A Prayer
by Adonis
I prayed that you would remain in the ashes
I prayed that you would not see the sun nor awaken–
We didn’t experiece your night, we weren’t taken to sea with the blackness;
I prayed, Phoenix
that enchantment is guiding and our encounter
is in the fire in the ashes,
I prayed that madness will lead us.
Translated with the help of Mirene Ghossein
For One More Time
by Adonis
For one more time for one last time
I dream that I fall in place–
I live in the island of colors
I live like a person
They are reconciled, the gods of blindness and the gods of vision
For one last time.
Translated with the help of Mirene Ghossein
I Yield My Days
by Adonis
I yield my days to an identity
rising and falling under my vessel
and I dig, in my eyes, my grave.
I am lord of the phantoms I grant them
my sex and yesterday I granted them my language
And I cried out to History, defeated
Stumbling, I tripped over my lips
And I cried out to the terror that burns
up the green trees in my lungs.
I am lord of the phantoms I hit them
and urge them on in my blood and my throat
The sun is a grave and I throw at it
my lariat and the wind is my hat.
Translated with the help of Mirene Ghossein
A Language For Distance
by Adonis
Yesterday underneath the eyesockets (the rock quarry) I traveled under the dust
so I heard our echo
and I heard the collapse of borders.
And I returned, and it is said I forgot there,
from amazement, my footsteps
My footsteps? Well, as if I saw them
free, moving between the arteries and between the lungs
And the curves (of the ribs) circulated and were led
shocked and curious
inside the waist in the skin
in the abyss, unseen
As if I saw them
after this return .
They continue, and don’t glance, my footsteps
Between us there is a language for distance we are ignorant of it’s expressions.
Translated with the help of Mirene Ghossein
Done:
You can see the full size here.
This took flipping forever and there are many things I’m not pleased with about it, but it’s done. My first-ever fully photoshop-colored illustration of this size and complexity. Whew.
Carried over from my previous job as morning news assembler over at TomPaine.com, I have a nasty habit of spending the first 3 hours of every day just surfing the internet, reading news and then perusing the various activism stuff that’s on line. There’s a lot of cool activity done by cool groups but it’s coming out my ears today. I need to find a way to focus.
Today’s finds?
Make The Road By Walking
Stay Free!
LaborArts
Left Turn: Notes From The Global Intifada
Art For Change
Dollars & Sense
OfficeOps
VisualResistance
Plus several additions to the blogroll to the right.
Help!
I’m drowning!
My acceptance letter from SVA came in the mail today.
In celebration, I drew the Fantastic Four (I’m not done coloring yet).
I just bought a box of colored pencils (well, just bought a week ago) and yesterday I sat down to break ‘em in.
This is my first post. As of 11:00 am Friday, April 20th 2007 I am in a shitty mood. Hopefully this will pass.
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