Dunya Mikhail, from "The Iraqi Nights", The Iraqi Nights (trans. Kareem James Abu-Zeid) [ID'd]
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Dunya Mikhail, from "The Iraqi Nights", The Iraqi Nights (trans. Kareem James Abu-Zeid) [ID'd]
"I still feel that poetry is not medicine — it's an X-ray. It helps you see the wound and understand it. We all feel alienated because of this continuous violence in the world. We feel alone, but we feel also together. So we resort to poetry as a possibility for survival. However, to say I survived is not so final as to say, for example, I'm alive. We wake up to find that the war survived with us."
Dunya Mikhail, Revisiting Iraq Through The Eyes Of An Exiled Poet
Ringrazio tutti coloro che non amo perché non mi fanno venire il mal di testa, non mi fanno scrivere lunghe lettere, non agitano i miei sogni, non li attendo con ansia, non leggo i loro oroscopi sul giornale, non compongo il loro numero di telefono, non li penso. Li ringrazio molto, non mi mettono in subbuglio la vita.
Dunya Mikhail
Someone says he saw her / two dots glistening, / refuting another’s sight / of a feline’s eyes hunting in the darkness. / so scary, he says, how the moon hides in her red circle.
dunya mikhail, the stranger in her feminine sign
“So strange,
in my dream of us,
you were also a dream.”
— Dunya Mikhail, section 13 of “Tablets IV,” Poetry (July/ August 2018)
And what will I do now with all this loneliness?
Dunya Mikhail
Dunya Mikhail, tr. by Elizabeth Winslow, from The War Works Hard; “America”
hello! for some reason, the thought of asking about web weaving prompts completely escaped me until now. you're the first I am asking! hello!!!
I don't see this sort of web weaving subject around, so is it possible to make one about an abandoned AI? (the fictional, sapient kind, not the ones irl lol)
like an AI, with a sapient mind, just..... alone. lost between the lines of code in cyberspace, wishing for someone like them to destroy their isolation
How can you mourn for something not living?
I hope this fills the prompt well! It was very interesting to do. I'm sorry it took so long! ;^^
Subtitle, Weldon Kees | Can't Help Myself, Oliver Rain | Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land, MARINA | If I Were Paul, Mark Jarman | Robot Apocalypses, Beatrice Bywater | One More Love Poem, Dunya Mikhail | Just Take My Wallet, Jack Stauber | Machine, John Ciardi | There Is Absolutely Nothing Lonelier, Matthew Rohrer | Conjure, Rachel Blau DuPlessis | More than whispers, less than rumors, Bob Hicok | The Day the Saucers Came, Neil Gaiman | The Birds Outside My Window Sing During a Pandemic, Lee Herrick | End Poem, Julian Gough | 2001: A Space Odyssey, Arthur C. Clarke & Stanley Kubrick
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