Lots of Commas and Etceteras Lying about the Hallway: Four Poems by Julian Gallo

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A Sort Of Mirage

Shadows in ink. 

On such evenings I’m

too tired to applaud the maestro

but a fresh maté soothes nevertheless. 

War has not been declared

and there is not one fraction

of my life left behind. 

There are lots of commas

and etceteras lying about the hallway

waiting to be used, waiting to be set free

to dance across the page.

They seem to comfort each other

after these outbursts;

a sort of mirage

these words I cannot grasp


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The Second Life of Lewis Nawa: A Review of Ebola ’76 by Amir Tag Elsir

Health care workers, wearing protective suits, leave a high-risk area at the French NGO Medecins Sans Frontieres (Doctors without borders) Elwa hospital on August 30, 2014 in Monrovia. Liberia has been hardest-hit by the Ebola virus raging through west Africa, with 624 deaths and 1,082 cases since the start of the year. AFP PHOTO / DOMINIQUE FAGET        (Photo credit should read DOMINIQUE FAGET/AFP/Getty Images)

Health care workers on August 30, 2014 in Liberia. AFP photo by Dominique Faget, Getty Images

Nourhan Tewfik reviews Ebola ’76 by Amir Tag Elsir, translated by Charis Bredin and Emily Danby

As Lewis entered, Ebola was all around. It hovered inches from him, anticipating its moment to pounce. The virus had already claimed the bodies of most of the people he encountered there. It coursed through the blood of the old, sunken-cheeked beggar woman as she silently extended her hand towards Lewis to receive his half franc. It had infiltrated the veins of the stern guard, who now leant against his battered old rifle, his gaze flitting between the visitors as they came and went through the main gates. It inhabited the many mourners who passed before Lewis’s distracted gaze. Even as he knelt in tears beside the grave of his lover, who had died just two days previously, the virus was there, lurking in her corpse beneath the soil.

In his short novel Ebola ‘76, a Darf Publishers title translated by Charis Bredin and Emily Danby, the Sudanese writer Amir Tag Elsir moulds a fictionalised account of the 1976 Ebola outbreak in South Sudan and Congo.

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Killed: Postcards from Palestine by Carol Sansour


Killed by the silence 
Killed by the lies 
Killed waiting 
Killed wanting 
Killed fighting 
Killed negotiating 
Killed hungry 
Killed cold 
Killed lonely 
Killed in a group 
Killed in the light 
Killed in the dark 
Killed standing 
Killed sleeping 
Killed thinking
Killed dreaming 
Killed by the killer and the viewer and the god 

Seth Messinger on Alessandro Spina: Bordello Continent, Missione Civilizzatrice

“Marble Arch Built by Italians to Commemorate then victory in Libya”. Photo by Joe Willis. Source: joewillis.co.uk


Seth Messigner reviews The Confines of the Shadow by Alessandro Spina, translated by Andre Naffis-Sahely, a 2015 title by Darf Publishers, London

Confines of the Shadow is the first of three volumes written by Alessandro Spina and translated by Andre Naffis-Sahely. The London-based Darf Publishers has produced nonfiction works in English about Libya, the Arab World and the Middle East. Recently it started publishing translations of world literature as well. Confines of the Shadow links these two concentrations in one multi-volume project. Spina is at once a Libyan, an Arab, and an Italian. He spent much of his career writing his family’s history, through which he explored a uniquely tangled web of relations with the Mediterranean world.

Born Basili Shafik Khouzam, he was the son of a Maronite Lebanese merchant who immigrated to Benghazi at the time of the Italian occupation. And he had a life-long fascination with Libya and Italy’s entwined histories since the end of the nineteenth century. Like many insider-outsider families of the post-Ottoman world (Bares in Egypt, Memmi in North Africa, among countless – anonymous – others), Spina’s family did not fare well in the purgative atmosphere of Arab nationalism, and one imagines their descendants would struggle mightily in the even more astringent world proposed by radical Islamicists. Spina spent the years of World War II in Italy but otherwise lived in Libya until he saw the writing on the wall by the Qaddafi regime and moved to Italy permanently in 1980. His work is an extended meditation on the inter-connectedness of his two homes.

Confines of the Shadow contains three novels: The Young Maronite, The Marriage of Omar, and Nocturnal Visitor. It is distinct from other multi-volume novels/romans a clef in that they are part of a mammoth omnibus in the tradition of accounts of fading empires. His work calls to mind Joseph Roth, Robert Musil, and Canneti. What distinguishes it from these authors’ is his multivocality, his experimentalism, and the shifting perspectives between characters and narrators.

Confines of the Shadow is a house of many mansions. It has sections that are fable-like, others that are more suggestive of a bildungsroman. It is a novel of manners, a drawing room or domestic comedy. It is tragic, and it is polemical.

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Bare-bones Jihad: Three Remarks on Islamic Terrorism

1-There are at least two good reasons to disqualify jihad – including “the Islamic resistance” – from being a freedom fight (against colonialism/Zionism):

(a) in recent history jihad has been an instrument of these very forces; and

(b) Islam is in essence a religion of conquest.

Global wars were waged by early Muslims, not against them, with little or no regard for the spiritual dimension of the faith or even the nominal dictates of Sharia. To avoid giving them equal rights, for example, Al Hajjaj massacred non-Muslim subjects once they declared their conversion to Islam.

2-Neither difficult living conditions/lack of education nor political oppression can account for jihad.

Jihadis often hail from the upper echelons of society and receive the best (western) education. Jihadis have shown the same propensity for violence, intellectual unreason and ethical duplicity regardless of their social/political position.

Islamists and jihadi-sympathisers have enjoyed the patronage of oil-rich Wahhabis or their western allies not because of their being better representatives of their peoples or nations than military-based or dictatorial regimes but because of their conservatism, sectarianism and a-nationalism. They have adopted the pose of the victim even while in power.

3- While the provincial fifty percent can be induced to “vote for Islam”, no version of Sharia is compatible with the values of modern republican democracy, which have their basis in the Enlightenment and secularism.

In a Muslim-majority country more or less economically dependent on non-constitutional Wahhabi monarchies, to suggest that any political project based on Islam can be integrated into a pluralistic system where power is circulated is to lie through your teeth.

The true purpose of such propaganda is blackmail: “include” the moderates and they will spare you the wrath of the radicals.

In reality the distinction that the Quran makes in the context of political conflict is not between moderates and radicals but between hypocrites who will not fight in the way of Allah and believers who will (Surat at-Tawbah, 167).

Members of the bin Laden family vacation in Sweden in 1971. Source: nytimes.com
Members of the bin Laden family vacation in Sweden in 1971. Source: nytimes.com

My Unwritten Spoof

I had planned to write a spoof. I was to be a committed Islamist reviewing the first two years after 30 June. I would extoll the virtues of Egypt under the Muslim Brotherhood. I would glorify their puppet president Mohamed Morsi (aka the Mandela of the Arabs). Remembering the Rabaa massacre and the number of death sentences issued in its wake, I would underline the extra- and quasi-legal excesses of the fascist junta currently in charge. I would decry xenophobia, leader worship and the coup d’etat status quo. I would cite concepts of revolution and human rights in which I do not actually believe (cf, freedom of belief). I would appeal to shar’iyah – democratic legitimacy and shari’ah – divine law in the same breath. I would accuse the Copts, the infidels and the deep state of such evils as sectarianism, violence and unfreedom, absolving all manner of jihadis, fanatics and fundamentalist lunatics of exploiting the potential for positive change, working with the same deep state and army when it suited them… the moral of the story being that, had there been no military intervention to cut short Egypt’s democratic transformation, we would have been living in prime Garden of Eden real estate.

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رسالة صيف، ٢٠١٥

EGYPT. Cairo. January 29, 2013. Protestors during clashes with Egyptian police along the Corniche in central Cairo. By Moises Saman, 2013. Source: magnumphotos.com

EGYPT. Cairo. January 29, 2013. Protestors during clashes with Egyptian police along the Corniche in central Cairo. By Moises Saman, 2013. Source: magnumphotos.com

أن تحل ذكرى ميلادي في الأسبوع نفسه الذي يبلغ فيه ملحق النهار عيده الخمسين ربما أكثر من مصادفة. (أنا أحذرك من الآن يا قارئي، يا صديقي: ستكون رسالتي هذه القصيرة جداً، المدفوعة بقيظ القاهرة شخصية.) ثمة من يذهب إلى أنّ كل صدفة عنوان، إذا ما قصدتَه وصلتَ إلى بيت أو وطن. والحزن الذي يعصرني الآن على عنف ألاقيه متشرداً في الفضاء الافتراضي لا رباط بينه وبين مطبوعة نشأتْ قبل مولدي بأحد عشر عاماً. للأماني خزينة أضيف إليها. صحيح أنه، رغم إحساسي الأعمق بالانتماء إلى الملحق، لا يمكنني ادعاء الصلة بتاريخه أو فهم مكانه من النزاعات. لكن ليس مع الحزن يوم ميلادي إلا الحدس باقترابه من أحزان القائمين على خزينة الأماني. (ألم أقل لك إنها رسالة شخصية؟) ثمة مشكلات تترتب على الولع باللغة والحيد عن قطعان الولاء، النظر إلى الدنيا بعين السؤال. وأنا حيثما استرحت في مدينة أصغر وأوسع من الإسكندرية، وجدت من يشاركني هذه المشكلات. بيروت سحرتني وأفزعتني قبل عشرة أعوام مع أولى بشائر الربيع العربي، واليوم أظنني أكرهها كقطعة حلوة مُرّة مني إثر انفجار الربيع ذاته قنبلةً بدائية الصنع كما تسميها الصحافة المصرية. لا تقتل إلا أبرياء. زهرة في حجم الدنيا والدنيا تحترق. لكن الملحق لدي، وما بقي من ذكريات الأمل والخوف. الأجدى غيابهما. أجلس وسط الرماد أستحضر فرحة الكتابة وخبل الغرام. أتأمل عمري. وأتذكر مقولة روبرتو بولانيو قبل أن يموت في الخمسين: الكتابة بديل عن الانتظار. في أعداد سابقة للملحق ثمة سجل للانتظارات التي هزمناها. وثمة أفراح مؤجلة أيضاً رغم كل شيء. أنا وأنت يا قارئي، على الأقل مازلنا هنا. والأيام التي ألقتنا على قارعة التاريخ نتسول قوتنا ونفرح بالفتات أو نبصق عليه… مازالت تخضّ جسدينا. غداً أو بعد غد – ربما في أمانينا فقط – تتحقق المعجزة ولا نعود نقعي في ظل الحواجز بلا مسدسات. ربما ليس سوى أمانينا فعلاً، إلا أننا ندخر زهداً يا صديقي. وبينما الكذبات تتكالب على الكاذبين وهم عليها – بينما الانفجارات تذكرنا بخيبة أمل الإنسانية سواء أفي القاهرة أو في بيروت، في عرض المتوسط وعلى شواطئ لازوردية سيغرقون بامتدادها وهم بعدُ فقراء – أنا أكتب لك.


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