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From one of my favorite films, Johnny Guitar!!!
My portrait of the United Nations logo!
My portrait of J. Robert OppenheimerâŠ
Collage art of Will Smith slapping Chris RockâŠ.
Poem I wrote a while ago on edibles with some Fence Books and Nightboat books in my mindâŠ.
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âAll know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.â
â Kabir
New work made 2day.
Jack Spicer, âA New Poemâ
Portrait of JK Rowling next to copies of five of her seven Harry Potter novels.
Untitled (Toad/Water) (c. 1955-57) Ray Johnson, American, 1927-1995 Collage of cut colored, printed, coated, and painted papers, with brush and pink ink, yellow wax, and touches of graphite, on board
Ray Johnson. Untitled [James Dean in the Rain], ca. 1953-59.
collage on illustration board
In 1923 RenĂ© Clair asks writers and artists their opinion about "seventh art" and Louis Aragon replies: "I like films in which there is no philosophy or poetry. Poetry isnât something you look for, itâs something you find."
Poet and puppet artist Pierre Albert-Birot: "The work of art begins where imitation ends. I remember the first film comedies very dimly. It seems to me that they were really creative and, what is more, dynamic, truly born of the new medium of expression put at manâs disposal."
Poet, novelist, and filmmaker Jean Cocteau: "On the first day, since people were dazzled by the invention (of cinema), the mistake began. They photographed stage plays. Gradually these plays became cinematic plays, but never pure cinema. Such progress can only be disastrous."
Fernand Léger: "In the future, I hope for this: A cinematic concept that finds its own methods. As long as the film is based on fiction or the theater, it will be nothing. As long as it uses stage actors, it will be nothing."
Pierre Mac Orlan: "Cinema is the only art that can render our era literally in expressionist form, with all its secret rhythms which music has already grasped, but which the art of writing cannot render because language imposes a rigid framework that cannot be dislocated."
Another impressive answer from Paul ValĂ©ry: "I think that there is a need to institute an art of pure cinema, or cinema reduced to its own means. This art should steer clear of thoseâtheater or novelâthat deal in speech."
Inger Christensen
For Mona Lisa
and the moon never stops leaving its seal on black events
Line from "Beyond" by Bei Dao, 1993
André du Bouchet
SANG Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
âŠsang tel quâ est pour le dire de surcroĂźt accouru sourdre un mot le mot est lĂ pas moi.
André du Bouchet, « Axiome », Ici en deux, Paris, Mercure de France, 1986, p. 159.
18th Poetry International Festival Rotterdam, 1987
[Cession] Â [Du bord de la faux]Â Â [En pleine terre]
What are your favorite Arabic poems, if you have any?
These are some of my favorites:
An Ocean Without Shore, Ibn âArabi
Fragment from Al-Buhturiâs Wolf
From the Luzumiyat of al-Maâarri
From the Diwan of al-Maâarri
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-Malaâika
Myths, Nazik al-Malaâika
Who am I?, Nazik al-Malaâika
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 Saâadah
The Strange Grief, al-Shabbi
A Storm in the Dark, al-Shabbi
A Body, Al-Saddiq al-Raddi
Annihilation, Muhammad Afifi Matar
Fragments from âQuartet of Joyâ, Muhammad Affifi Matar
Mural, Mahmoud Darwish
We Will Choose Sophocles, Mahmoud DarwishÂ
Clouds, Ounsi el-Hajj
Smoke Bloom, Nadia Anjuman
Boat to Lesbos, Nourri al-Jarrah
Your body is my map, Nizar Qabbani