The Camel: Well friends, I’m a sneaky camel. I’ve done it. I made it to Paris. I’m sure the house understands: I just needed to get away. I get to enjoy my coffee in peace. Anonymity in a tragic and great city. The Seine at night. A little jazz. The fine derrière of a French woman. (A waitress with a beautiful derrière walks by.) It occurs to me. Maybe one needs the foreign to become familiar with oneself. Say. Look over there. That’s the famous Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish. He looks a lot like Abu Dalo. This could be my big break. THE CAMEL scrambles to put on a pair of Groucho Marx glasses. He grabs a microphone for the interview. Mr. Darwish, what would it take for Israelis and Palestinians to agree to put down their arms? Darwish ignores THE CAMEL. (aside) Hmm. He’s ignoring me. Maybe I need to ask a more original question.
What do You think about House Of Many Tongues (2011)?
