#al-saddiq al-raddi

[bones-ivy-breath]

Music is playing the chessboard with no table and still it kills. The boys on the wall of the girls’ school have been here before. As if I’m smoke toying with a knife, as if I’m a finger not sewing a fleeting song.

They always kill me by Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi

#poetry #they always kill me #Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi #literature #aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #arabic poetry #sudanese poetry #arabic literature #african literature #african poetry #sudanese literature #death #dark things

[poems-from-around-the-world]

Garden Statues - Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi - Sudan

Translator: Unknown (Arabic)

The last night . . . the first night . . . . . . between them – clarity . . . . . . . .

You left that glass of memory to memory – let its essence transmute all these nights into gold

You left the voice of Ali Farka Toure soaring through the silvered light of a room, a room inlaid with the jewels of minutes and hours

You left your hands lost in the familiar characters of a vanishing keyboard

You left a wooden rocking-horse an old teddy-bear propped on a chair the neighbouring gardens

You left the sun still toying with the sky at eight in the evening

You left a window open on a morning arrayed with morning

You left a flower labouring towards morning

You deliberately left that peacock arrested in the field of beauty

. . . . . . . . .

Whatever time is left of that night will never return . . . These jewels will never return A sail will never quench its thirst for the horizon

And when you left you were cast in the bronze of that experience you were consumed and yet complete you were fashioned from mother-of-pearl you were made of unadorned clay

Weekdays returned, empty handed Routine returned

And silence reigned

#garden statues #al-saddiq al-raddi #sudan #poem #poetry #poems from around the world #translation: arabic

[billherbert23]

Mini-Reviews (6): A Friend’s Kitchen

A Friend’s Kitchen, Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi, translated by Bryar Bajalan and Shook (Poetry Translation Centre), £9 I remember touring with Saddiq when both Gaarriye and Sarah Maguire were still alive (I was reading with Gaarriye as one of his co-translators), so reading this lovely collection with its distinctly elegiac overtones was a moving experience. The link with Gaarriye was for me reinforced…

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#Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi #Arabic #Bryar Bajalan #Gaarriye #Maxamed Xaashi Dhamac &039;Gaarriye&039; #Sarah Maguire #Shook #Sudan #Sufism

[arablit]

From Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi’s 'A Friend's Kitchen'

Next month, Poetry Translation Centre is releasing a collection of poetry by Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi, A Friend’s Kitchen, translated by Bryar Bajalan and Shook. To mark the occasion, they have shared an excerpt from the introduction and two poems from the collection. An excerpt from the introduction to A Friend’s Kitchen By Bryar Bajalan In his poem ‘The Book of Sorrows’, Al-Saddiq illustrates the…

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#al-Saddiq al-Raddi #Shook

[rehabrelapse]

سورة :

تصعدُ الجدرانُ في اللبلاب

والخرطوم واقفةٌ على ساقٍ تغنِّي

هل ينام النيل ؟!

كنا عاشقين نهدهد الأطفال

- ما اسمي ؟!

- أسمّيك حضور الأرض فاقتربي

-وما طعم البكاء

- ... ... ...

إفترقنا

سورة:

النيل يمضي هادئاً

ينساب في صمت المدينة واحتراقات القرى

والأصدقاء الآن لا يتبادلون تحية الصبح

ولا يتعارفون

وأنبياء الفقر في كلِّ الأماكن

يرشفون الشايّ والحزن ولا يتحدثون

يخبئون الموت في أطرافهم

ويوزعون الصبر للأطفال

ينتشرون في الأشجار عبر الأرض

ينتحرون في الليل احتجاجاً

ويرتحلونْ

تصعد الجدران في اللبلاب

والخرطوم جالسة على مقهى تدخِّنُ

استوى في الليل قطَّاع الطريق

وعابرو نصف المسافة

هل يكون الشارع الآن امتداداً

لاختناق الليل بالعربات والعُهر

وكنَّا عاشقين ، نفتِّش الأطفال

والأطفالُ في رئة المخابز

يسرقون النار

- مااسمي

- أسميك احتراق الأرض، فانتفضي

- وما طعم الرماد

... ... ...

إفترقنا

سورة:

الماء ضدّ النار

والأمواج خارطةٌ تفرُّ من البلادْ

النار ضدّ الماء

والدخان ذاكرةٌ تؤسِّسُ للرمادْ

الصبيّةُ بين سكِّيني وقلبي

والمدينة قبضةُ القمحِ

بحافظة المرابين وتجار العبيدْ

والرجال السمر يقتربون يقتربون

يا نيلُ ..

الي أي الصحارى تحمل الآن تصاويري وتمضي

وقفتي بين الجياد أمام بابك عُمْرَةٌ للروح

والصمت المعلق بيننا

لغةٌ من الزمن الجميل إلى الزمان المستحيلْ

يا أيها النيل - أبي

هل كانت الأشجارُ نافذةً

لأحزان النساء أم المرايا هشَّمت في الماءِ

تاريخ الحضور الأنثويّ

وثبتتْ في العشب لون الفقر

إن الفقر ينبت في أراجيح الصغار

يورِّثُ الأطفال صمت اللعنة الكبرى وكفر الأولينْ

سورة:

النيل يفتح ساعديه

يحدِّث الطير المهاجر ثم يصمت

يعتلي عرش المكان ولا ينامُ ..ولا ينامْ

النيل يسكر بالنفايات

ويَقْنعُ بالمدينة و انكسار الليل

يصعد في الزمان ولا ينامُ ..ولا ينامْ

طلعتْ من الشمس الطبولُ

ورقرق الضوء الغناء على مسام الروح

والماء استراحات المراكب من عناء الريح

فجَّر النيلُ الزمان وقد أطلت - فجأة- مروي

ووجه العاشق النوبي

إذْ يمشي على حزن السواقي

وهو يبحث في الجياد عن الرجولة

أين تبدأ دورة الدم يا بعانخي

أين يحتدمُ النزيفُ

وأنت مستندٌ على " كوش " التي اهترأت من الصمت المريرْ

قل للجياد تحرَّكي ، تقف المياه على أناملها

وتنشطرُ الخرائط

هل تضيعُ الأرض ، والنيل اكتمالٌ للقرون القادمةْ ؟!

النيل يعرف سوءةَ المدن التي ضاعتْ

ويعرف موقف الزمن القديم

ولا يحدِّثُ

إنه النيلُ وللأجيال أن تمضي

وللأطفال أن يقفوا على الشطِّ طويلاً في انتظار العاقبة!

#poem of the nile by al-saddiq al-raddi

[singing-river]

“this droplet of light…”

— Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi

#quotes #○

[lestempsdereveur]

Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi, A Body

#words #al-saddiq al-raddi

[forsoothsayer]

In The Company Of Michelangelo by Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi

1 The kings who have gone left us the relics of their forgettable names – like Aleece or Kush They left us their peculiar crowns shards of skeletons fish-heads unpronounceable words kohl-sticks commandments and eulogies graven in stone Yet you are            lit up beside me            wherever your throne sets down Live blood in dead veins – you truly are unforgettable 2 You accompany me to the gates of ancient Rome reaching the ends of perfection as you envisage grace threading each tender aperture as you envisage the faultless line and the perfect circle Let us be brothers in stone hand in hand fingers entwined – and then, on the threshold of a bar we clink our glasses as you add the last touch to a face already dreaming its history 3 Which of us is the key? Your door or mine? 4 Silence is bliss Life is bliss Creation is bliss            Even though his chair is empty            even though he is gone            darkness is alight with the presence of his embrace 5 What is the key? London, 30 March 2006

#al-saddiq al-raddi #sudanese poetry #michelangelo

[fuckindiva]

“I let alphabets cling to me as I climb the thread of language between myself and the world. I muster crowds in my mouth: suspended between language and the world, between the world and the alphabets.

I let my head listen to the myth, to all sides praising each other. And I shout at the winds from the top of a mountain.

Why does my tongue tell me to climb this far? What is the distance between my voice and my longing? What is there?

A body transcending my body. A body exiled by desire. A body sheltered by the wind.”

Al-Saddiq al-Raddi, A Body

#al saddiq al raddi #quote #lit #poetry #q

[barcarole]

What are your favorite Arabic poems, if you have any?

These are some of my favorites:

An Ocean Without Shore, Ibn ‘Arabi

Fragment from Al-Buhturi’s Wolf

From the Luzumiyat of al-Ma’arri

From the Diwan of al-Ma’arri

Reality, Rabia al-Basri

Love, Rabia al-Basri

The Enchanter of Dust: Psalm, Adonis

The Wound, Adonis

I Pray Behind My Shadow, Bahija Massri Adelbi

The Spirit Bows to the Will of Love, Munir Mezyed

The Manner of Sand, Mahmood al-Braikan

Exculpation, Khalil Mutran

Revolt Against the Sun, Nazik al-Mala’ika

Myths, Nazik al-Mala’ika

Who am I?, Nazik al-Mala’ika

A Stranger at the Gulf, Badr Shakir al-Sayyab

An Alphabetical Formation, Faraj Bayraqdar

A couple of fragments from Sanieh Salh

Sorrows of the Black City, Muhammad al-Fayturi

Shadows, Wadih Sa’adah

The Strange Grief, al-Shabbi

A Storm in the Dark, al-Shabbi

A Body, Al-Saddiq al-Raddi

Annihilation, Muhammad Afifi Matar

Fragments from ‘Quartet of Joy’, Muhammad Affifi Matar

Mural, Mahmoud Darwish

We Will Choose Sophocles, Mahmoud Darwish 

Clouds, Ounsi el-Hajj

Smoke Bloom, Nadia Anjuman

Boat to Lesbos, Nourri al-Jarrah

Your body is my map, Nizar Qabbani

#Ask #Arabic Literature #Literature #Arabic Poetry #Poetry

[mallushaayara]

She made sense of your past

She lifted the weight of the present

in an instant

When she came,

light dawned

- Al Saddiq Al Raddi

#arabic poems #arabic poetry #poetry lovers #poetry post #life quotes #life #muse thoughts #muse things #inner monologue

[libraryofvenus]

Nothing - Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi (tr. Sarah Maguire & Atef Alshaer)

Before you start reading, put down your pen: consider the ink, how it comprehends bleeding Learn from the distant horizon and from the narrowing eyes the expansiveness of vision and the treachery of hands Do not blame me – do not blame anyone – if you die before you read on before blood is understood

#poem #poetry #poem of the day #poemoftheday #literature #mustread #bookblr #books #reader #reading #quotes #must read #library #writers #writing #author #read #readers of tumblr #litblr #literatureblr #student #studentblr #studyblr #study #studyinspo #poets #arabic poetry #african poetry #sudanese poetry

[finita-la-commedia]

How beautifully you offered me the moon, as I caressed away your tears, and you, alight with love, thrust at my vitals with a kitchen knife. Was I here       or there ? How one we were !

Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi, “Close up”

#Sudanese poet #Arabic poetry #Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi

[finita--la--commedia]

Suddenly - a small fox, playful, floods your wounded heart with joy He searches your face with his singular gaze, knows you're at one with his vagabond stance                                                                                                                           That very night I longed for you, I missed your exquisite arousal, I yearned for the moon that knew our names ...

Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi (born 1969), from “Small Fox” (2006), translated from the Arabic by Sarah Maguire

#Sudanese poet #poetry

[viperslang]

You are one of my favorite people and poets in the world. Do you have any advice for new writers?

Thank you. I appreciate the confidence you have in my advice coz I mostly feel a little awry about giving advice when it comes to writing.

A few things I would tell my younger self are –

Invest time in building community. 

Impostor Syndrome is internalized oppression and utterly bollocks.

Engage with other people in arts, not only writers. 

Workshops ≠ echo chambers.Read more critical theory, anthropology, cultural critiques. 

Remember Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi : “Write / certain of what electrifies the body /sure of how to rig the scene

& keep at it. It is worth the agony and the ecstasy. :)

[liarsdagger]

A Body, Al-Saddiq al-Raddi