sans it is all ceremony it is all the cloths all gathered-in it is white tailor’s chalk in a neat triangle it is the blanket-stitch before the machine it is the neighbour woman with her bone-pick pulling stitches one by one from the curtain lining the [bone-pick] is ivory coloured a little larger than a [tooth-pick] nubbed to cradle under the silks and lift them up so she can snip it at the ties the little knot hidden in back of the material stretched out across her knees is silver the thread is doubled-to her material is some floral-stuff on white laid onto a cream skirting she will rinse it out in cold water later and hang it on the monday line the blue-blue rope of the monday line the length of material is clean / sweaty from her handiwork she will hang it over the gauze of her nets which are always immaculate her effort is blind she does not need eyes to feel her work her gathering-to of the pleats Copyright 2013 Chris Murray Published Southword Online URL http://www.munsterlit.ie/Southword/Issues/25/murray_christine.html Collected The Blind, Oneiros Books, 2013
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You will remain an example
(To Gandhi)
I will walk with all walking people
And no
I will not stand still
Just to watch the passers-by
This is my homeland
In which
I have
A palm tree
A drop in a cloud
And a grave to protect me
This is more beautiful
Than all cities of fog
And cities which
Do not recognise me
My master:
I would like to have power
Even for one day
To build the “republic of feelings”.You Will Remain an Example is © Tal Al-Mallouhi, imprisoned in Syria (2011-2013, from 2013 to the present her status is categorised as ‘unknown’) translated from the Arabic by Ghias Aljundi.
“The Writers in Prison Committee of PEN International condemns the five year sentence handed down on 14 February 2011 to blogger, poet and high school student Tal Al-Mallouhi on the…
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Three Red Things
the three red things are:
a red umbrella with a black lace trim
spoke-shattered it belongs to my mother,
does not match my abstract and faux
snaky blouson jacket,Alfred Schütze’s The Enigma of Evil
a memento-mori from his old library,
its red cover is rain-glued-sodden.
I bind myself to a tree,a shopping bag, berry-red
not much to say about it
is the third red thing.And I am in the park,
moulded to the body of a treeits roots are moving beneath my feet.
I am afraid it will tear up from the
soil’s hungry drinking as,form crystallises
assumes its
almost shape,within the silica of
this holding-skin,beneath crystal swipe
and tungsten-lungeinto the exact point
and drain,then seep
from the vessel-encasement,
not sustainer.Form crystallises
until
form becomesa stone dress
press-to
drop-by-drop
raindrop-and-sinew
the whole womannot tamp-in
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