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Enargeia: August 2012
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Sunday, August 12, 2012. When it's past midnight, fearful sorrows rust and tongues sharply halt with nothing, nothing at all at the sleeves of darkness. Links to this post. Friday, August 3, 2012. Links to this post. Thursday, August 2, 2012. The impluse to push. Melting words leave behind only an outline of a vague figure that i saw for the first and last time moving away as he followed my hands. Links to this post. Wednesday, August 1, 2012. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Abdel Halim H...
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Enargeia: love
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Sunday, February 10, 2013. Gentle hands cross to stroke the sunlight cradling your eyes. sinking letters narrate secret sorrows at dusk. feverish hope rises with the clinking of glasses against the nestled moon. the words, the letters, the sounds become a frail attempt to fill in the absence, your place. it's a jarring heatless silence and i'm sorry for my abruptness, but this absence always returns in blackness, insistently invading. 9829;●• İzdihër •●♥. February 10, 2013 at 2:59 AM.
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Enargeia: September 2012
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Tuesday, September 25, 2012. Links to this post. Friday, September 21, 2012. Links to this post. Tuesday, September 11, 2012. Worried, agitated, anxious, forlorn, empty. this specious waiting is enervating. but, i must forget, move on, begin anew. i'm now on my own, completely alone. i must produce work to gain some self-respect and meet approaching deadlines. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Arabic Literature (in English). Our No-Man-But-His-Own-Man in Ramallah.
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Enargeia: July 2012
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Tuesday, July 31, 2012. Despite the trail of gray leaves, i sometimes wonder what it takes to write a letter- to turn to aging ghosts. Links to this post. Sunday, July 29, 2012. And, what of it? Links to this post. Friday, July 27, 2012. Is it a tightening of the tongue rendering one wordless? Is it an intimacy of interiority? Is it the result of unearthing layers upon layers of self? Is it a movement toward death? Links to this post. Saturday, July 14, 2012. Rootlessness vs. nomadicism.
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Enargeia: September 2013
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Friday, September 27, 2013. With the tiniest glare, the lights form human figures wailing against the liquid mist. here, i sit, abbreviated, past midnight, with fingers counting long lonely days. between sighs i forage history, between numbers i create perfect memories in order to exist here, now. but, without. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Arabic Literature (in English). NEA Announces 23 Literary-translation Fellowships; 2 Will Translate Arab Writers.
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Enargeia: figs and lovers
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Wednesday, February 27, 2013. Old lovers will be old lovers. Will be broken hearts on a pavement. Expanding on a bed of dementia. Silhouette's on a postcard. A fig on a tree branch in the middle of winter. February 27, 2013 at 11:47 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Arabic Literature (in English). NEA Announces 23 Literary-translation Fellowships; 2 Will Translate Arab Writers. TheRemix The Nightly Show's Felonious Munk on Larry Wilmore and the N-word.
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Enargeia: October 2012
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Sunday, October 21, 2012. What is the poetry of existence? A construction of temples for and without the 'other'. Links to this post. Tuesday, October 16, 2012. The day announces itself over and over and over again, a nauseous turn spiraling and sinking, but i cannot hear it, feel it, maybe, but for me it has yet to begin. Links to this post. Monday, October 1, 2012. I can't "just write" when the sun is weeping at my fingertips. i must first handle the carcass of words melting at my touch.
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Enargeia: the city
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Wednesday, June 26, 2013. I begin to think there's nothing i can do: like the city, i belong to the living dead, i am a corpse that still breathes, a wretch condemned to walk the streets and pavements that can only remind me of my filth and my defeat" (Orhan Pamuk, Istanbul: Memories of a City. June 27, 2013 at 11:38 AM. Interesting post. When one reaches the depths of despair there is only one way to go and that is up! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Enargeia: can't seem to sleep
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Friday, March 1, 2013. Can't seem to sleep. Memory distracts the pen and now the paper is cluttered with jagged edges. March 4, 2013 at 6:14 AM. The mystic art of doodling and what it means to us. March 5, 2013 at 8:37 PM. Hopefully it means something. as my blog titles insists, it must. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Cant seem to sleep. Arabic Literature (in English). NEA Announces 23 Literary-translation Fellowships; 2 Will Translate Arab Writers.
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Enargeia: March 2013
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Saturday, March 23, 2013. The street lights walk past me. the pavement glows with a hint of red. you echoed my name softly, delicately, honestly, faithfully, insistently, obsessively, hollowly, elongating the promise. this shallow thought hums suggestively. but it wasn't my name, but the sun descending, burning me, in the name of caution. Links to this post. Sunday, March 3, 2013. Let's move beyond self-pittance and acknowledge the punctured ego. In the middle of seaweed, deep and shiny. I can hardly move.
