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
Write me when you have a second
Tell me the names of the bones I use
In the process of writing you this postcard
Doc Schimmel
