Is he Simon Antoon or not ?? I want to contact with him couse my thesis on his novel and I need his help

I didn't know he had such respect for Malcolm X

A Cold Coming "A cold coming we had of it." T. S. Eliot Journey of the Magi I saw the charred Iraqi lean towards me from bomb-blasted screen, his windscreen wiper like a pen ready to write down thoughts for men, his windscreen wiper like a quill he's reaching for to make his will. I saw the charred Iraqi lean like someone made of Plasticine as though he'd stopped to ask the way and this is what I heard him say: 'Don't be afraid I've picked on you for this exclusive interview. Isn't it your sort of poet's task to find words for this frightening mask? If that gadget that you've got records words from such scorched vocal chords, press RECORD before some dog devours me mid-monologue.' So I held the shaking microphone closer to the crumbling bone: 'I read the news of three wise men who left their sperm in nitrogen, three foes of ours, three wise Marines with sample flasks and magazines, three wise soldiers from Seattle who banked their sperm before the battle. Did No. 1 say: God be thanked I've got my precious semen banked. And No. 2: O praise the Lord my last best shot is safely stored. And No. 3: Praise be to God I left my wife my frozen wad? So if their fate was to be gassed at least they thought their name would last, and though cold corpses in Kuwait they could by proxy procreate. Excuse a skull half roast, half bone for using such a scornful tone. It may seem out of all proportion but I wish I'd taken their precaution. They seemed the masters of their fate with wisely jarred ejaculate Was it a propaganda coup to make us think they'd cracked death too. disinformation to defeat us with no post-mortem millilitres? Symbolic billions in reserve made me, for one, lose heart and nerve. On Saddam's pay we can't afford to go and get our semen stored. Sad to say that such high tech's uncommon here. We're stuck with sex. If you can conjure up and stretch your imagination (and not retch) the image of me beside my wife closely clasped creating life... (I let the unfleshed skull unfold a story I'd been already told, and idly tried to calculate the content of ejaculate: the sperm in one ejaculation equals the whole Iraqi nation times, roughly, let's say, 12.5 though that .5's not now alive. Let's say the sperms were an amount so many times the body count, 2,500 times at least (but let's wait till the toll's released!). Whichever way Death seems outflanked by one tube of cold bloblings banked. Poor bloblings, maybe you've been blessed with, of all fates possible, the best according to Sophocles i.e. 'the best of fates is not to be' a philosophy that's maybe bleak for any but an ancient Greek but difficult these days to escape when spoken to by such a shape. When you see men brought to such states who wouldn't want that 'best of fates' or in the world of Cruise and Scud not go kryonic if he could, spared the normal human doom of having made it through the womb?) He heard my thoughts and stopped the spool: 'I never thought life futile, fool! Though all Hell began to drop I never wanted life to stop. I was filled with such a yearning to stay in life as I was burning, such a longing to be beside my wife in bed before I died, and, most, to have engendered there a child untouched by war's despair. So press RECORD! I want to reach the warring nations with my speech. Don't look away! I know it's hard to keep regarding one so charred, so disfigured by unfriendly fire and think it once burned with desire. Though fire has flayed off half my features they once were like my fellow creatures', till some screen-gazing crop-haired boy from Iowa or Illinois, equipped by ingenious technophile put paid to my paternal smile and made the face you see today an armature half-patched with clay, an icon framed, a looking glass for devotees of "kickinng ass", a mirror that returns the gaze of victors on their victory days and in the end stares out the watcher who ducks behind his headline: GOTCHA! or behind the flag-bedecked page 1 of the true to bold-type-setting SUN! I doubt victorious Greeks let Hector join their feast as spoiling spectre, and who'd want to sour the children's joy in Iowa or IIinois or ageing mothers overjoyed to find their babies weren't destroyed? But cabs beflagged with SUN front pages don't help peace in future ages. Stars and Stripes in sticky paws may sow the seeds for future wars. Each Union Jack the kids now wave may lead them later to the grave. But praise the Lord and raise the banner (excuse a skull's sarcastic manner!) Desert Rat and Desert Stormer without scars and (maybe) trauma, the semen-bankers are all back to sire their children in their sack. With seed sown straight from the sower dump second-hand spermatozoa! Lie that you saw me and I smiled to see the soldier hug his child. Lie and pretend that I excuse my bombing by B52s, pretend I pardon and forgive that they still do and I don't live, pretend they have the burnt man's blessing and then, maybe, I'm spared confessing that only fire burnt out the shame of things I'd done in Saddam's name, the deaths, the torture and the plunder the black clouds all of us are under. Say that I'm smiling and excuse the Scuds we launched against the Jews. Pretend I've got the imagination to see the world beyond one nation. That's your job, poet, to pretend I want my foe to be my friend. It's easier to find such words for this dumb mask like baked dogturds. So lie and say the charred man smiled to see the soldier hug his child. This gaping rictus once made glad a few old hearts back in Baghdad, hearts growing older by the minute as each truck comes without me in it. I've met you though, and had my say which you've got taped. Now go away.' I gazed at him and he gazed back staring right through me to Iraq. Facing the way the charred man faced I saw the frozen phial of waste, a test-tube frozen in the dark, crib and Kaaba, sacred Ark, a pilgrimage of Cross and Crescent the chilled suspension of the Present. Rainbows seven shades of black curved from Kuwait back to Iraq, and instead of gold the frozen crock's crammed with Mankind on the rocks, the congealed geni who won't thaw until the World renounces War, cold spunk meticulously jarred never to be charrer or the charred, a bottled Bethlehem of this come- curdling Cruise/Scud-cursed millenium. I went. I pressed REWIND and PLAY and I heard the charred man say:

Arvanites, Albanoi Yllirët are the autochtonous of balkan, all the world know it but modern politics are crazyness, the greeks lived for a long time in Myths that they are the great greeks, fortunately, today we have the internet, social networks, and people no longer depend on the interests of politics and MEDIA autocracy, undil 1900s the only language in athens Was albanian(arvanitika) The ""greek"" heroes that fought the ottomans are all albanians, Tosk dialectic albanians (ÇAM), and the greeks are being ashamed of it, becausr the leaders have been brainwashed for a long time

Adore this wonderful man. A brilliant writer. Very accessable.❤

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I wonder how many boys from orphanages found love from other boys....nowhere else. I know of two such.

This is the sort of discussion required today

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Super doc qui replonge dans un Sénégal d’avant .

Congratulation & All the best _Anvesh TV KZfaq channel

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I am sorry to say that I did not know this man until today. His life and work interests me very much, as I can see we have much in common. Although he is gone, but never forgotten, nice to meet you Sir. I too am a Marxist, a painter and a writer. I am looking forward to reading much of his work.

Post op.if you really cared about civil rights, you'd go back to the south side & help blm. Have fun with the andro baby. #unfit, disobedient parent. Despite the degree and 1979 year of birth, she still sounds like a student radio journalist broadcasting from a basement.

Matt Kennard is a fucking hero.

Also Freud's Thanatos and Eros, death and love.

The bronze statue is "very Hollywood...does our thinking for us...very kitsch." Screw you lady.

best delivery of this poem. Best capitalist protest.

I'm glad vietnam won the war they kicked America ass 🇻🇳

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Fascinating psychological insights. Thank you for this.

Listening to this conversation the war against Russia was already on the way.The demonising of Putin which Karel mentioned.We are now in Dec 2022 we are there with all the planned trouble in the Ukkraine.Karel wouldn't last 5 minutes as a politician.You have to be a good liar deciever and manipulator folloing orders.That isn't Karel he never was.

I often wonder why I'm obsessed with birds.😀

Pakistani Punjabi Musalman history

Jean Genet died in Paris April 15, 1986, and a few hours later in Baltimore I was born on April 16. I feel the connection as a writer with he, who wrote angelically about thievery and prostitution, as I feel a connection with Charles Chaplin, who's birthday was 98 years before, April 16, 1888.

Interesting commentary - thanks.

People have to choose “ EITHER MANDIR/MASJID or DEVELOPMENT”.

What a remark " Heart is gone out". She has a profound knowledge of every affairs. Glaring example of true communist.

Allah/God sends his Poets to Revitalize Our Souls. Rafeef exemplifies Palestinian Women Compassion.

6 years and only 6,000 views? 😳

Adivasis.. Don't understand Greed very true..

Arundhatiii!!!Beauty!

I consider Sultan Khan as the first Indian GM...not Anand. Under those horrible oppressive playing conditions..look at the manner in which he starngked Capa..its not the win itself but the manner. Deep positional play. Flawless for a person who had to come home and wash dishes for his master. Not one of todays players could do this double role and survive. Imagine Bobby Fischer doing that!!

Esto pasaban en telesur. Los infradotados q veian tn jamas tuvieron un programa tan bueno

Many South Asians forget the fact that RSS was founded way after the Muslim League party in India. Muslim League was established in 1906 and RSS in 1925. Muslims are also not backward in playing communal politics

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He may have easily became world champion if his master gave him at least 5 more years to gain experience

I always thought that animation was the next stage in the advancement of art as we could make such images hypnotise by movement, I am influenced by Max Earnst and Leonora Carrington, however its a pity how female artists get reduced to who they were married to. I have never married but have made a 3 minutes film extending the narrative of his painting Two Children are Threatened by a Nightingale which you can see here: kzfaq.info/get/bejne/qcl9Y9OU15mplmQ.html

Thank you for reminding me of the power of words and the importance of poetry

The left's ideology is always the same. They made Brahmins - the enemy Now, she is insinuating banyans - the enemy. The society is made up of all kinds of people. The people should be working as a team to promote wealth and prosperity.

Just a portrait of Picasso

One of the greatest chess player I have ever heard of 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

WHAT IS THE NAME OF THE SONG AT THE END?

He should be awarded the title of GRANDMASTER. What a great player he was!!!!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

If left has any future inIndia then their is no future of india

John Wolesley is brilliant

For a free, united and socialist Basque country!

Thank you John Berger!

How can I watch Ma'loul??