickly pear, make no mistake: ignore the dead man’s humble request and that ubiquitous star flying over Gaza will, eventually, disappear as well.

For, “voices are in the wind’s singing

More distant and more solemn

Than a fading star”.

My hope, in the summer of 2025, is this: that while our eyeless politicians dance their nursery rhyme, they may start to listen to those “distant, solemn voices.”

Gaza Madonna by Amanda

‘When thought is closed in caves, then love shall show its root in deepest hell’. Blake (Jerusalem).

26 February 2024. Aaron Bushnell 25 years old.

An active-duty member of the U.S. Air Force set himself on fire yesterday outside the Israeli embassy in Washington, D.C., in protest of the Biden administration’s enabling of the Israeli genocide in Gaza.

“I will no longer be complicit in genocide. I’m about to engage in an extreme act of protest but, compared to what people have been experiencing in Palestine at the hands of their colonizers, it’s not extreme at all. This is what our ruling class has decided will be normal.”

“He is one of the most principled comrades I’ve ever known,” said Xylem, who worked with Bushnell to support San Antonio’s unhoused residents. “He’s always trying to think about how we can actually achieve liberation for all with a smile on his face,” said Errico.

Children, women and men in Gaza are being burned alive, are suffocating to death under collapsed buildings, are having operations and amputations without anaesthesia, are starving to death, are watching their loved ones die in front of them, are experiencing suffering of a degree that very few of us here in the west can even imagine. And our ruling class is absolutely attempting to normalize this for us. (Caitlin Johnstone).

Aaron’s last words were “Free Palestine”.

A police officer showed up pointing a gun at the man’s burning body; I guess that’s just what American cops do when they aren’t sure what to do. Someone who was actually trying to save the man reportedly yelled “I don’t need guns, I need fire extinguishers!” (Caitlin Johnstone).

You simply cannot fit more America into a single incident than a man dying a horrifying death in protest of war crimes while a first responder screams at cops to stop pointing their guns at him and go get fire extinguishers. If you were to pick a single moment in history to sum up the essence and expression of the US empire, that would be it (Caitlin Johnstone).

Comments: This shows that even people living so far off are so traumatised … Just imagine the what the Palestinians are going through. I feel so sad about what this poor man went through and how his loved ones must be feeling … I wonder what spin the government is going to put on this story … Had the war on Gaza ‘pushed him over the edge’, as the saying goes? Probably. It was too much for a sensitive soul to bear.

Last December a protester set herself on fire outside the Israeli Consulate in Atlanta, Georgia USA.

Aaron, of course, was not guilty of the crimes committed in Gaza.  The only ones guilty of these crimes, however, are those who directly carry them out or provide direct support (arms, intelligence, etc.) to the culprits.

Imagine if this had happened in front of the Kremlin – it would be front page news all over the Western world by today. Bendith arno a’i deulu. Blessings on his soul. Blessings on his family and friends.

Letter to the Children of Gaza by Chris Hedges

A LETTER TO THE CHILDREN OF GAZA: “We have failed you. This is the awful guilt we carry. We tried. But we did not try hard enough. We will go to Rafah. Many of us, reporters, we will stand outside the border with Gaza and protest. We will write and film. This is what we do. It is not much, but it is something. We will tell your story again. Maybe it will be enough to earn the right to ask for your forgiveness.”

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Christopher Lynn Hedges is a sixty-seven years old American prize winning journalist, author, commentator and Christian Presbyterian minister.

“Corporate culture, like all cultures of death, makes war on love, truth, justice and beauty and numbs us to the questions about the search for meaning and the struggle to face our mortality”. Words from a sermon 20 January 2019. ‘The Issue Before Us is Death’.

The Western ‘Cult of Death’ has reached a new level of depravity in the Israeli/ Anglo- American war on the Palestinians. ‘Our’ Westminster/Whitehall government IS complicit in the Ethnic Cleansing/Forced Transfer/Massacre/Torture of 2.3 million Palestinians.

‘Those people were a kind of solution ‘…

What would Georg Trakl (d.1914) make of the horrors of Gaza 2024, as well as the illegal settlements on Palestinian soil? Gaza is in West Asia not the Occident, for ‘occident’ is a term for the West, traditionally comprising anything that belongs to the ‘Western world’, which Zionist Israel clearly does.

Occident- III by Georg Trakl

You mighty cities

Built from stone

On the plain!

So speechless

The homeless one follows

The wind with dark forehead,

Bleak trees by the hill.

You widely dusking rivers!

In storm clouds

The scary afterglow

Frightens enormously.

You dying people!

Pale wave

Breaking on the beach of night,

Falling stars.

While Palestinians are being massacred, white supremacist Jews are ‘dying’ … in a very real sense … dying slowly … slowly … the rubble of Gaza an open grave for what was always a Zionist nightmare.

Now what’s going to happen to us without barbarians? Those people were a kind of solution’ – wrote C P Cavafy’s ‘Waiting for the Barbarians’ 1904.

1904 … 1914 … 2024 … ‘a kind of solution’! Really ! ‘And some of our men just in from the border say there are no barbarians any longer’ … Really!