Tuesday, November 15, 2011

On: There is still a wall in front of me.


Between a poem and a poem
There is an age
Of memories emptiness
Who will document nonexistence?
It is the age of the poet


Whenever my head shattered a wall
I said: ‘I still have a head’
Whenever a wall shattered my head
I said: ‘There is still a wall in front of me’

Nabila Zubair – A Sea Haunts Me

Monday, November 14, 2011

On: relating to pigeons

The first page of my diary-in-progress.