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El Mahbus

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About Me


EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING
That my past will no longer be a determinant in my life. That everyone will look at me and know me only from that point forward. So that I don't have words against me when I haven't spoken. It will be so that my words are only the ones I say. That the sun holds on tightly to the edge of the world. So that the intensity of the sun sets off brilliant points of sleep in my view. It will be like this Like the history of things seen Is washed off. It will be like... I no longer am... And all that is... Is my rite from before my birth. It will be like my appearance is rewritten refreshed and my appearance will be Tutankhamen red and gold on a wall in some edifice. It will be just as though Tutankhamen came from obscure black to examine you through sacred eyes painted on the wall of his tomb. It will be and already is, it's written in history since I intend, It will come to pass that every life is one long day, that the sun will never set except to prolong the next moment, that night will never fall except to celebrate in lamplight. The sun concentrated in streetlamps made great and dancing by my unnamed other sense. It will be so it already is. It will be so it already has been. It will be brown and red faces behind me, flesh against the fingertips of the sun down here out of the sky, standing among crowds holding my back awake to the scene. And then it will be our faces in your streets. And then it will be our faces on your TVs, and not disgracing ourselves, and not wearing ammunition, and not regressing our struggle a hundred years and a millennium That's how it will be. And in the realization of all my hopes, spinning an axis in an orbit around the most known, I will not be a child, nothing that I was before will I ever be again, Father my father I'm going out to become a man. And then And only then...
Will we ever breathe......

My Interests



Days on the shores of the Mediterranean improvise dark clouds which preside over fanatical light. They die before they get to speak... They roam off not developing any ties to anyone.The salt swells your eyes like you've been weeping for lifetimes and the callous majesty of those visions might well ruin your face, this one sea like a jagged edge, this one uncompromising sea that deflects you. Imagine the worst thing one lover can say to the next, and repeat it every day as he runs back to her bed... And that is the sea. And that is Zuhrun.

Imagine neither of them knows what they're doing......

I'd like to meet:



The most beautiful music I've ever heard
Will never equal a single second
In the time
That will start
After I die

And am born.

Music:


The Beatles
Coltrane
Mingus, Hawkins, Bird, Monk, Duke, Diz, Miles, Satchmo, Ella, Charles Brown, Ray Charles, Billie, Ornette, Yusef Lateef, Red Garland, Pharaoh Sanders, Freddie Hubbard, Archie Shepp, McCoy Tyner, Evans, Cannonball, Wynton, Branford, Paul Desmond, Herbie Hancock, Wes Montgomery, Evan Parker, Eric Dolphy, Rashied Ali, Sonny Rollins, Cliff Brown, Count Basie, Bill Dixon, Cecil Taylor, Albert Ayler, Joe Harricott
Jeff Buckley is the Father the Son and the Holy Spirit Radiohead, The Mars Volta, Rage Against the Machine, Bright Eyes, Elliott, DiFranco, The Strokes, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Verve, My Bloody Valentine, Sigur Ros
The Postal Service, Zero 7, Portishead, Stereolab, April-March, Frou Frou, Mum, Air, Massive Attack, My Jazzy Child, Joanna Newsom makes me weep, DJ Shadow, J Majik, Thievery Corporation, Howie B, Malcolm McLaren, Tryo, Broken Social Scene
Pink Floyd under Syd Barrett not that Roger Waters nonsense, Hendrix, Van Morrison, The Doors, Velvet Underground, The Yardbirds, The Kinks, Zeppelin, Bowie, The Clash, early U2, Joy Division, Depeche Mode, The Sound
Beethoven, Bach, Debussy, Satie, Vivaldi, Ives, Schubert
Umm Kulthumm, Abdel-Haleem Hafeth, El-Hamm Madfa'i, Fairuz, Nathem El Ghazali, Anouar Brahem
Skip James, Booker T., Leadbelly, Muddy Waters, B.B. King, Chris Thomas King, Ali Farka Toure
Otis Redding, Marvin Gaye, Sam Cooke, James Brown, Etta James, Maceo Parker, Toots and the Matols
Mos Def, Common, The Legendary Roots Crew, Talib Kweli, Dead Prez, Fine Arts Militia, Black Star, Pharoahe Monch, The Rza & early Wu Tang, The Last Poets, De La Soul, MC Solaar, Guru, Tribe Called Quest, Disiz La Peste, Kanye West, J-Live, Roots Manuva, Saul Williams, Sage Francis, People Under the Stairs, Spleen, Us3, Erykah Badu, Jill Scott, Brand Nubian, 5 % Nation, Jazzmatazz, K-Os, Digable Planets, The Coup

Movies:

Les Quatre cent coups, The Battle of Algiers, Andrei Rublyov, everything by Hitch esp. Rope, The Man who Knew Too Much, North by Northwest, anything with Peter Sellers, everything Buster Keaton ever breathed on, The Third Man, The Thirty-Nine Steps, Rebel Without a Cause, Godard esp. À bout de souffle, Bande a part, Éloge de l'amour; Bertolucci esp. Il Conformista, some Fellini, most Tarkovski, all Truffaut except the last Doinel movie and The Last Metro, Buñuel, Before Night Falls best biopic of all time, City of God, The Pacifist, 2001, Paradise Now, Kilometre Zero, A Vot' Bon Coeur, Bataille dans le Ciel I don't remember how to say it in Spanish, Cocteau esp. Orphée, The Loss of Sexual Innocence

Television:

THIEF

Today, in honor of the world full of false loves,
Committed my first theft in over two years.
    & ;amp;nbsp;   Bessam the thief resumes his body.
He stalks up and down the aisles of the library, The vault for the periodicals,
Sits in the middle of an empty room, the bare microphone.
    & ;amp;nbsp;   Ceiling fan
Off his eyes the blinds are burned, trembling lightly under some pressure,
All the chairs collapse,
The walls contract,
The lights and exit signs flicker into nonbeing.

12/12/04

Books:

L'Etranger - Camus, Une Saison en Enfer - Rimbaud, The Prophet - Gibran (the holy trinity); Les Illuminations - Rimbaud, Le Petit Prince - Saint-Exupery, The Birth of Tragedy - Nietszche, The Wretched of the Earth - Frantz Fanon, The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Solidad Brother - George Jackson, The Book of Disquietude - Fernando Pessoa, Memoirs of the Blind - Derrida, Poema del Cante Jondo - Lorca, Sleep My Son Sleep - Ra'ad Mushatat, Van Gogh: the Man Suicided by Society - Antonin Artaud, Notre Dame des Fleurs - Genet, Bless Me Ultima - Rudolfo Anaya, The Fire Next Time - Baldwin, Howl - Ginsberg, The Double Flame - Octavio Paz, The Pleasure of the Text - Barthes, Celestino Antes del Alba - Reinaldo Arenas, The Broken Wings - Gibran, Soldiers - Ra'ad Mushatat, La Civilisation Ma Mere - Driss Chraibi, El Mundo es Ancho y Ajeno - Ciro Alegria, My Name is Red - Orhan Pamuk, L'Oeuvre - Zola, Emile - Rousseau, Contempt - Alberto Moravia, Spleen de Paris - Baudelaire, Nadja - André Bréton, La Carne de Rene - Virgilio Piñera, Le Chant du Monde - Jean Giono, Les Chemins de la Liberté - Sartre, The Souls of Black Folk - Du Bois, The Plum Plum Pickers - Raymond Barrio, William Blake - various, Constantine Cavafy - various, T.S. Elliott - various, Li Po - various, Langston Hughes (too bad he was such a housepet I still admire his aesthetic), Freedom and Death - Nikos Kazantzakis, The Last Temptation of Christ - Kazantzakis, Farewell to the Sea - Arenas, Alcools - Guillaume Apollinaire, The Enuma Elish, Inanna's Descent to the Underworld, The Popol Vuh, The Iliad and Odyssey of Homer

Heroes:

ARTHUR RIMBAUD, Pablo Picasso, Gibran Khalil Gibran, Federico Garcia Lorca, Alexander the Great, Giacomo Casanova, Albert Camus, Mohammed Ali, Vincent Van, Antonin Artaud (Nanaqui), Frantz Fanon, Patrice Lumumba, Jamal Abdel-Nasser, Naim Badawi, Steve Biko, Ché Guevara, Emiliano Zapata, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton, Jawaharlal Nehru, Aimé Césaire, Edouard Glissant, Ra'ad Mushatat, Driss Chraibi, Mouloud Mammeri, Pablo Neruda, Ahmed Rami, Jean Genet, Jesus of Nazareth, my mom, my father, my uncle, Abdul Jabbar Abdullah, Sheikh Abdullah Sheikh Sam, Gilgamesh, Meursault, Inanna, John Lennon, John Coltrane, Jeff Buckley, James Dean, James Baldwin, Johnny Depp, Pierre Clementi, Morrison both Jim and Van, the god of the Mediterranean Poseidon or whoever he might be Thank you from the bottom of our hearts, the one I can't name, the sun, [el Cristo moreno and all gypsies]
Tes yeux m'ont rappelés les jours partis
Ils m'ont appris de me lamenter
Du passé et ses blessures.
Ce qu'ils ont vus
Avant de te voir, mes yeux... Ma vie perdue,
Comptée contre moi.
Ce qu'ils ont vus
Avant de te voir, mes yeux... Ma vie perdue,
Comptée contre moi.
Ce qu'ils ont vus
Avant de te voir, mes yeux... Ma vie perdue,
Comptée contre moi.
Ce qu'ils ont vus
Avant de te voir, mes yeux... Ma vie perdue,
Comptée contre moi.
Tu es ma vie
Tu es ma vie
Conçu par ton aube lumineuse.
Combien de ma vie avant toi est passée ?
O mon amour, ma vie perdue ...
Tu, tu es ma vie.
(The preceding lines are my humble translation of the sublime "Inta Omri" by the inimitable Ahmed Shafik and sung by the unchallengeable Voice of God, Umm Kulthumm.)
Asare is one of the names of Marduk, the solar god who defeated Apsu in response to his plot to kill the gods for the "noise" they created; Marduk then made the sky and the earth from the body of Tiamat, the goddess personifying primordial chaos. In other words, he's the ancient counterpart of Lucifer, that most disgraceful character intended to demonize rebellion for all time. The difference is that the ancients held ideological value for the power of revolution and the defiance of oppression The difference is
That Marduk WON
2-27-06: Yann, Julien, Vincent, Rogatien, Romain, François, Blanche, Bastien, Rozene, Corrine, Marguerite, Raphaël, Pierre, Anaeïs, Simon.....I got my real education in France. Vive la lutte
"We are African. And we happen to be in America. We are not American. We're a people who formerly were Africans who were kidnapped and brought to America. Our forefathers weren't the pilgrims. We didn't land on Plymouth Rock. The Rock was landed on us."
"For the white man to ask the black man if he hates him is just like the rapist asking the raped, or the wolf asking the sheep, 'Do you hate me?' The white man is in no moral position to accuse anyone else of hate."
"But I'm not anti-American, and I didn't come here to condemn America--I want to make that very clear. I am here to seek the truth. And if the truth condemns America--then she stands condemned!"
"Je sais que vous y êtes venu pour m'assassiner. Tirez, lâche; vous n'allez tuer qu'un homme."
7-1-06: My love for you is not eternal but it will never die even when you have pushed me to hate you. My love for you is the love I felt when love's fragile wings first lifted Gibran from the ground. You see, the one I loved passed, and remained, the world is nothing but what it impresses in my palm. The sweet girl crouching by the lake about to be born.... All life beats against my skin
"But when I was in prison, chained at the ankles and condemned to death, I wasn't unhappy. I had fought. It was the price I had to pay. I kept thinking, let me be lucid enough so that when they lead me to the guillotine, I remember to shout, "Long live Algeria!" --Saadi Yacef
2-18-07: Sean, Mike, Jackie, Amanda, Sina, Lee, Rich, Matt, John, Noah, Sally... there is an oasis even in the vastest desert. On les ecrasera

My Blog

Black

                 I was there, you approached me. You asked the time and you asked for fifty cents. I had never once seen you but someho...
Posted by El Mahbus on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 10:16:00 PST

Brown

                It's a long way from the gulag to the mosque isn't it wide-eyed impatient with your beard growing four or five days before y...
Posted by El Mahbus on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 09:57:00 PST

White

                Nothing can save you, little boy, nothing, not even the incandescent film of flight    That is precipitated o...
Posted by El Mahbus on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 09:47:00 PST

A la Recherche de larc du champ

               Sex and not love is an armored goddess in whose grasp the poet acquiesces to breath     And shaves his head &n...
Posted by El Mahbus on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 10:42:00 PST

Dissolution

(1)Neither mother nor father could conceive of the beauty in a troubled mind, for trouble is Lucifer, cast into the depths by some overachieving saint and since that time turned into a heart that poun...
Posted by El Mahbus on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 06:26:00 PST

The Experience of Being

Sometimes memory and desire draw from futures in their solicitation of a scent.... Rises between the toes and grips, the love of an ideal the wish for deliverance.      &...
Posted by El Mahbus on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 08:37:00 PST

Journal entry

What is the metaphysic invoked by writing "I love you" over and over from the top to the bottom of the page, what greater irony implied, especially at a moment when I am writing it with no object or w...
Posted by El Mahbus on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 11:26:00 PST

Hangs around, a ghost

At the gateway of his assailant.A ghost,A ghost.Check it out, life is replaying   Projected on the wall clock which simultaneously tells the hour. A ghostA ghost.    &nbs...
Posted by El Mahbus on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 10:59:00 PST

The Word

A notion from a voice etched on a note and caught on the wind, released from the twig and carried on the tide and dropped right at the feet of Original Man.         ...
Posted by El Mahbus on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 11:00:00 PST

What It Was Like in Our Youth (excerpt)

The heart of things insinuated me to the mother. A protracted filament of wind then released itself from between her lips& We are breathing, gentle future, we are breathing. We are seeing, gentle futu...
Posted by El Mahbus on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 02:09:00 PST