One more rock thrown onto the pile to tumble the mountain on my chest
—Hasib Hourani
Hasib Hourani’s rock flight is a book-length poem that, over seven chapters, follows a single personal and historical narrative centered on the violent occupation of Palestine.
The poem uses refrains of suffocation, rubble, and migratory bird patterns to address the realities of forced displacement, economic restrictions, and surveillance technology that Palestinians face both within Palestine and across the diaspora. Searing and fierce, tender and pleading, rock flight invites the reader to embark on an exploration of space while limited by the box-like confines of the page. Through the whole, Hourani moves between poetry and prose, historical events and meditations on language, Fluxus-like instructions and interactions with friends, strangers, and family.
As incantatory and stirring as Inger Christensen’s alphabet or Raúl Zurita’s Inri, rock flight adapts themes of displacement and refusal into an interactive reading experience where the book becomes an object in flux.
It’s beautiful and heartbreaking and so well conceived.
Was literally holding my breath (as was the author’s intention) whilst reading, feeling in my body the suffocation described (a metaphor for the settler/colony occupation).
This collection is *so* essential. Dauntless in its critique of Zionism and uncompromising in its portrayal of dispossession and displacement, ‘rock flight’ is both a suffocating and empowering read. The way Hourani weaves metaphor and fact, form and space not just throughout each poem, but the whole collection, is what made it so entrancing.
“god created earth and said, gibril go plant these stones all over it, and gibril took them and because we live on a sphere the rocks spread like butter: evenly, melting, and then gibril tripped on the taut string border into palestine and his bag of rocks spilled and now our country is a monument of stones, and a garden of stones, and a reminder of do not fall over. a reminder of when you are fleeing, look to your feet.
eat a date keep the stone in your pocket: the weight of the afterlife of ammunition
a rock isn’t a rock until it is thrown and then it is a weapon”
i’m not a massive poetry reader but i enjoyed this. an incredibly strong sense of place and belonging amongst the feeling of exile from the authors homeland. beautifully written.
Released in April of this year through New Directions, this poetry collection from the Lebanese-Palestinian writer really is one of the best works of modern poetry I’ve read. While its coverage of Palestine and Palestinian resistance is especially poignant, the creative and experimental nature of this work really is unique to any other poetry collection I’ve read.
Broken up into sections but one long poem, Rock Flight, covers themes of anti-imperial resistance and how the diaspora Palestinian experience plays out in a 2020s landscape. Hourani writes from a deeply personal perspective but is also able to capture the grander picture of resistance. From describing the systematic tools of oppression to the silencing of individuals, this work portrays these concepts as one in the same and really shows how top down acts of oppression and control work in maintaining the zionist project.
While covering this subject Hourani also uses a style of writing that is creative and engaging from a reading experience. Utilizing a variety of styles alternating between a narrative of vignettes and a meta narrative following the author’s experience writing this work. In terms of creativity and experimentation this is the greatest example of Palestinian meta fiction since Anton Shammas’ Arabesques.
The real accomplishment of this work is how effortless all this feels. This collection can be read in an hour and explores themes and displays information that many longer nonfiction works struggle to portray effectively. The reasoning of resistance, the isolation of individuals, the lack of representation of Palestinians in the diaspora. These ideas have all been explored by writers for years but never have I read a work that accomplishes its goal of writing about these themes with such a succinct manner without losing its depth.
It is amazing that this work was written in the immediately preceding days of October 7th. It only goes to show how perpetual these themes are and how these acts of oppression and aggression from israel have been. While the foreknowledge of this collection makes it as effective today as when it was written it does feel especially of this moment. The vignettes around hp and Anette feel deeply relatable to those of the Palestinian diaspora and also situations unique to our current moment.
This collection is well worth checking out. By far the best poetry collection on Palestine published post October 7th, as well as a great example of the creative and experimental nature of New Directions Publishing.
Strong sense of place throughout, which emphasises the importance of home and how it is being actively made precarious for Palestinians through dehumanising systems
This is a really great and experimental poetry collection by Hasib Hourani. It explores the suffocation and displacement of Palestinians through the symbols of birds, boxes and rocks. It explores the use of language as a tool and as a weapon, the dehumanisation through language that leads to cruelty, and the boxes in lives that represent imprisonment in both metaphorical and very real ways. The poetry is unconventionally broken and spaced that correlates with bird migration and Palestinian migration, and the resilience to still exist.
This was an unconventional and raw collection that I found to be evocative and suffocating. It was brilliantly formatted and I loved how experimental it was. It is a harrowing and essential read. The way metaphor was used to describe the dehumanisation of Palestinians will stay with me.
Thank you @prototypepubs for kindly gifting me this copy.
The work of defining is key to the work of Hourani’s poetry. He begins by offering a definition of his own name, Hourani, an ethnonym referring to a region in the Levant, “a field of 118 basaltic volcanoes”, or, in other words, the site of rock birth. Read more on my blog
A powerfully poetic account of diaspora and imagined connections to a place that has always been more of an idea than a home since the Babylonian exile. Of a struggle of natives against empires, of dispossession, disorientation, expulsion. Call it Israel, call it Palestine. The theme remains the same.
Hourani throws words like rocks. The book breathes through refrains of suffocation. Migratory birds that cannot return. Boxes within boxes within boxes. The page itself becomes a border checkpoint, a throat that cannot swallow, cannot breathe, yet can speak out loud and lament.
Learn to hold your breath. Learn to make a rock from clay and absorb the political poison you imbibed. Learn that sometimes a poem is not a poem but a survival manual, a love letter to an imagined country, to help a new generation of Israelis and Palestinians change myth making to move on, to forgive, to coexist, to breathe. To turn a pile of rocks into a green garden, a pit into a date palm.
israeli soldiers wear tee-shirts off-duty a sharpshooter from the givati brigade wears one that says one shot two kills and then an image of a pregnant palestinian woman and a bulls-eye on her belly -- "'12. what do zionists consider contested?'" --- Uri Blau, "Dead Palestinian Babies and Bombed Mosques -- IDF Fashion 2009"
even if the resurrection were established upon one of you while he has in his hand a sapling, let him plant it. -- Hadith on Trees
we can't only choke back the state that chokes us when the state that chokes us is being breathed alive by bigger empires empires that created the state that chokes us to keep the empires empires -- "'the jewish ethnostate was thought up by someone else'"
This is an innovative book of poetry which it took me a while to get used to. Once I overcame this hurdle and accepted how the powems were formatted I thoroughly enjoyed the work. Essentially the author is a Palestinian living in Australia and has at times been banned from returning to his homeland. Each of the poems/ statements reflect his emotions about the situation and the problems his country is currently experiencing. This is a collection that after the initial read you would want to dip in and out of. I particularly enjoyed his description of how to make rocks and their usage in time of conflict.
I think I held my breath from start to finish, a book to read through in one sitting though that does not mean skimming. Almost every page I found words to read over and over to absorb their impact, like "one more rock thrown onto the pile to tumble the mountain". Remarkable crafting, can still feel the impact of the rocks and am still weeping, from the beauty and the pain.
rock flight is simply brilliant! One book-length build-up of forced breathing, forced displacements, and erasure made real. The build-up is in the repetitions that add onto themselves like list games and the juxtapositions of disparate source materials. rock flight is full of wordplay and double-entendre. The reader cannot hide from discomfort, isn't let off the hook.
5:34PM. He is an expert at insinuating what can't be said. Often, his refusal to conclusively define is very powerful. It was very thought-provoking, and I've learnt a lot. The afterword is beautiful.
"its not enough it won't do we can't only choke back the state that chokes us when the state that chokes us is being breathed alive by bigger empires empires that created the state that chokes us to keep the empires empires"
Moving and powerful poetry. Especially reading it during the heightened genocide of Palestine. Order this book. Definitely a book I think I will go back to many times.