NOOR productions raises its voice against the attack on Gazas civilians

Tale Næss and Trond Peter Stamsø Munch in NOOR produksjoner ANS took on the 31st of august 2014 part in the march in suport of the civilans in Gaza in Tromsø. Munch read a text written by Næss for the occation and flowers were put down in the memory of the children killed under the israeli attack.
  You can read the poem/text here:

 For Gaza on the 31st of July 2014

It’s not the size og the coffin that matters
or the heart

It’s  not the size of the shoe or the sock
or the foot that wears it
The ear
The tiny hand
and what it has been handling:
grass
bricks
dust

It’s not the size of the coffin that matters

or the body that fills it

not the way that it is lowered

but that it is put to rest

That the body is put to rest

That this child is put to rest

and with it all thay she’s seen:

The streets of Gazas

its roads and schools and hospitals

its parks

its playgrounds and markets

its petrol stations and bread shops and the baker that makes the bread

selling them warm on cold winter mornings

with salt and zatar

or honey and cheese

All this lowered

buried

gone

Never again wil this child fill her mouth with bread

Never again will this child fill the night with her dreams

Fill her place in the bed

So what do we put in place of those 190

290

390

Soon 400 dead children

Their little coffins

their hands

feet no shoe can keep warm

Their little fingers

a hand

That minuscule heart

a fish of flint

still

as if not yet born

it sinks into the cavities of the flesh

and out of the future

These minuscule heartbeats

and the darkness that fills them

a charcoal darkness

already deep in the ground

already transformed

turned into dust

into grass

into a ground for shelters and houses

a country where people will try to rebuild a future

So what can we offer them?

Houaida

Ibrahim?

One minute of silence?

Two?

A day without words

in the shadow of a grief that isn’t really our own?

For it is not the size of our grief that matters

but that we are grieving

And it is not the shape of our anger that matters

but that it is growing

And it’s not the force of our actions that counts

but that we take action

We come with flowers

Knowing that today is a beginning

That we have the will to turn grief into action

anger into change

to yet again turn Gaza into a place for goats and grass

for cold winter mornings with hot cups of tea

for the comforting warmth of fresh bread

a child bent over her homework

ready to write the name of a future

spelled freedom

Tale Næss