Adam Shatz
The New York Review
Em 1991, o tocador de alaúde e compositor tunisiano Anouar Brahem lançou seu primeiro álbum pela ECM, Barzakh, um trio que também contou com Béchir Selmi no violino e Lassad Hosni na percussão. “Barzakh” — “separação” ou “barreira” em árabe — é uma palavra rica em significados. Na teologia islâmica, refere-se ao estágio intermediário entre a morte e a ressurreição, quando o espírito é separado do corpo. Mas dentro do sufismo e outras formas de misticismo pelas quais Brahem sente afinidade, barzakh é uma ponte entre o mundo material e o mundo espiritual, um ponto de partida que inicia um processo de se tornar, transformação e transcendência.
Brahem trabalhou nessa zona de metamorfose ao longo de sua carreira. Imerso nas tradições musicais do mundo árabe, ele não está de forma alguma confinado a elas. Sua arte é do meio termo, uma arte de liminaridade em vez de "fusão", executada por músicos que praticam uma variedade de gêneros, mas compartilham um senso de aventura, de atração pelo desconhecido.
After the Last Sky, seu décimo segundo álbum na ECM, tem muitas das características marcantes do trabalho de Brahem: elegância de articulação e estrutura, sensibilidade ao silêncio entre as notas, um senso de busca e esforço para superar barreiras, uma oscilação entre estados de ânimo de melancolia e arrebatamento. É um álbum descaradamente lindo, ao mesmo tempo um santuário e um protesto contra um mundo que se tornou mais feio, barulhento e violento. Como em seu álbum anterior, Blue Maqams (2017), Brahem é acompanhado pelo baixista Dave Holland e pelo pianista Django Bates, os mais flexíveis dos improvisadores, cada um com décadas de experiência em jazz avançado. Mas há também uma nova voz, vinda do mundo da música clássica europeia. Pertence à violoncelista Anja Lechner, que infunde After the Last Sky com um romantismo imponente e lírico. A música que Brahem e seu quarteto fazem aqui reflete suas personalidades distintas, as tradições que os formaram. Barzakh é, mais uma vez, o lugar onde eles se encontram.
Mas o lugar do encontro é mais triste, mais instável, desta vez, porque a morte parece mais presente do que a promessa da ressurreição. Brahem terminou de compor a música em After the Last Sky no verão de 2023, mas quando ele gravou o álbum em maio de 2024, a Faixa de Gaza havia sido submetida a uma das campanhas militares mais implacáveis da história moderna, enquanto os países do Ocidente "civilizado" desviaram o olhar ou apoiaram o massacre. Horrorizado pela indiferença do Ocidente ao sofrimento palestino, tomado por uma avassaladora sensação de angústia e urgência, Brahem atingiu o que ele chama de "um ponto de ruptura". Ele não conseguia mais, ele me disse, "perceber o mundo sem o filtro desta tragédia". Nos meses que antecederam a sessão de gravação, sua mente se voltou inexoravelmente para o povo de Gaza e da Palestina, e para uma questão que ainda o atormenta: "O que permite essa indiferença?"
You can choose to ignore the titles of the tracks, with their allusions to the orange groves and olive trees of Palestine, and to its literary chroniclers, Darwish and Said, and listen to After the Last Sky as a work of intricate, improvised chamber music for oud, piano, bass, and cello—which, of course, it is. But as with “Alabama,” John Coltrane’s harrowing elegy for the four girls killed in the 1963 bombing of a Black church by white supremacists, or Quartet for the End of Time, composed by Olivier Messiaen in a German prisoner-of-war camp, your experience of Brahem’s album can only be enhanced by an awareness of the events that brought it into being.
Brahem is no stranger to the tragedy of the Palestinian people. He was born in 1957, a year after Tunisia achieved independence. “I grew up in a country that had experienced colonization,” he told me, “which naturally aroused my interest in situations of occupation, and, in particular, the Palestinian cause.” In 1982, after being driven out of Lebanon by Israeli forces, the PLO found a refuge in Tunis. (A precarious one: in 1985 Israel bombed its headquarters; three years later it assassinated one of the PLO’s most respected leaders in Tunis, Khalil al-Wazir, known as Abu Jihad.) As a young musician in Tunis, Brahem befriended Palestinian intellectuals, artists, and musicians, and deepened his knowledge of the Palestine question. He read the work of Israel’s “new historians,” who dismantled the state’s foundational myths; studied the “dynamics of cultural domination” revealed by Said’s Orientalism; and discovered Darwish’s poetry, which left such a deep impression that he would later compose a tribute to him, The Astounding Eyes of Rita (2009).
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| Anouar Brahem, Lugano, Suíça, 2024 Sam Harfouche/ECM |
Em 1991, o tocador de alaúde e compositor tunisiano Anouar Brahem lançou seu primeiro álbum pela ECM, Barzakh, um trio que também contou com Béchir Selmi no violino e Lassad Hosni na percussão. “Barzakh” — “separação” ou “barreira” em árabe — é uma palavra rica em significados. Na teologia islâmica, refere-se ao estágio intermediário entre a morte e a ressurreição, quando o espírito é separado do corpo. Mas dentro do sufismo e outras formas de misticismo pelas quais Brahem sente afinidade, barzakh é uma ponte entre o mundo material e o mundo espiritual, um ponto de partida que inicia um processo de se tornar, transformação e transcendência.
Brahem trabalhou nessa zona de metamorfose ao longo de sua carreira. Imerso nas tradições musicais do mundo árabe, ele não está de forma alguma confinado a elas. Sua arte é do meio termo, uma arte de liminaridade em vez de "fusão", executada por músicos que praticam uma variedade de gêneros, mas compartilham um senso de aventura, de atração pelo desconhecido.
After the Last Sky, seu décimo segundo álbum na ECM, tem muitas das características marcantes do trabalho de Brahem: elegância de articulação e estrutura, sensibilidade ao silêncio entre as notas, um senso de busca e esforço para superar barreiras, uma oscilação entre estados de ânimo de melancolia e arrebatamento. É um álbum descaradamente lindo, ao mesmo tempo um santuário e um protesto contra um mundo que se tornou mais feio, barulhento e violento. Como em seu álbum anterior, Blue Maqams (2017), Brahem é acompanhado pelo baixista Dave Holland e pelo pianista Django Bates, os mais flexíveis dos improvisadores, cada um com décadas de experiência em jazz avançado. Mas há também uma nova voz, vinda do mundo da música clássica europeia. Pertence à violoncelista Anja Lechner, que infunde After the Last Sky com um romantismo imponente e lírico. A música que Brahem e seu quarteto fazem aqui reflete suas personalidades distintas, as tradições que os formaram. Barzakh é, mais uma vez, o lugar onde eles se encontram.
Mas o lugar do encontro é mais triste, mais instável, desta vez, porque a morte parece mais presente do que a promessa da ressurreição. Brahem terminou de compor a música em After the Last Sky no verão de 2023, mas quando ele gravou o álbum em maio de 2024, a Faixa de Gaza havia sido submetida a uma das campanhas militares mais implacáveis da história moderna, enquanto os países do Ocidente "civilizado" desviaram o olhar ou apoiaram o massacre. Horrorizado pela indiferença do Ocidente ao sofrimento palestino, tomado por uma avassaladora sensação de angústia e urgência, Brahem atingiu o que ele chama de "um ponto de ruptura". Ele não conseguia mais, ele me disse, "perceber o mundo sem o filtro desta tragédia". Nos meses que antecederam a sessão de gravação, sua mente se voltou inexoravelmente para o povo de Gaza e da Palestina, e para uma questão que ainda o atormenta: "O que permite essa indiferença?"
Ao escolher títulos de músicas que evocam a experiência palestina, Brahem não tinha interesse em instruir ou pregar aos ouvintes — objetivos totalmente estranhos à sua sensibilidade delicada e elíptica. Mas ele também não podia fingir que sua forma de tocar não havia sido moldada pela fúria, tristeza e pesar que Gaza provocou nele. O álbum sempre carregará a marca dessas origens, das quais é um traço. “A música nos lembra”, escreve Jeremy Eichler em Time’s Echo, seu estudo assombroso sobre música escrito após o Holocausto. “A música reflete os indivíduos e as sociedades que a criam, capturando algo essencial sobre a era de seu nascimento. A memória ressoa com as cadências, as revelações, as opacidades e as pungências da música.”
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On the morning that I first heard After the Last Sky, I had been listening to an interview with the Gazan journalist Rami Abu Jamous, who lives and works in a plastic tent in the coastal city of Deir Al-Balah. Things could be worse, he said: “To have a tent is practically a luxury in Gaza these days.” Abu Jamous and his family had been forcibly displaced twice since the war began: first from their neighborhood in northern Gaza, which the Israeli Army demolished within hours of their exodus; then from a temporary residence in Rafah, in the south of the Strip, when the same scenario repeated itself. When the family’s tent was flooded in the autumn of 2024 and his son, who loves the rain, began to play, Abu Jamous continued to play with him, “so that he wouldn’t know we’d been flooded.” Each morning, if he has Internet, he posts two messages on his WhatsApp group, “Gaza. Life”: “Hi friends” and “Still alive.”
This has been “ordinary life” for the people of Gaza since October 7, 2023, when Israel responded to Hamas’s murderous attack by launching a war of devastating brutality that would ultimately acquire the dimensions of a genocidal campaign. Before October 7 it was almost impossible for Gaza’s besieged inhabitants to leave: a seventeen-year punitive blockade had made the territory the world’s largest open-air prison. Since October 7 it has been one of the world’s largest graveyards. More than 50,000 officially dead, the majority of them women and children—and possibly tens of thousands lying under the rubble. A resurgence of polio, widespread malnutrition, a growing famine. An epidemic of amputations, a generation of orphans. There is nowhere safe: not hospitals (most are destroyed or barely functional), not schools (more than two hundred have been hit by airstrikes), not mosques, not even tents. People in Gaza know that every time they look up at the Israeli fighter jets circling over them, they might be seeing the sky for the last time.
In his 1986 book After the Last Sky, Edward Said evoked Palestinian history, in musical terms, as a “counterpoint (if not a cacophony) of multiple, almost desperate dramas” with no “central image (exodus, holocaust, long march)…. Without a center. Atonal.” In the last year, however, the desperate, contrapuntal dramas that have punctuated the lives of Palestinians since the loss of their homeland in 1948 have found a “center” in Gaza’s cruel and pitiless destruction. In early October 2024, days before he was burned alive in an Israeli strike while sheltering in a hospital in Deir Al Balah, Shaaban al-Dalou, a nineteen-year-old engineering student, posted an Instagram message about a friend who had just been killed in an Israeli strike on a mosque. “I’ve never felt anything more terrifying than the thought of the dead being absent,” Shaaban wrote. “The human mind, with all its brain cells and all of its capacity to absorb and to create, is helpless in the face of this absence.”
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On the morning that I first heard After the Last Sky, I had been listening to an interview with the Gazan journalist Rami Abu Jamous, who lives and works in a plastic tent in the coastal city of Deir Al-Balah. Things could be worse, he said: “To have a tent is practically a luxury in Gaza these days.” Abu Jamous and his family had been forcibly displaced twice since the war began: first from their neighborhood in northern Gaza, which the Israeli Army demolished within hours of their exodus; then from a temporary residence in Rafah, in the south of the Strip, when the same scenario repeated itself. When the family’s tent was flooded in the autumn of 2024 and his son, who loves the rain, began to play, Abu Jamous continued to play with him, “so that he wouldn’t know we’d been flooded.” Each morning, if he has Internet, he posts two messages on his WhatsApp group, “Gaza. Life”: “Hi friends” and “Still alive.”
This has been “ordinary life” for the people of Gaza since October 7, 2023, when Israel responded to Hamas’s murderous attack by launching a war of devastating brutality that would ultimately acquire the dimensions of a genocidal campaign. Before October 7 it was almost impossible for Gaza’s besieged inhabitants to leave: a seventeen-year punitive blockade had made the territory the world’s largest open-air prison. Since October 7 it has been one of the world’s largest graveyards. More than 50,000 officially dead, the majority of them women and children—and possibly tens of thousands lying under the rubble. A resurgence of polio, widespread malnutrition, a growing famine. An epidemic of amputations, a generation of orphans. There is nowhere safe: not hospitals (most are destroyed or barely functional), not schools (more than two hundred have been hit by airstrikes), not mosques, not even tents. People in Gaza know that every time they look up at the Israeli fighter jets circling over them, they might be seeing the sky for the last time.
In his 1986 book After the Last Sky, Edward Said evoked Palestinian history, in musical terms, as a “counterpoint (if not a cacophony) of multiple, almost desperate dramas” with no “central image (exodus, holocaust, long march)…. Without a center. Atonal.” In the last year, however, the desperate, contrapuntal dramas that have punctuated the lives of Palestinians since the loss of their homeland in 1948 have found a “center” in Gaza’s cruel and pitiless destruction. In early October 2024, days before he was burned alive in an Israeli strike while sheltering in a hospital in Deir Al Balah, Shaaban al-Dalou, a nineteen-year-old engineering student, posted an Instagram message about a friend who had just been killed in an Israeli strike on a mosque. “I’ve never felt anything more terrifying than the thought of the dead being absent,” Shaaban wrote. “The human mind, with all its brain cells and all of its capacity to absorb and to create, is helpless in the face of this absence.”
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After the Last Sky was made in the shadow of this erasure: what the Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish called “the presence of absence.” Darwish’s phrase was intended to capture the spectral presence of Palestinians, their history and culture, in Israel. Today talk of “absence” inevitably conjures the physical destruction of Gaza and its people. I spent many hours with Darwish in his last years, in Paris and in Ramallah, and it seems to me that his spirit, as humane as it was radical, as well as that of his friend and comrade Edward Said, permeates Brahem’s album.
The title is drawn from a question Darwish posed in one of his poems, one that has assumed even greater force since the start of the war on Gaza: “Where should the birds fly after the last sky?” It is hard enough to absorb the absence evoked by Shabaan and Darwish. It is still harder to imagine the “day after” for Gaza, or the “day after” for Lebanon, where Israeli bombardment has wreaked havoc once again; hard in fact to imagine a “day after” any of Israel’s wars, which promise never-ending torment for its neighbors and, above all, for the Palestinians.
You might wonder what all this has to do with After the Last Sky, a work of instrumental music without words. The glory of music, formalists teach us, lies precisely in its pristine, nonreferential nature, its transcendence of politics and history. Rest assured, formalists: After the Last Sky stands on its own as music. And while the music on this album grew out of his horror at the catastrophe in Gaza, Brahem does not seek to foist his own interpretation on listeners. “Music, and particularly instrumental music, is by nature an abstract language that does not convey explicit ideas,” he told me. “It is aimed more at emotions, sensations, and how it’s perceived varies from one person to another. What may evoke sadness for one person may arouse nostalgia for another…. I invite listeners to project their own emotions, memories or imaginations, without trying to ‘direct’ them.”
After the Last Sky was made in the shadow of this erasure: what the Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish called “the presence of absence.” Darwish’s phrase was intended to capture the spectral presence of Palestinians, their history and culture, in Israel. Today talk of “absence” inevitably conjures the physical destruction of Gaza and its people. I spent many hours with Darwish in his last years, in Paris and in Ramallah, and it seems to me that his spirit, as humane as it was radical, as well as that of his friend and comrade Edward Said, permeates Brahem’s album.
The title is drawn from a question Darwish posed in one of his poems, one that has assumed even greater force since the start of the war on Gaza: “Where should the birds fly after the last sky?” It is hard enough to absorb the absence evoked by Shabaan and Darwish. It is still harder to imagine the “day after” for Gaza, or the “day after” for Lebanon, where Israeli bombardment has wreaked havoc once again; hard in fact to imagine a “day after” any of Israel’s wars, which promise never-ending torment for its neighbors and, above all, for the Palestinians.
You might wonder what all this has to do with After the Last Sky, a work of instrumental music without words. The glory of music, formalists teach us, lies precisely in its pristine, nonreferential nature, its transcendence of politics and history. Rest assured, formalists: After the Last Sky stands on its own as music. And while the music on this album grew out of his horror at the catastrophe in Gaza, Brahem does not seek to foist his own interpretation on listeners. “Music, and particularly instrumental music, is by nature an abstract language that does not convey explicit ideas,” he told me. “It is aimed more at emotions, sensations, and how it’s perceived varies from one person to another. What may evoke sadness for one person may arouse nostalgia for another…. I invite listeners to project their own emotions, memories or imaginations, without trying to ‘direct’ them.”
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| Anouar Brahem, Anja Lechner, Django Bates e Dave Holland, Lugano, Suíça, 2024 Caterina Di Perri/ECM |
You can choose to ignore the titles of the tracks, with their allusions to the orange groves and olive trees of Palestine, and to its literary chroniclers, Darwish and Said, and listen to After the Last Sky as a work of intricate, improvised chamber music for oud, piano, bass, and cello—which, of course, it is. But as with “Alabama,” John Coltrane’s harrowing elegy for the four girls killed in the 1963 bombing of a Black church by white supremacists, or Quartet for the End of Time, composed by Olivier Messiaen in a German prisoner-of-war camp, your experience of Brahem’s album can only be enhanced by an awareness of the events that brought it into being.
Brahem is no stranger to the tragedy of the Palestinian people. He was born in 1957, a year after Tunisia achieved independence. “I grew up in a country that had experienced colonization,” he told me, “which naturally aroused my interest in situations of occupation, and, in particular, the Palestinian cause.” In 1982, after being driven out of Lebanon by Israeli forces, the PLO found a refuge in Tunis. (A precarious one: in 1985 Israel bombed its headquarters; three years later it assassinated one of the PLO’s most respected leaders in Tunis, Khalil al-Wazir, known as Abu Jihad.) As a young musician in Tunis, Brahem befriended Palestinian intellectuals, artists, and musicians, and deepened his knowledge of the Palestine question. He read the work of Israel’s “new historians,” who dismantled the state’s foundational myths; studied the “dynamics of cultural domination” revealed by Said’s Orientalism; and discovered Darwish’s poetry, which left such a deep impression that he would later compose a tribute to him, The Astounding Eyes of Rita (2009).
What Brahem found especially moving and suggestive about Darwish’s poetry was (in his words) the way it moves “between the intimate and the universal.” It’s a description that applies with no less force to Brahem’s music. His allegiance to Arabic tradition is not literal but poetic: despite his formidable knowledge of the maqamat, an ornate system of melodic modes that anchors Arabic music, Brahem seldom bases his improvisations directly on the maqams. Though evocative of Arabic traditions, his work also draws on European classical music, jazz, tango, and other styles.
Like Darwish’s “lyric epic” verse, Brahem’s musical language is elegiac and sensuous, steering clear of declamatory affirmations in favor of undertones and whispers. An heir to Arab musicians like Munir Bashir, the Iraqi “emir of the oud,” he also has much in common with free-thinking jazz musicians who crisscrossed musical geographies and found inspiration in non-Western musical genres, like Don Cherry and Charlie Haden. To listen to Brahem’s music is to experience something Haden called “closeness,” the sound of like-minded musicians forging an even deeper, ever more intimate relationship among themselves.
Like Darwish’s “lyric epic” verse, Brahem’s musical language is elegiac and sensuous, steering clear of declamatory affirmations in favor of undertones and whispers. An heir to Arab musicians like Munir Bashir, the Iraqi “emir of the oud,” he also has much in common with free-thinking jazz musicians who crisscrossed musical geographies and found inspiration in non-Western musical genres, like Don Cherry and Charlie Haden. To listen to Brahem’s music is to experience something Haden called “closeness,” the sound of like-minded musicians forging an even deeper, ever more intimate relationship among themselves.
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On After the Last Sky, that closeness—a fragile, constantly renewed conversation that grows out of trust and a shared project—feels particularly pointed, perhaps because it is the antithesis of the logic of violence, separation, and destruction to which the album is a response (however oblique). Listen to the way Django Bates mimics Brahem’s phrasing on piano on “Never Forget,” or to the drone of Anja Lechner’s cello beneath Bates’s piano and Dave Holland’s bass on “Endless Wandering,” or to Holland’s heartbeat-like notes behind Brahem on “The Sweet Oranges of Jaffa.” Among the album’s many pleasures are the shifting configurations of the four instruments as they venture into what Brahem describes as his preferred territory: “the unknown.” The music is full of subtle surprises, perhaps the most enchanting of which is the presence of Lechner’s cello. This is the first time Brahem has featured a cellist on one of his albums, and, as much as Brahem himself, Lechner—an ECM artist with whom he’d long hoped to work—is the album’s principal voice.
After the Last Sky has arresting passages of dissonance—the longest track, “Endless Wandering,” is a turbulent evocation of the peripatetic lives of Palestinians expelled from their homeland—but Brahem largely works in the lyrical and mellifluous register characteristic of his work. Is there something suspect, even something ethically wrong, about creating art of such seductive and disarming beauty in the midst of such destruction? The German-Jewish philosopher Theodor Adorno is famous for having said that after Auschwitz it was no longer possible to write poetry. But in 1962 Adorno revised his imposing maxim. Precisely because the “world has outlived its own demise,” he argued, “it needs art as its unconscious chronicle.” Brahem’s album is not simply a chronicle of Gaza’s destruction; by its very existence, it offers an indictment of the “rules-based order” that has allowed this barbarism to happen. Anouar Brahem, Anja Lechner, Django Bates, and Dave Holland: “Dancing Under the Meteorites,” 2024
Much of the music on this album is mournful, and it could hardly be otherwise. “The language of despair is poetically stronger than that of hope,” Darwish said in a 1995 interview, because it brings the artist “closer to God, to the essence of things, to the first poetic word,” to an “almost absolute solitude in the land of exile.” But After the Last Sky is also a celebration of the lives Palestinians have forged, and continue to forge, in the most unforgiving of conditions. To listen to “Dancing under the Meteorites,” a breathless, tango-like piece in which Lechner creates mesmerizing sul ponticello effects, is to hear the spirit of resilience and resistance in Palestine, the ethos of sumud that enables a man whose house is being flooded to continue playing with his son—and to remain on his land even as it is being devastated by one of the world’s most powerful armies, with the backing (and the arms) of the world’s greatest superpower.
The theme of Palestine, Darwish writes, is “both a call and a promise of freedom.” After the Last Sky reverberates with this call, and this promise, to which millions of people throughout the world have rallied in demonstrations over the last year, insisting that their future, the future of humanity, is inextricably tied to the fate of Gaza and of Palestine. “Reducing this conflict to a simple opposition between Jews and Muslims is unbearable me,” Brahem told me. “The real barriers are neither religious or cultural, but rather result from a growing separation between those who denounce injustice and those who choose to remain indifferent.”
The barrier between opposing cruelty and looking away from it (or explaining it away) is in no way confined to Israel/Palestine itself; it exists in every country, even in every heart. Listening to this profoundly stirring work of remembrance, homage, and defiance, I found myself thinking of an ECM classic, the 1982 suite The Ballad of the Fallen, a tribute by Charlie Haden and his Liberation Music Orchestra to the people of Central America, made as a protest against Washington’s support for the death squads in El Salvador and Guatemala. After the Last Sky, too, is a “ballad of the fallen,” a tribute to an oppressed people that is neither a requiem nor an act of surrender but rather a work of “liberation music.” After the last sky, after the ruins of Gaza, Brahem and his ensemble imagine a future of Palestinian freedom—the day when, as Darwish writes, “our blood will plant its olive tree.”
After the Last Sky has arresting passages of dissonance—the longest track, “Endless Wandering,” is a turbulent evocation of the peripatetic lives of Palestinians expelled from their homeland—but Brahem largely works in the lyrical and mellifluous register characteristic of his work. Is there something suspect, even something ethically wrong, about creating art of such seductive and disarming beauty in the midst of such destruction? The German-Jewish philosopher Theodor Adorno is famous for having said that after Auschwitz it was no longer possible to write poetry. But in 1962 Adorno revised his imposing maxim. Precisely because the “world has outlived its own demise,” he argued, “it needs art as its unconscious chronicle.” Brahem’s album is not simply a chronicle of Gaza’s destruction; by its very existence, it offers an indictment of the “rules-based order” that has allowed this barbarism to happen. Anouar Brahem, Anja Lechner, Django Bates, and Dave Holland: “Dancing Under the Meteorites,” 2024
Much of the music on this album is mournful, and it could hardly be otherwise. “The language of despair is poetically stronger than that of hope,” Darwish said in a 1995 interview, because it brings the artist “closer to God, to the essence of things, to the first poetic word,” to an “almost absolute solitude in the land of exile.” But After the Last Sky is also a celebration of the lives Palestinians have forged, and continue to forge, in the most unforgiving of conditions. To listen to “Dancing under the Meteorites,” a breathless, tango-like piece in which Lechner creates mesmerizing sul ponticello effects, is to hear the spirit of resilience and resistance in Palestine, the ethos of sumud that enables a man whose house is being flooded to continue playing with his son—and to remain on his land even as it is being devastated by one of the world’s most powerful armies, with the backing (and the arms) of the world’s greatest superpower.
The theme of Palestine, Darwish writes, is “both a call and a promise of freedom.” After the Last Sky reverberates with this call, and this promise, to which millions of people throughout the world have rallied in demonstrations over the last year, insisting that their future, the future of humanity, is inextricably tied to the fate of Gaza and of Palestine. “Reducing this conflict to a simple opposition between Jews and Muslims is unbearable me,” Brahem told me. “The real barriers are neither religious or cultural, but rather result from a growing separation between those who denounce injustice and those who choose to remain indifferent.”
The barrier between opposing cruelty and looking away from it (or explaining it away) is in no way confined to Israel/Palestine itself; it exists in every country, even in every heart. Listening to this profoundly stirring work of remembrance, homage, and defiance, I found myself thinking of an ECM classic, the 1982 suite The Ballad of the Fallen, a tribute by Charlie Haden and his Liberation Music Orchestra to the people of Central America, made as a protest against Washington’s support for the death squads in El Salvador and Guatemala. After the Last Sky, too, is a “ballad of the fallen,” a tribute to an oppressed people that is neither a requiem nor an act of surrender but rather a work of “liberation music.” After the last sky, after the ruins of Gaza, Brahem and his ensemble imagine a future of Palestinian freedom—the day when, as Darwish writes, “our blood will plant its olive tree.”
Adam Shatz
Adam Shatz é o editor dos EUA da London Review of Books e autor, mais recentemente, de The Rebel’s Clinic: The Revolutionary Lives of Frantz Fanon. Atualmente, ele é membro da American Academy em Berlim. (Março de 2025)
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