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metamorphesque · 1 year
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— Adonis, translated by Khaled Mattawa
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majestativa · 20 days
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Blood is our secret ink.
— Fatima Mahmoud, The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology, transl by Khaled Mattawa, (2001)
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llovelymoonn · 9 months
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hi, could i request a web on turning older. I was talking to my friend yesterday, and turning 30 seems so terrifying, at the same time it also seems normal just like another. But I'm not able to turn my back to all the responsibilities and what people expect of me, to all that i have set myself to achieve before this "30 milestone"
Absolutely love your blog btw. So glad i found you in this platform :)
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lifeinpoetry · 2 years
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What will you do, dear God, without us? How will you fare, alone again in the empty vast, in the dark of your creation, without us giving you your name?
— Khaled Mattawa, from "Shikwah," Fugitive Atlas
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home is the first grave
Karen Russell St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves / unknown / @/southern-gothic-decay (on tumblr) / Adonis (tr. Khaled Mattawa) excerpt from Body, "Selected Poems" / unknown / Mary Oliver Metamorphosque / Nikki Giovanni excerpt from Adulthood II, "Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day" / Warsan Shire excerpt from Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head: Poems / Team Dresch Uncle Phranc / @/elsiewarrenswords (on tumblr) / Wych elm Susan Smith
i. Karen Russell, St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
[ "her own bedroom. When she was very small, she would wake up tearing at her bedspread and shrieking, 'I wanna go home! I wanna go home!' Which was distressing to all of us, of course, because she was home." ]
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[ "FUCK YOU IF YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN / I'LL SHOVE MY HANDS DOWN YOUR THROAT / AND RIP OUT THE VERY HEART YOU STOLE FROM ME / UNTIL YOU CAN'T BREATHE AND THE HAUNTING / IMAGES FILL YOUR BRAIN AND THE BUGS / EAT YOUR REMAINS THERE WILL BE NO / REMORSE FROM ME AND I HOPE OU ROT IN THE GRAVE / YOU STOLE MY CHILDHOOD FROM ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT" ]
iii. @/southern-gothic-decay
[ "2. You can always make things more difficult. Draw it out. Make it interesting. Oh, you don't want to follow someone else's blueprints? Oh, you want to create something new? Too bad. We can't all be architects. Some of us were born to lay the bricks. Some of us were born to hide the bodies. You've been building this house since you were born, just like your father. Just like your father, you will not live to see it finished. The house has been a nursery. The house has been a burial site. The house is swallowing bodies before the blood has dried. Your inheritance is a knife's edge. Your inheritance is a culling. When the time comes, even your coffin will be a family heirloom. Come, make sure the measurements are right." ]
iv. Adonis (tr. Khaled Mattawa), Body
[ "And his ghosts said: Let's move on / Before the body is piling itself upon itself / secret by secret / Rot is also a heart / rot is also childhood / rot is also what love is" ]
v. Mary Oliver, Metamorphosque
[ "In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be." ]
vi. Nikki Giovanni, Adulthood II
[ "There is always something / of the child / in us that wants / a strong hand to hold / through the hungry season / of growing up" ]
vii. Warsan Shire, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
[ "Mama, I made it / out of our home / alive, raised by / the voices in my head." ]
viii. Team Dresch, Uncle Phranc
[ "My mom says she loves me / But i don't think it's love / Cause she only loves me / When i act just like she does // And that's emotional blackmail" ]
ix. @/elsiewarrenswords
[ "I think that's what happens when you've lived a lonely childhood. You get too attached to people as you get older, in the hope that they'll give you the care and love that you missed out on and never leave you." ]
x. Wych elm, Susan Smith
[ "Why'd you do this to me / I was your baby / You made me" ]
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beforevenice · 1 year
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Is this really the world? Shall i grieve? Shall i hope?
// Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, Selected Poems
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tunisian · 1 year
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Adonis, excerpt from “Love” in Adonis: Selected Poems (tr. by Khaled Mattawa)
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kitchen-light · 2 years
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The tenderness that you find between the poems emerged from my need for it, and as I assembled the book, from my awareness that the reader needs it too. I don’t think I could have continued to write the poems in Fugitive Atlas if I did not know that there are places for tenderness that I could reach out for in the world, moments to buoy me, and to assure me that kindness exists in abundance, and it’s what we live for.
Khaled Mattawa, from “Short Conversations With Poets | Khaled Mattawa by Ilya Kaminsky”, published in McSweeney’s, January 11, 2021
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liquidcargo · 2 years
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Hawkeye Pierce + Trauma + Water
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oldwinesoul · 1 year
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Wait Do not leave yet. Let me arrange the world for you.
—Faraj Bou al-Isha, tr. Khaled Mattawa
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persephonediary · 1 year
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Bitter insomnia comes to light its candles ... Time is not a bed, the earth is not sleep ... A room betrayed by sleep No dream And night is a grave.
Adonis, Selected Poems
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metamorphesque · 1 year
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— Adonis, translated by Khaled Mattawa
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majestativa · 20 days
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... this love that has dropped us in its abyss.
— Maisoon Saqr al-Qasimi, A Mad Man Who Does Not Love Me, transl by Khaled Mattawa
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llovelymoonn · 2 years
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somewhere, there's love
undo (1994) dir. shunji inwai (via @roserosette) \\ adonis celebrating childhood (tr. khaled mattawa) (via @metamorphesque) \\ alessandro teoldi \\ @icantremembersorry \\ ??
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lifeinpoetry · 2 years
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Don’t close your eyes, or the stories you’ve told will swallow you.
— Khaled Mattawa, from "Procreation," Fugitive Atlas
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Adonis, Tr. khaled mattawa
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