Pasolini on the way to Haifa

by Roy Hasan. Translated by Michele R. Nevo

The number 7 bus drops me off   in the hood, next to a low stone wall  I see Amos  and can’t believe he is still alive.  His white eyes scored with bloody capillaries,  rolling like Ferris wheels lit up with fluorescents  in Satan’s amusement park, he tells us—   there is nothing in the world that […]
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