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(Interview) Jehan Bseiso and The long way home.

Jehan Bseiso is a Palestinian poet (also a researcher and aid-worker) who grew up in Jordan.  She’s 31 and in her life so far she managed to collect passport stamps from all over the globe. Since the first time I read her work, it felt like I know her, although we never met.

I loved her poems and the way they float in the air when I read them (they find a way to melt with the space – in and outside me). Even when she is dealing with a specific topic, a certain “syrian thing”, or “palestinian thing”, she makes it an universal thing, a matter of truth, justice, love, compassion, bringing us to the fact – that fact that it all is an universal thing. And we all should be aware, and we should care.

271087_727033268612_81494163_nJehan Bseiso

Jehan currently lives in Cairo, and often writes for The Palestine Chronicle. Couple of weeks ago, I read her letter to Ghassan Kanafani on the 66th anniversary of Nakba, and it served as a trigger to finally ask her for an interview.

In the letter, she writes:

Dear Ghassan,

On our birthday this year I turned 31 and you turned 78. Even the dead grow old without a homeland.

Do you know that we live and die in diaspora now?  Do you know that Palestinian refugee camps are swollen with Iraqis and Syrians now?

Too many Jihadi songs end with the refrain “For Falasteen”, but Baba says terrorists can’t read maps.

The march to Jerusalem doesn’t start from Kunduz. And I definitely cannot see Haifa from Cairoya “Ansar Beit el Maqdis”.

Last week in Beirut I went to the races for the first time and bet 5$ on a horse named Thawra.

She lost.

But I met a little boy who said he was from Sabra.

In Jordan, Syrian children say they come from Zaatari and Azraq not anymore Homs or Hama.

Little boys shouldn’t come from refugee camps.

I contacted her, she answered my e-mail. We started talking. She said she likes my e-mail signature song – Tom Waits – The long way home.

Got a head full of lightning
A hat full of rain
And I know that I said
I’d never do it again
And I love you pretty baby but I always take the long way home

I thought to myself later – of course she likes it. If somebody knows how it is to take the long way home – it’s Jehan Bseiso, a Palestinian who visited Palestine for the first time when she was 29. But it’s not just that – it’s this whole life, life of wandering and wondering. It’s this ability to enjoy things, to experience, to see where the unkown will take us, to see how the moon shines under the ground…

Jehan was kind enough to engage in a lovely thoughts exchange with me, so let’s get to that.

Tell me something about Jehan Bseiso, something that defines you, something you can’t live without.

I’m so much happier near water. It takes whatever I’m carrying away from me, and I like that it’s as simple as float or sink. I’m convinced that memories are buoyant, and there is no place I would rather re-member, re-put things back together than by the sea.

 You’ve traveled the globe, lived all over the Middle East, Europe and USA. Where is home for you? Or what is home for you?

I think I have both a mobile and fixed sense of home. There are faces and smells that can take me home in one minute no matter where I am- Kabul or Cairo. Even if I am still moving around a lot, lately I also want to have a place all mine. Somewhere I can leave my books and shoes and hang things up on walls and try not to kill plants. Beyond the material trappings, home is my people, friends and family and they’re everywhere. There’s a line from one of my favorite poems by Stanley Kunitz, The Layers, where he says “I have made a tribe of my affections, and my tribe is scattered”.

Tata, my grandmother, would only tell the story in staccato:

“1948. Falasteen. Orange blossom fields. Salt. Blue Gaza waters. “

Tears in her long black lashes,

“And when my father died, his horse wept in the funeral”. 

Bseiso, Tata’s Lovesong

Tell me something about your Poeticians experience. How was performing your poetry?  

I walked into a dimly lit café in Beirut, and I saw Hind Shoufani reading on stage. She was wearing something that was probably shiny, but I could only focus on the way her words jumped from the page to the stage. Those countless spoken word evenings around Beirut,and the people I met through Poeticians, changed the way I read and write.

The cemeteries are full –
 
In Lebanon, Jordan, Syria
 
We will soon bury Palestinians above ground.
 
Nowhere to live and now,
 
No quiet place to die, with dignity.
 
Raise high the beams – carpenters, death architects.
 
Soon, your walls will reach the sky.

Bseiso, Cemeteries in Palestinian camps short on space

You are currently working on a collection of poems “Conversations Continued”. What phase are you in at the moment? And can you describe the collection, its essence?

I think of “ Conversations Continued” as a collection of real, misremembered and misheard conversations. It’s divided into different topics like “Conversations Habeebi” which tries to talk about love and “Conversations Thawra” which looks at the Arab uprisings. Whether the topic is conceptual like love or happiness, or touching on a complex political reality like the situation in Syria, the pieces slip in and out of different moods and topics much like a conversation in real life.

For Abu Ali Mahdi, who
 
After 20 years in Israeli prisons
 
Died of heartbreak in his own bed,
 
In Beirut.
 
For Du’aa, and Ala’a and Mohammed,
 
Who spoke to the Al Jazeera reporters about
 
Mama dead and baba dead and no home
 
And no bread. Nobody to break the bread with.
 
And nights so long you forget there ever was light
 
Or day.
 
For all of you, who make me proud to be from
 
this land, and to have these words,
 
In this language,
 
Lodged in my throat like bricks.
 
For everyone who has ever said enough.
 
Enough.

Bseiso, from Conversations Homeland

How do you see Palestine today, compared with the Palestine of your childhood? And how about the “outsiders” perception of Palestine, from your experience?

The Palestine of my childhood is more a mental and emotional landscape than a physical place. Mama was born on the beach in Gaza and I was born in a hospital room in Los Angeles. Eventually, work took me to places as far as Afghanistan and Somali region, and I couldn’t explain to myself anymore why a place less than an hour from the capital of Jordan, where I was raised, felt so far away. So, I visited Palestine for the first time in 2012 and it was truly indescribable though I keep trying to find the words by writing about it.

Is there a (palestinian) poet/writer you feel inspired by particularly? You’ve written a letter to ‘Ghassan Kanafani, but is there another person you would dedicate your words to and why?

Mu’een Bseiso was a poet and friend of Mahmoud Darwish, he published throughout the sixties and seventies , wrote a lot about Palestine and died quietly in a hotel room in London a year after I was born. I never met him, but I often wish I had. Suheir Hammad is incredible. A few years ago, I had the pleasure to open for her when she read in Jordan and I spent a couple of days with her that continue to inspire me.

Dear Ghassan,

I feel the same way about the Nakba. Everyday Nakba.  Each year marks death, dispossession and occupation but also birth, and the celebration of memory and resistance.

Yours,

Jehan

 

For more of Jehan and her work – read The Palestine Chronicle, follow her @jehanbseiso or contact her at: Jehan.bseiso@gmail.com.

 

 

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