{"id":61485,"date":"2021-10-02T08:13:19","date_gmt":"2021-10-02T08:13:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.worldofculture2020.com\/?p=61485"},"modified":"2021-10-02T08:13:19","modified_gmt":"2021-10-02T08:13:19","slug":"a-dog-of-contrasts-barking-in-my-head-garden-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/?p=61485","title":{"rendered":"A dog of contrasts barking in my head garden"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Dedicated to the Palestinian poet Dr. Yusef Hanna<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
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Fathi Muhadub | Tunisia<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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From Arabic Dr. Yousef Hanna | Palestine<\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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After the family tree has disappeared<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I wound up as Hornblower in a hospital<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I invite all patients to take their morphine quota<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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To lure a blind sheep to sleep<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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To rebel eagle stuck in the strait of cells<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I invite a friendly meteor to change direction<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And I plan to assassinate a flying saucer<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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He plays dice in the house of the dead<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I have an orphan bullet in my pocket<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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But death a dragon with countless heads<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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You sleep away<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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However, your voice knocks at the door of my heart<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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continuously<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Like an amazing guest from the Milky Way.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I am God<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And the community of words are my servants<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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When he accidentally broke the jar<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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From pottery tore shrouded blood of ancestors.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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There are words that light up at night.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Cobbler<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Kisses the shoes before darning<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Since it’s felled with women scent.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\/\/\/<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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A point of light<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Between two nullities<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Connoisseur\u2019s entity<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Of loneliness excess<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I almost got to be a god.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Dear Shepherd<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Your sad flute<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Snatches a lot of geese from my heart garden.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Two butterflies<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Wheezing in the meadow<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And I am a dead lamp<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Without a butterfly.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Coming winter<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I\u2019ll buy a grave and dedicate it<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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To a vampire.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Your shadow is crying<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Like a daisy<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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On the brink of omission.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Dear father<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Your dense cloud<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Like Minerva\u2019s owl.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She did not scrape an artery<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Unless tore it off with her teeth<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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That lioness<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Who swallowed my little boat.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I haven’t seen anything all my life<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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But I saw many things in sleep.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I saw the truth<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Like a blind woman in a brothel.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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You are a polite gun<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I am your evil voice<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Your voice that jumps like a greyhound<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Behind its prey.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Kick day ship<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And evening, you sleep at the bottom of the abyss.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Illusion is the truth<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Therefore, I refute the arguments of the day<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Waiting for the resurrection of Zarkaa Al Yamama<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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May you guide me to shiny springs.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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God’s face<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Is seen in beautiful words.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The poet is the only one who brings God down to earth.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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By the light of words.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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He said to the animal:<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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How much I love you, O my brother who does not speak.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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When he went mad<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Discovered deep eyes<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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In his body.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Dog of contrasts<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Barking all night long<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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In my head garden.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Clay loves clay<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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He said to the jar:<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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What gorgeous you are, my sister.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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From my cross they made a cudgel<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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To assassinate the light.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Clouds go to the opera house<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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At night<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Only one cloud<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Sleeps on my bed<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Like a girl from ceramics<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Slowly chews pistachio of my memories.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And from her knee<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Dead birds fall.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Loneliness is a door<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Whenever I knock him lightly<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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It opens slowly<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Fifty cubits of an invisible being<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Pull me<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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To the bottom of a black hole.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Her heart is a city full of coffins<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She has stolen all my stars<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Which I raised in exile<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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After a primitive plot<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She turned me into a statue<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Fills in her perforated pocket<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Water of happiness.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Maniacs move my house<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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From the frozen bank<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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To the islands of semiotics<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I was in a blind-drawn carriage.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Air was a bridge<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And the stars are girls having sex<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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in the space<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I was throwing cash and fruits to witches<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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My home will be a river of music<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Warm and deep like flames of prayer.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n