One of the most discomfiting images in the “Night and the Desert Know Me” installation at the Joan Hisaoka Healing Arts Gallery in Washington, D.C., is Michael Platt’s “Just Outside My Window #1.”
“The higher court reversed the previous death-sentence ruling and replaced it with eight years, eight hundred lashes, and public repentance. “
“शून्यमा एक स्थान
“Sevmek bir kuş değil sevgilinin elindeki
Ağaçtaki on kuşa bedel.”
“Black pellets of oil—
circulate throughout your cells”
“Since when does the wind honor traffic laws?
Did the wind ever stop at your red light?”
“Provocas indigestión al mundo, entre otras cosas.
No obligues a la Tierra a vomitarte,
y permanece cerca de ella, muy cerca.”
“Les bulles noires de pétrole
Se promènent parmi tes cellules”
On January 14, there will be readings held to stand shoulder to shoulder with Palestinian poet and artist Ashraf Fayadh held around the world.
So your soul was mixed:
homogenized, fermented, kneaded, baked
and sold at stores that violated health codes,
forged—and used for illegal purposes,
voted on— and eaten
like a loaf.
I am Hell’s experiment on the planet Earth.
The Hell that has been prepared for refugees.
Four short poems: “Equal opportunities,” “An aphorism,” “Conclusions,” and “Logic.”