Reading Laâbi‘s prison poems while the Senate pretends to interview a torturer to head up the CIA is kinda surreal.
Reading Laâbi‘s prison poems while the Senate pretends to interview a torturer to head up the CIA is kinda surreal.
This cover is sooooooo beautiful. And this: “Write, do not stop. How, on every page, to vanquish this distress, this feeling of futility that keeps jolting and paralyzing me? Can writing, simply writing, shake the rule of a state of siege, when every street has become a death trap, when the torture chambers have no vacancies, when an entire people is losing blood every day, when a country is on auction, divided up into lots large and small,...”
I tried to read 30 poetry collections during National Poetry Month and almost made it! Click the link to see my favorites ... Phew! Ready for May! http://readingenvy.blogspot.com/2017/04/national-poetry-month-2017.html
In which the poet explains his connection to (what else) the jacaranda #jacaranda
Another day, another jacaranda. For those of you keeping track, this is the fourth instance in my reading this year!