The surfaces of all things
startle, like the sea
that doesn’t drown; I will cover
these letters -- say O.
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This blog is an amalgam of Arabic to English translations & my own Arabic-inflected Englisi. Translations are placed next to the Arabic originals, with the writer's name included. My own work is not marked. I'm currently working on a long poem/prose montage about the meeting of the Al-Khidr & Musa, narrated by a paranoid Sufi-American named "Adhem." This writing can be found under the "Khidr Series" link below.
Index
- translation (45)
- Khidr Series (38)
- Hallaj (13)
- Niffari (11)
- mawqif (9)
- Layla and Majnun (7)
- Mutanabbi (7)
- Abu Nuwas (3)
Links
- My collaborative project with Jem Sweeney
- AAAAARG | critical texts
- A Language That Dreams (my other project)
- Al Jadid | a review of Arab culture and arts
- Alia Hamada | refresh
- Arabic Literature in Translation
- Arabist Blog
- Arab Politics of Culture
- Ariana Reines' blog
- Bill Knott | poetry blog
- Brett Wright | cardiogram
- Barrett Watten
- Cheena Marie Lo | furnished
- Dennis Cooper's blog
- Emily Griffin | matilda the hun
- Jem Sweeney | heart analog
- Jerome Rothenberg | poems and poetics
- K-Punk
- Jadaliyya
- Jerry Zee | complex indexicality
- Lauren K. | textually active
- not infer no
- Pierre Joris | Nomadics
- Post Apollo Press blog
- Rei Terada | work without dread
- Ron Silliman | silliman's blog
- Saree Makdisi
- Tom Clark | poetry blog
- two day old shit
- weird vegetables
- Yenee Mae | love,
About Me
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- The poet should break ribs between breaths.
- The last look of these objects;her unworn shoes & ...
- Musa & Co. moseyed, musing on a river path; if thi...
- Adhem's song
- Adhem, ahem was an accident; a name that broke out...
- Dhikr
- Celanian
- A Sufi prayer: Lord, if I’ve crossed two lines ...
- The surfaces of all things startle, like the sea t...
- Give this fish wings, if it's flopped, & if, one d...
- But this is love; the strainof the adhan buzzing t...
- Some letters get lost in Amrica; they keep a barba...
- We fed, that night, on wine, until the nightfelt l...
- A light got lodged inside my throat, now I can onl...
- Your house grows hollow as you grow;a father’s dea...
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