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"What I Will"
I will not dance to your war drum.
I will not lend my soul nor my bones to your war drum.
I will not dance to that beating.
I know that beat.
It is lifeless.
I know intimately that skin you are hitting.
It was alive once,
hunted, stolen,
I will not dance to your drummed-up war.
I will not pop, spin, break for you.
I will not hate for you
or even hate you.
I will not kill for you.
Especially I will not die for you.
I will not mourn the dead with murder nor suicide.
I will not side with you or dance to bombs
because everyone is dancing.
Everyone can be wrong.
Life is a right, not collateral or casual.
I will not forget where I come from.
I will craft my own drum.
Gather my beloved near,
and our chanting will be dancing.
Our humming will be drumming.
I will not be played.
I will not lend my name nor my rhythm to your beat.
I will dance and resist and dance and persist and dance.
This heartbeat is louder than death.
Your war drum ain't louder
than this breath. Haaa.
What's up TED people? Let me hear you make some noise.
A bunch of pacifists.
Confused, aspiring pacifists.
I understand.
I've been wrong a lot lately.
Like a lot.
So I couldn't figure out
what to read today.
I mean, I've been saying I've been prepping.
What that means is prepping my outfit,
prepping options,
trying to figure out what I'm coming behind
and going in front of.
Poetry does that.
It preps you. It aims you.
So I am going to read a poem
that was chosen just now.
But I'm going to need you
to just sit for like 10 minutes
and hold a woman who is not here.
Hold her now
with you.
You don't need to say her name out loud, you can just hold her.
Are you holding her?
This is "Break Clustered."
All holy history banned.
Unwritten books predicted the future, projected the past.
But my head unwraps
around what appears limitless,
man's creative violence.
Whose son shall it be?
Which male child will perish a new day?
Our boys' deaths galvanize.
We cherish corpses.
We mourn women, complicated.
Bitches get beat daily.
Profits made, prophets ignored.
War and tooth, enameled salted lemon childhoods.
All colors run, none of us solid.
Don't look for shadow behind me. I carry it within.
I live cycles of light and darkness.
Rhythm is half silence.
I see now, I never was one and not the other.
Sickness, health, tender violence.
I think now I never was pure.
Before form I was storm,
blind, ign'ant -- still am.
Human contracted itself blind, malignant.
I never was pure.
Girl spoiled before ripened.
Language can't math me.
I experience exponentially.
Everything is everything.
One woman loses 15, maybe 20, members of her family.
One woman loses six.
One woman loses her head.
One woman searches rubble. One woman feeds on trash.
One woman shoots her face. One woman shoots her husband.
One woman straps herself.
One woman gives birth to a baby.
One woman gives birth to borders.
One woman no longer believes love will ever find her.
One woman never did.
Where do refugee hearts go?
Broken, dissed,
placed where they're not from, don't want to be missed.
Faced with absence.
We mourn each one
or we mean nothing at all.
My spine curves spiral.
Precipice running to and running from human beings.
Cluster bombs left behind.
De facto landmines.
A smoldering grief.
Harvest contaminated tobacco.
Harvest bombs.
Harvest baby teeth.
Harvest palms, smoke.
Harvest witness, smoke.
Resolutions, smoke.
Salvation, smoke.
Redemption, smoke.
Do not fear
what has blown up.
If you must,
fear the unexploded.
Thank you.


【TED】スーヘー・ハミッドの詩「戦争、平和、女性、権力」 (Suheir Hammad: Poems of war, peace, women, power)

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Zenn 2017 年 6 月 30 日 に公開
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