(Climb in, climb out of the little black square) The village rises into form amidst the pines. Cows and goats stand unstunned in the forest. The Muslim and Christian quarters are made of flimsy wood and storage containers. Assemble, disassemble. There is a military technology fair in Orlando where you can purchase a village in a box. Then populate it: live inside it for a time. At the beginning of the exercise, the soldier students are told half-truths. They must stabilize who and why. While playing market, Nafeesa and Ralia cry out leblabi leblabi, to the soldiers. It is that roasted chickpea soup they sell in paper cones in the Middle East. “Win a- leblabi, u ashgid?” (Where is the leblabi and how much?), I ask. They are so shocked that they give me a Coke.
So in love with this gorgeous looping spiral of a poem from Nomi Stone.