"Don’t believe me if I tell you about the war" - Asmaa Azaizeh, extracts

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Standing in front of a projection of Adam Zuabi’s videos, which bring together the Asmaa Azaizeh’s own grandmother, the waves of Mediterranean, and the old town of Haifa, the Palestinian poetess makes full use of her rich voice, supported by Haya Zaatry’s singing and music. A poetry of revolt, of desire as much as of distance. “I confess, I stole the sheep on a moonless night/I put the moon in the fridge so that poets won’t celebrate it/And hope became a barren desert/And the angels thought that was the end/And blew into their trumpets.”