mazen kerbaj's blog.
beirut + free improvised music + comics + bombs + drawings
posted by mazen (old profile) at 04:43
Darkness at the break of noonShadows even the silver spoonThe handmade blade, the child's balloonEclipses both the sun and moonTo understand you know too soonThere is no sense in trying.Pointed threats, they bluff with scornSuicide remarks are tornFrom the fool's gold mouthpieceThe hollow horn plays wasted wordsProves to warnThat he not busy being bornIs busy dying.Temptation's page flies out the doorYou follow, find yourself at warWatch waterfalls of pity roarYou feel to moan but unlike beforeYou discoverThat you'd just beOne more person crying.So don't fear if you hearA foreign sound to your earIt's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.As some warn victory, some downfallPrivate reasons great or smallCan be seen in the eyes of those that callTo make all that should be killed to crawlWhile others say don't hate nothing at allExcept hatred.Disillusioned words like bullets barkAs human gods aim for their markMade everything from toy guns that sparkTo flesh-colored Christs that glow in the darkIt's easy to see without looking too farThat not muchIs really sacred.While preachers preach of evil fatesTeachers teach that knowledge waitsCan lead to hundred-dollar platesGoodness hides behind its gatesBut even the president of the United StatesSometimes must haveTo stand naked.An' though the rules of the road have been lodgedIt's only people's games that you got to dodgeAnd it's alright, Ma, I can make it.Advertising signs that con youInto thinking you're the oneThat can do what's never been doneThat can win what's never been wonMeantime life outside goes onAll around you.You lose yourself, you reappearYou suddenly find you got nothing to fearAlone you stand with nobody nearWhen a trembling distant voice, unclearStartles your sleeping ears to hearThat somebody thinksThey really found you.A question in your nerves is litYet you know there is no answer fit to satisfyInsure you not to quitTo keep it in your mind and not fergitThat it is not he or she or them or itThat you belong to.Although the masters make the rulesFor the wise men and the foolsI got nothing, Ma, to live up to.For them that must obey authorityThat they do not respect in any degreeWho despise their jobs, their destiniesSpeak jealously of them that are freeCultivate their flowers to beNothing more than somethingThey invest in.While some on principles baptizedTo strict party platform tiesSocial clubs in drag disguiseOutsiders they can freely criticizeTell nothing except who to idolizeAnd then say God bless him.While one who sings with his tongue on fireGargles in the rat race choirBent out of shape from society's pliersCares not to come up any higherBut rather get you down in the holeThat he's in.But I mean no harm nor put faultOn anyone that lives in a vaultBut it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.Old lady judges watch people in pairsLimited in sex, they dareTo push fake morals, insult and stareWhile money doesn't talk, it swearsObscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.While them that defend what they cannot seeWith a killer's pride, securityIt blows the minds most bitterlyFor them that think death's honestyWon't fall upon them naturallyLife sometimesMust get lonely.My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyardsFalse gods, I scuffAt pettiness which plays so roughWalk upside-down inside handcuffsKick my legs to crash it offSay okay, I have had enoughWhat else can you show me?And if my thought-dreams could be seenThey'd probably put my head in a guillotineBut it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
Fuck!I need to fucking draw a lot.And play some music.You should keep on doing it too.
You 're in my prayers.
Mazen, my first visit to your blog. your drawings succeed in capturing what most of us feel these days (or day after day iza baddak). Stay safe.
franchement, la question c'est pourquoi et comment on se transforme doucement en nos meres? on a deja des souvenirs d'avant guerre....
franchement, la question c'est plutot comment on a pu a cette vitesse se transformer en nos parents? des souvenirs d'avant guerre plein les poches et la meme tete inquiete...
Stiamo arrivando, siamo i primi 6.000.000., che intendono aiutarVI A RISORGERE, quindi fratello/i tenete duro, il nemico israeliano & C.ny, manda già una puzza nauseabonda-si stà cagando sotto!-Potrà usare ogni tipo d'arma, ma non farà altro,che accelerare la propria fine.Ehi brother Mazen, did You ever thought to draw a sketch like:an Italy peninsula moving on the sea to help Lebanon? Please try it...I'l put in the web here in Italy and all over.God bless You and all Libanes and Palestinians.
Aii the Greek people are by your side...Keep going on...
Thanks for being.
a brilliant drawing, exact and essential counterpoint to the news photos which have to be outside. your drawing is the inside as your country/people is torn up.more coffee.P
I cant understand the words written in your drawings...but I still can grasp the overall meaning...my best wishes of safety to you and yours...
I light a candle for the peace of the worldEnciendo una vela por la paz del MundoFrom México
Israel cava sua própria sepultura ao insistir nesse massacre do povo libanês.
I pray so that your nation and Israel find peace soon... greeting from Brazil...
I just discovered your blog and i really love your drawings.I hope this war will end soon. cheer up and keep on posting!!
resist. endure. i pray for you and your family. i hope your mother's ok. i hate this. fucking. brutal. war.
I can only cry with you mazen... it's been so long since this horrible thing has started... I am sad. thank you for drawing. It means a lot.
"RESISTANCE" Shouts a man from the right,can't solve the problem overnight.Stay strong, stay safe. Hope the beer doesn't run out.Bill
please take care yourself and take care of your family amigo.by the way, don't forget to drink a shot of tequila before going to bed ok.Enrique from Mexico.PUTA GUERRA!!
Hold on an continue.We think about you guys, and our hearts are with all the suffering people in this war.
Hello. Your drawings are riveting--I cannot stop looking at them.I wish you and your loved ones well. I, along with many others, feel terrified at what this fighting might mean for the entire world.Writing to you from South Dakota (USA).
thank you so much for the beauty of your site and life and work--i made a link to it at my blog--also here is a mail art/visual poetry call i am doing"For Palestine, For Lebanon"Human Rights-Peace-LibertySize: Max A4Deadline/Fecha Limite: Ongoing/Sins LimiteDocumentation: all works displayed at davidbaptistechirot.blogspot.comAddress: email@example.comDavid-Baptiste Chirot 740 N 29 #108 Milwaukee, WI 53208 usaPlease Pass on/Diffuser SVP Thanking you again dear friend for your inspiration en solidaridad, david-baptiste
I'm from GreeceI just discovered your blogI hope your mother's okHold onThenks for being
hi, mazen. i listened to you in madrid in my architecture studio with wade, julio and other friend of you. it was a very special night with comics and magic improvised show.i think of you since the bombs started.keep on.day after day.take care.by your side.see´ya!
OH, OUR MAZEN WHERE ART THOU?IN TORINO EXPRESS WITH YOUR FRIENDS I HOPE... BUT EVERY DAY I OPEN THE KERBLOG AND THERE IS NO LAST NIGHT'S POSTINGS I WORRY A BIT... FUCKING BLACKOUTS, FUCKING WAR :(LOVE FROM GREECE!
Mazen,this blog is spreading like a good olive olin on a silky floor.It gets directily to your brain...Thanks
hi mazena french in london writing now, j'ecris sur flickr d'habitude, mais j'ai l'impression d'etre la seule... le message passe mazen, moi je vise les millions pour ton blog, 10000 personnes en ont entendu parler dimanche dernier et les centaines de milliers qui vont venir crier leur tristesse et leur colere samedi a londres, l'entendront encore... continue a resister, courage.... je pense a toi et aux tiens, et espere pouvoir un jour te voir jouer, sans les bombes. Stay safe.
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