The Lebanese poet, essayist, art critic, and diplomat Salah Stétié died last night in Paris, his family announced.
"What is astonishing here is how she manages to give weariness its own relentless energy."
"Perhaps, after this pandemic passes,/ I will keep the rituals I have acquired in its course / because I've learned to hold on- more than ever before -/ to time,/ to examine it meticulously/ and to find life, clenched and caught,/ in its fleeting moments."
"The Public Source" was conceived as a platform for in-depth, long-form accountability journalism; with the spark of revolution, they precipitated our publishing date and launched the platform with "Dispatches from the October Revolution."
"I told my wife, now that we have reached sixty together -- / with myself a bit ahead of her,/ we will be living from now on/ the most wonderful decade of our lives . . ."
In short, Junge writes that al-Fāriyāqīya demands the right to a woman’s participation in lust, which means not only sexual desire, but also social and cultural desires -- and thus also linguistic pleasures. Women’s emancipation here means not only women’s participation in knowledge, but also in lust. Woman here are not the object of pleasure, but its subject.
"I believe the past — whether we call it a civil war or peace — will not end until the fall of the Second Republic, which is the protector of the official narrative of the civil war and the killer of the war’s missing and kidnapped."
The video was taken on October 19, when Hashem Beck read at the Rugby Tavern in London as part of the London launch of her Laureate's Choice Anthology: There Was and How Much There Was.
"But I was able to find out that some early issues of that magazine did receive funding from the Congress for Cultural Freedom, and that was unexpected."
"‘I was very moved’, came his voice down the line. ‘But you’re not cruel enough to me D. You’ve protected me. Your novel suffers from that. And you don’t understand, you haven’t written how much I loved you. Mali loves Farid more than he loves her. Farid isn’t me.’"
On the night I saw the play, for example, Ali paused in the middle of describing an unpleasant sex dream about Fouad Al-Seniora—the former Minister of Finance and prime minister of Lebanon—to ask who the equivalent, physically unappealing politician in England would be; she received a chorus of “Boris Johnson!” from the audience.
"He keeps walking. The buildings, rubble, and garbage around him duplicate and multiply."