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Thomas Hardy: Thoughts from Sophocles
(Oed. Col. 1200 1250)

Who would here sojourn for an outstretched spell
Has senseless promptings, to the thinking gaze,
Since pain comes nigh and nigher with lengthening days,
And nothing shows that joy will ever upwell.

Death is the remedy that cures at call
The doubtful jousts of black and white assays.
What are song, laughter, what the footed maze,
Beside the good of knowing no birth at all?

Gaunt age is as some blank upstanding beak
Chafed by the billows of a northern shore
And facing friendless cold calamity
That strikes upon its features worn and weak
Where sunshine bird and bloom frequent no more,
And cowls of cloud wrap the stars' radiancy.

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928): Thoughts from Sophocles [after Oedipus at Colonus 1211-48], in Evelyn Hardy: Some Unpublished Poems by Thomas Hardy, The London Magazine, 3/1 (January 1956)

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The inferno that won't die

#USA Over 6,000 firefighters battling southern California blaze: Photo @Robyn_Beck #AFP: image via AFP Photo Department @AFP, 12 December 2017

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2017: a conflation

#2017InReview #Iraq A dead body is seen hanging from a pole in east #Mosul during a military op. against ISIS. Iraqi forces battled the last holdout jihadists in east Mosul after commanders declared victory and quickly set their sights on the city's west. By @dilkoff @AFPphoto: image via Photojournalism @photojournalink, 10 December 2017

Margot met Robert on a Wednesday night toward the end of her fall semester. One hot and sticky evening in July, in the dying days of the battle for Mosul, a group of Iraqi army officers sat for dinner in a requisitioned civilian house not far from the ruins of the mosque where, three years earlier, the leader of Islamic State had announced the creation of a new caliphate. She was working behind the concession stand at the artsy movie theatre downtown when he came in and bought a large popcorn and a box of Red Vines. At the head of the table sat the commander, large and burly, flanked by his two majors. “That’s an . . . unusual choice,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually sold a box of Red Vines before.” The rest of the officers were seated according to rank, with the youngest officers placed at the far end.

Flirting with her customers was a habit she’d picked up back when she worked as a barista, and it helped with tips. The commander, who was trying to lose weight, had banned his cook from serving meat at mealtimes, but tonight was a special occasion. She didn’t earn tips at the movie theatre, but the job was boring otherwise, and she did think that Robert was cute. The day before, his unit had liberated another block of streets in the Old City without suffering any casualties. Not so cute that she would have, say, gone up to him at a party, but cute enough that she could have drummed up an imaginary crush on him if he’d sat across from her during a dull class—though she was pretty sure that he was out of college, in his mid-twenties at least. In celebration, a feast of bread soaked in okra stew, and roasted meat shredded over heaps of rice flavoured with nuts and raisins, was laid out on a white plastic table.

He was tall, which she liked, and she could see the edge of a tattoo peeking out from beneath the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt. Over the previous eight months, since the commander and his men had started fighting in Mosul, the caliphate had shrunk to a tiny sliver of the Old City squeezed between the River Tigris and advancing columns of army and police forces. But he was on the heavy side, his beard was a little too long, and his shoulders slumped forward slightly, as though he were protecting something. Thousands of Isis fighters, who captured the city in 2014, were now trapped, living without running water or electricity, with dwindling supplies of food and medicine, being bombed day and night by US drones and jets. Robert did not pick up on her flirtation. Caught in the siege with them were thousands of civilians.

Or, if he did, he showed it only by stepping back, as though to make her lean toward him, try a little harder. The few who were managing to escape came out filthy, emaciated and crazed by thirst and the constant bombing. “Well,” he said. “O.K., then.” The officers at dinner that night were all veterans of the war against Isis, but nothing in their long years of fighting compared to what they had experienced over the past few weeks in Mosul, one of the fiercest urban battles since the second world war. He pocketed his change. They fought in narrow alleyways, old stone houses and dense networks of tunnels and basements. Their advance was sometimes measured in metres, and their casualties were mounting. But the next week he came into the movie theatre again, and bought another box of Red Vines.

“We have one more battle and Mosul will be fully liberated, inshallah,” the commander said as he tucked into his meal.“You’re getting better at your job,” he told her.“You managed not to insult me this time.” A captain who was still limping from a recent injury said: “Our fathers used to talk about the Iran-Iraq war as the ‘long war’. That one lasted for eight years. Well, soon this war against Isis will surpass it.” She shrugged. “I’m up for a promotion, so,” she said. After the movie, he came back to her. “Concession-stand girl, give me your phone number,” he said, and, surprising herself, she did. Laughing, the commander asked the officers to open the military maps on their phones and proceeded to explain the plan for the next day’s advance.

From that small exchange about Red Vines, over the next several weeks they built up an elaborate scaffolding of jokes via text, riffs that unfolded and shifted so quickly that she sometimes had a hard time keeping up. “You jump into this building, make a fire base here and here at street corners,” he said, giving them the coordinates of the street. “You advance towards this high building. Your flanks will be secured by other units. Once you take the building, you will dominate the whole area with your snipers and we can reach the river in few hours.” He was very clever, and she found that she had to work to impress him. Before leaving, a wiry junior officer named Taha asked the commander: “Sir, what do we do with the two detainees?”

Soon she noticed that when she texted him he usually texted her back right away, but if she took more than a few hours to respond his next message would always be short and wouldn’t include a question, so it was up to her to re-initiate the conversation, which she always did. The prisoners had crossed the frontlines the night before and taken shelter with a civilian who denounced them to the army. A few times, she got distracted for a day or so and wondered if the exchange would die out altogether, but then she’d think of something funny to tell him or she’d see a picture on the Internet that was relevant to their conversation, and they’d start up again. “We tried to hand them to the intelligence service, but they refused to take them.” She still didn’t know much about him, because they never talked about anything personal, but when they landed two or three good jokes in a row there was a kind of exhilaration to it, as if they were dancing.

Then, one night during reading period, she was complaining about how all the dining halls were closed and there was no food in her room because her roommate had raided her care package, and he offered to buy her some Red Vines to sustain her. “Yes,” the commander said, “they told me: ‘You deal with detainees from your end. We can’t hold them because of human rights and Red Cross inspections.’” At first, she deflected this with another joke, because she really did have to study, but he said, “No, I’m serious, stop fooling around and come now,” so she put a jacket over her pajamas and met him at the 7-Eleven.“We worked on them all night,” said the junior officer.

It was about eleven o’clock. “One eventually confessed that he was with Daesh [Isis], but he said he left them two months ago.” He greeted her without ceremony, as though he saw her every day, and took her inside to choose some snacks. At that, everyone in the room laughed. The store didn’t have Red Vines, so he bought her a Cherry Coke Slurpee and a bag of Doritos and a novelty lighter shaped like a frog with a cigarette in its mouth. “The other,” the junior officer continued, “we beat him hard but he didn’t confess, so I think he must be innocent.” “Thank you for my presents,” she said, when they were back outside.

Robert was wearing a rabbit-fur hat that came down over his ears and a thick, old-fashioned down jacket. “Just finish them,” said a major. She thought it was a good look for him, if a little dorky; the hat heightened his lumberjack aura, and the heavy coat hid his belly and the slightly sad slump of his shoulders. “Release one and finish the other,” the commander said. “You’re welcome, concession-stand girl,” he said, though of course he knew her name by then. The sentence issued, now came the question of who would be bestowed with the honour of executing an Isis fighter. She thought he was going to go in for a kiss and prepared to duck and offer him her cheek, but instead of kissing her on the mouth he took her by the arm and kissed her gently on the forehead, as though she were something precious.

Kifah, a tall and lean soldier, stood next the table and asked to be given the prisoner. “Study hard, sweetheart,” he said. “I will see you soon.” But the junior officer suggested that they gift the prisoner to a captain who was still grieving the loss of his brother, killed by Isis a month ago. On the walk back to her dorm, she was filled with a sparkly lightness that she recognized as the sign of an incipient crush. “Call him and give him the detainee,” said the commander, getting up from his chair. While she was home over break, they texted nearly non-stop, not only jokes but little updates about their days. The officers rose swiftly and stood to attention as he made his way to the living room where tea was to be served.

Mosul, after the fall of Isis: photo by Ghaith Abdul-Ahad for the Guardian, 21 November 2017

Judith is one of our Hanukah heroines. In this painting (completed in 1620), Artemisia Gentileschi depicted Holofernes with the face of her rapist. #MeToo: image via Rabbi Danya Ruttenberg @TheRaDR, 12 December 2017

A cut-up (conflation) of two texts, one fiction, one journalism: Cat Person: Kristen Roupenian, The New Yorker, 11 December 2017; After the liberation of Mosul, an orgy of killing: Ghaith Abdul-Ahad, The Guardian, 21 November 2017

Emanuele Satolli: Mosul 2017

Erschöpft: Einem Luftangriff in der Altstadt von Mossul sind sie nur knapp entkommen:photo © Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Weg von hier: Hinter ihnen liegt der Teil von Mossul, der zuletzt noch schwer umkämpft war:photo © Emanuele Satolli viaZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Ein kleiner Moment der Ruhe: Sie haben es aus einem Teil der Mossuler Altstadt herausgeschafft, in dem sich irakische Truppen und IS-Kämpfer heftige Gefechte liefern.: photo © Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Selfies mit dem Feind: Irakische Soldaten, nachdem sie einen Kämpfer des "Islamischen Staats" in der Altstadt von Mossul gefangen genommen haben.: photo© Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Diese Frauen und Kinder haben nach ihrer Flucht aus der Altstadt von Mossul von der irakischen Armee Essen bekommen.: photo© Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Nach einem Luftangriff der Anti-IS-Koalition steigt über Mossul Rauch auf.: photo© Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Mitglieder der irakischen Spezialkräfte, der Goldenen Division, in einem Gefecht gegen IS-Kämpfer.: photo© Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Gefangene der irakischen Armee: Die Männer konnten ein stark umkämpftes Areal verlassen, doch ihnen wird vorgeworfen, IS-Kämpfer oder -Sympathisanten zu sein.: photo© Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Ein irakischer Soldat der Spezialkräfte in einem Gebäude nahe der Frontlinie mit den letzten IS-Kämpfern.: photo© Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Irakische Spezialkräfte während eines Gasangriffs der Dschihadisten in Mossul.: photo© Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Verschanzt zwischen Trümmern: irakische Spezialkräfte in der Altstadt von Mossul.: photo© Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Einer flieht, einer verteidigt die Position in der Altstadt von Mossul gegen IS-Kämpfer.: photo© Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Wohin, das wissen sie noch nicht, aber die Kämpfe zwingen sie zur Flucht.: photo© Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

Ihn haben die irakischen Kräfte abgefangen, er könnte ein IS-Kämpfer oder -Sympathisant sein – nun wartet er auf sein Verhör.: photo© Emanuele Satolli via ZEITONLINE, 15 July 2017

The inferno that won't die / 2017: a conflation / Hardy: Thoughts from Sophocles / Mosul 2017

The inferno that won't die

2017: a conflation

A cut-up (conflation) of two texts, one fiction, one journalism: Cat Person: Kristen Roupenian, The New Yorker, 11 December 2017; After the liberation of Mosul, an orgy of killing: Ghaith Abdul-Ahad, The Guardian, 21 November 2017

Emanuele Satolli: Mosul 2017

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