Category Islam

BALLAD OF REFUGE by David Punter

I come in fear. The wheels, the stuttering engine,

By road or wave; the endless killing payments.

Bit by bit, my mind returns to rubble.

 

You come in fear. The hunched back, failed bravado,

They make me squirm. You have no place here, brother;

Get back, for you… Continue reading BALLAD OF REFUGE by David Punter

Despatches to my Gazan Son

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Justin C McIntosh has given his permission for his photograph above to be used for the cover of a long Turkish poem by Cahit Koytak, now published as a book with an English translation alongside. I am proud to have been one of the translators… Continue reading Despatches to my Gazan Son

Sayings

Reaching for words
is like searching the earth
for stones
and then shaping them
one after another
into a path.

 

 

Your words took my breath away.

They killed me with their song.

They made my womb turn over.

Sing to me again.

 

The words… Continue reading Sayings

Despatches to my Gazan Son

At the end of last year I translated into English a long poem by the distinguished Turkish poet Cahit Koytak. In Turkish, the poem is called “Gazze Risalesi.” It was written in 2008, but could just as easily have been composed last Summer, during the Israeli bombings which took place then, too. It seems that… Continue reading Despatches to my Gazan Son

What is this world? What asketh men to have ?

There was once a teacher whose words had unusual power. Crowds gathered wherever he spoke.  But somehow and at the same time, his mere presence seemed to threaten all order and decorum in the city.  With wonderful persuasiveness, he seemed to be calling a whole way of life into question. He was advocating change, astonishing… Continue reading What is this world? What asketh men to have ?

Shahada

I have recently imagined myself standing before a man of good sense, deep learning and positive engagement with humanity, and professing to that person my basic beliefs. A profession of faith. A sort of Shahada. Once, in a much less comfortable public situation than mine, Martin Luther

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