Palmystery
Here is the geography of the prehistoric, a geographic trip along the palm of life illustrating Earth's history and the mystery of Palestine. I base my statement on the sacred book from a time older than the old, on the book Sahih Darwish, and astrology, the science fiction physiognomy of the hand of life and the reading of her palm. Herewith I explain that Palestine is a triangle drawn by the fourth line “the line of war” on life's palm, a cradle of human civilization since eternity and the truth for the center of the universe.
Palmystery / By Lara Khaldi
The map of Palestine is grafted into our palms - The “Great Triangle,” lines claimed to have formed as an outcome of a war between Venus (the Life Line) and Jupiter (the Mind line). Palmystry is usually practiced to read the future, but Wafa Hourani uses it to reread the past and attempt a slight change in history. He proposes that we carry this war in the palms of our hands, that geography is also in a sense inscribed in our bodies, and that the border lines of Palestine are actually universal, which makes it more than a mere map or form, but rather a site of struggle in our individual lives.
Palmystery
I pray to God for you and me
If there was no alternative, then let the stars’ war begin
We fight back with all our might and dream,
Let the horses break free
As long as my present day is young, I redraw my past as I so desire,
not as it was
But rather as you taught me once, that which I want
That on this earth is something worthy of life on the plains of Mars
The beginning of love and the end of the war
April returns and Venus thinks about men.
Venus Said:
She was once called Palestine
Then she was called The Candle Triangle
My first sea settled between the ribs
My eyes blind in sorrow
I drowned, for lack of time
In the same yesterday and returns
I deviated off my hill on a path that bends
Bends for love until it straightens
A path where doubt shines white
Crossing life at the end of the forties
Carving its way along the plains of Mars
Leaving behind a sublime mark
Hurrying to meet the line of my head
Between my pinky and my ring fingers
And together we walk
Together along with the slope of my predicament
With the line of war, let’s draw Palestine
Deepening the red of the line
We branch out anew
Towards the beginning of the heart and the end of the war
We cross our sea with our blood, our third sea, our last
Do not stand between the sun and me
Between my pinky and ring fingers is the sun line
I am Venus and my blood color from my flower
My blood is my sea, my red sea, and the air
Do not stand between the sun and me
Or I shall expose the fear within and a sword
I will cut through the sky and seize the water
We branch out anew
Towards the beginning of love and the end of the war
Something worthy of life on the plains of Mars
Jupiter Said:
She was once called Palestine
Then she was called the City of The Second War
Fire, flames, burning
The eyes cried a spring and the sky rain
Holocaust extinguishers
Fire, flame, burning, water dissolving in blood
Palestine opened its gates and in its cradle
A house of the mourning of a death
From everywhere they came
Friend and foe
Abraham poured our coffee
Jerusalem offered a moon, going around with a basket full of dates a dinner
Dates from the sea of perfume
Perfume in the home of reward
Musk and amber and an elegy written in the font called Naskh
On her walls.
God is her witness and her poet
He gave her the name The Candle Triangle
An ancient olive tree full of branches
Decorated with light and tears
The tree of the birth of Jesus and of his death
Two banks in the river of my mind divided by the sun
And linked by my moon
My moon going around with a basket full of dates in the house of
elegy
Dates from the sea of perfume
My first sea the sea of my sun
My child my anxiety
The perfume killed the seahorse and my fish
The sea died and my child survived
I am Jupiter and I am to make my tomorrow as I so desire
Not as it was meant to be
I am to be, to be as I wish one day
The Galilee complexity is mine
my headache since my younger days
Wafa Hourani - Palestinian Artist - Sculpture - Science Fiction