Mina Nagy: Mistakes


Source: 1stdibs.com

I make this many mistakes 

just to be sure that one morning

I will cross over to the cafe

without them being counted.

“I wish you were here”

is not such a cliche

considering it is the point of my life.

I hate Freud for practical reasons,

Marx for aesthetic ones.

But Hegel – he sneaks me the kind of theology

that keeps you going behind your mother’s back.

Kafka laughs his bitter Jew’s laugh

every time I complain to him about you.

In the morning I cross over to the cafe

carrying a bag with a laptop inside it,

my mistakes’ register.

كارول صنصور: في المشمش | النص الكامل


Sally Mann, Virginia at 4, 1989. Source: phillips.com

إشارة مرور
جدار فصل
قصر جاسر
ملحمة أمل
مخيم عزة
زبالة أمم متحدة لتشغيل لاجئين
شارع جديد
حجارة بناء
حصمة، رمل، جرّافة
سيارات سيارات سيارات
مطاعم مطاعم مطاعم
رهبان دير
حراس مهد
بوليس سياحي
قصر رئاسة

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Carol Sansour: In the Time of the Apricots (The Complete Text)

Greek Orthodox service in the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem

Christopher Anderson, Greek Orthodox service in the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem, 2007.


Way in

Traffic lights


Separation wall

Jacir Palace

Amal Butchery

Azza Camp


United Nations Relief and Works Agency rubbish

New street

Building stones

Pebbles Sand Bulldozer


Cars cars cars

Restaurants restaurants restaurants

Monastery monks

Nativity guards

Tourist police



Presidential palace





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Seth Messinger: Laâbi, Maghreb, Anfas


Source: diptykblog.com

Olivia C. Harrison and Teresa Villa-Ignacio’s Souffles-Anfas: A Critical Anthology from the Moroccan Journal of Culture and Politics, published by Stanford University Press this year, is a new way into the Middle East and North Africa

There would be little point in writing a conventional review of Souffles-Anfas. A collection such as this is about far more than the curatorial choices made by the editors, and should be celebrated simply for existing at all. To that end praise and congratulations should flow to the editors and to Stanford University Press for backing the publication. There can be no more apt reason for university presses to exist than to publish manifestoes and articles from a quintessential little magazine that endured less than seven years before being suppressed and shut down by an increasingly intolerant Moroccan government. On the other hand one of the journal editors recounts that the need to write so afflicted a contributor that he submitted a short story to an automobile club magazine simply to have an audience. Any collection of writings about the Middle East and North Africa that includes such a story demands an even larger, international audience.

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Mina Nagy: Pick-Up Lines


Elliott Erwitt, New York City, 1977. Source: magnumphotos.com

I can only relate poems to dreams,

that’s why the last three years

I had a few of them

though I’d already denounced myself as a poet;

because escaping from consciousness

is like escaping from the self,

it doesn’t go past skin’s borders.


I’ve counted masturbation sessions as though counting sheep,

without calculating mean or median

or any statistical tricks.

I wanted to say, Love you,

but it came out, Fuck you.

Maybe we can have dinner some time?

Pauls Toutonghi: The Gospel of Judas

Caravaggio’s "The Taking of Christ". Source: newyorker.com

Caravaggio’s “The Taking of Christ”. Source: newyorker.com

He is arrogant.

Like a Jerusalem oak—growing in the most narrow fissure, the most meager soil—that was his arrogance, at first. There was almost nothing to feed it. It was thin and pale and stood apart from the vast landscape of him—a few dry green leaves that were, at most, a distraction, a distraction from that great and beautiful emptiness. Because that’s what was most remarkable about him—that emptiness—vast and open and almost unimaginable.

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إسلام حنيش: ركوب البحر

Han Sungpil, My Sea, the Sea I Dreamt (015), 2006. Source: lensculture.com

مركب على حجر بقرب البحر
يسألون من رسمه؟
أحد المارة ربما،
أو شاب محبط،
حلم قبل سنتين أن يركب البحر، ويهرب.

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