Israeli Racism

For the Palestinians signing the following treaties Israel is freezing all taxes collected on behalf of the Palestinian Authority, in stolen Palestinian land. Palestine will have no access to its own money. That means Israel is stealing Palestinian money.


  1. The Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations
  2. The Vienna Convention on Consular Relations
  3. The Convention on the Rights of the Child and the Optional Protocol to the Convention on the Rights of the Child on the Involvement of Children in armed conflict
  4. The Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination against Women
  5. The Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities
  6. The Vienna Convention on the Law of Treaties
  7. The International Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Racial Discrimination
  8. The Convention against Torture and Other Cruel, Inhuman or Degrading Treatment or Punishment
  9. The United Nations Convention against Corruption
  10. The Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide
  11. The International Convention on the Suppression and Punishment of the Crime of Apartheid
  12. The International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights
  13. The International Covenant on Economic, Social and Cultural Rights

Israel is freezing all taxes collected on behalf of the Palestinian Authority, in stolen Palestinian land. Israel is a violently racist country.


Carpe Diem Haibun – Bjorn’s Lingering Cold

Sometimes it feels like that’s all there is left. Two old warrior’s we felt ourselves to be, at the kitchen table this morning, my painter and I. Both about the same age. In his youth he’d been a UN blue beret – attached to the UN through the Finnish army. In my youth, with my beret green, I’d been in exactly the same area, with the French military, Lebanon, Syria, Israel. We’d perhaps even been only yards apart at times.

And both of us knew that rare thing. We both knew and felt the lies so often told about the Middle East by our western governments and press, this ex-UN soldier, attached with his Finnish regiment, and I. He’d witnessed a Norwegian UN soldier, a woman, beaten up by Israelis when she had a flat tyre and was trying to flag a car down for help, though it was true she was in uniform and Israelis revile the UN – but her thumb up gesture was also a dire insult in Israel. I’d heard about it. We both saw or heard about many incidents.

We drunk our coffee, and we knew the lies.

“But still the dates grew in the trees, all year round,” he said, “and the olives too, until those crazy extremist  Jewish  settlers burnt all the olive groves.”

“That was, and still is terrible,” I said, “and never talked about.”

The cold crept in trough the open kitchen window. I shivered.

“When I was a child, all our winters were cold, full of snow,” he said, looking out the window with me, at the trees just starting to bud. “This year winter did not come properly but still the cold lingers.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Maybe that is how it is now,” he said, “never really starting, or ever finished.”

lingering cold
flowering spring won’t be today
I miss absent palm trees




De l’art de juger… “le pénis est-il un légume?”

Originally posted on Envie de vibes positives ?:

Il y a quelques années, une première femme – que je croyais une amie – m’a dit : ” Je ne me laisse pas sauter par tout le monde. Comment vas-tu dire à ton futur mari tous les hommes que tu as eu?”

Je suis restée estébécouée.
Comment savait-elle que j’allais me marier ?

En cette belle année 2014, 2 ou 3 jours après le 1er, j’ai reçu un message facebook d’une seconde femme – que je croyais une amie -, portée disparue depuis deux ans, qui m’a écrit sans “bonjour” ni “bonne année :
“Je tiens à te dire que je t’ai jugé mais je n’ai jamais osé te l’écrire, je t’ai jugé pour ton comportement avec les hommes. Du fait que tu donnes ton corps sans amour.”

Encore un peu, j’ai cru qu’elle allait me parler tarification.

Je suis restée estébécouée.
Comment avait-elle pu se rappeler de…

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CARPE DIEM HAIKU – Ese’s Sensuality

I know she’s writing a book, Butterfly Thy Name, and see that on her blog she chats about it too sometimes. I must say I echo others who have said they will be buying it. Ese’s sensuality is an art, and from what I read on her blog, her book will be rich in her art.

She is the latest in Kristjaan’s Ghostwriter series, on Carpe Diem , with Sensuality. I could go the Victorian flowery way, and pretend to pen high art, but I am not going to. We need troubled readers so I must visit the secret hidden underworld here!


she ties leather tight
and her whip cuts deep
her tongue tastes the pain


against the wall
I kneel in front of her
shadows participate


-at the edge
my knife blade between our lips
as we kiss


-after the rugby game
she walks in the showers and soaps me
blushes watching others


That’s all!



Carpe Diem Haiku – Gypsies

Before I post my haiku, or you read it, I’d be honoured if you just took a few minutes to watch this video of the guys – gypsy dancers I know from far back. If anyone thinks this is easy stuff, well, I think you might want to try it.  know exactly how hard it is, and remember one night with guitars, milk jugs, my bongo drum and an Australian with didgeridoo. A beautiful night but some of the toughest dancing ever to learn. But its the synchronicity also – just watch how it builds up, and you’ll go some way to understanding my love for the roma people, the gypsies. Worth every minute, this short video.

barefoot gypsy
dances her path before me
-a romany blessing


To finish off see how the music reaches deep in this gypsy home. These roma are quite light-skinned, and in my experience more so than the lovely bronze tone some friends had. Makes no difference of course, once a gypsy always a gypsy for many of the European population, who discriminate against roma people, the largest minority in Europe, in the crudest of ways.