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Etel Adnan | MAYAKOVSKY – BLACKOUT ((poetry & politics))

Source: Etel Adnan | MAYAKOVSKY – BLACKOUT ((poetry & politics))

Etel Adnan – The Shape of the Mountain Paris Review

for Sabine Miller

Source: Paris Review – The Shape of the Mountain

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the body is a sacred place
because it bursts with life and lasts
briefly

 

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in between clouds and
the moon ideas
drift . . .

 

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the loved one won’t go to the Night
Palace where women and wine
are waiting

 

from Etel Adnan – At Two in the Afternoon (tr. Sarah Riggs)

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Works in Progress – NYTimes.com

A very small sampling of the female artists now in their 70s, 80s and 90s we should have known about decades ago. 

Works in Progress – NYTimes.com.

Galatea Resurrects #24 (A Poetry Engagement): TO LOOK AT THE SEA IS TO BECOME WHAT ONE IS: AN ETEL ADNAN READER by ETEL ADNAN

. . . . Love in all its forms is the most important matter that we will ever face, but also the most dangerous, the most unpredictable, the most maddening. But it is also the only salvation I know of. (“The Cost for Love We are Not Willing to Pay,” 375; vol. 2).  – Etel Adnan

Galatea Resurrects #24 (A Poetry Engagement): TO LOOK AT THE SEA IS TO BECOME WHAT ONE IS: AN ETEL ADNAN READER by ETEL ADNAN.

Etel Adnan at the Extinction Marathon: Visions of the Future

Best of 2014: Best Poetry Books & Collections | ENTROPY

“Lucas de Lima’s stunning book affected me so profoundly at all the stages of reading it, encountering it—before it was a book and afterwards, when it was. In the work of this extraordinary writer, the fragment is not an activity of form. It’s an activity of evisceration.” — Bhanu Kapil

Best of 2014: Best Poetry Books & Collections | ENTROPY.

To look at the sea is to become what one is: An Etel Adnan Reader | Nightboat Books

 

Nightboat Books.

Etel Adnan by Lisa Robertson | BOMB Magazine

 

Untitled, 2004, ink on paper, 7 x 100 inches.

BOMB Magazine — Etel Adnan by Lisa Robertson.

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Etel Adnan

from the spring flowers

from The Spring Flowers Own by Etel Adnan : The Poetry Foundation

The morning after
my death
we will sit in cafés
but I will not
be there
I will not be

 

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There was the great death of birds
the moon was consumed with
fire
the stars were visible
until noon.

 

Green was the forest drenched
with shadows
the roads were serpentine

 

A redwood tree stood
alone
with its lean and lit body
unable to follow the
cars that went by with
frenzy
a tree is always an immutable
traveller.

 

The moon darkened at dawn
the mountain quivered
with anticipation
and the ocean was double-shaded:
the blue of its surface with the
blue of flowers
mingled in horizontal water trails
there was a breeze to
witness the hour

 

*

 

The sun darkened at the
fifth hour of the
day
the beach was covered with
conversations
pebbles started to pour into holes
and waves came in like
horses.

 

*

 

The moon darkened on Christmas eve
angels ate lemons
in illuminated churches
there was a blue rug
planted with stars
above our heads
lemonade and war news
competed for our attention
                                       our breath was warmer than
the hills.

 

*

 

There was a great slaughter of
rocks   of spring leaves
of creeks
the stars showed fully
the last king of the Mountain
gave battle
and got killed.

 

We lay on the grass
covered dried blood with out
bodies
green blades swayed between
our teeth.

 

*

 

We went out to sea
a bank of whales was heading
South
a young man among us a hero
tried to straddle one of the
sea creatures
his body emerged as a muddy pool
                           as mud
we waved goodbye to his remnants
happy not to have to bury
him in the early hours of the day

 

We got drunk in a barroom
the small town of Fairfax
had just gone to bed
cherry trees were bending under the
weight of their flowers:
they were involved in a ceremonial
dance to which no one
had ever been invited.

 

*

 

I know flowers to be funeral companions
they make poisons and venoms
and eat abandoned stone walls

 

I know flowers shine stronger
than the sun
                                     their eclipse means the end of
times

 

but I love flowers for their treachery
their fragile bodies
grace my imagination’s avenues

 

without their presence
my mind would be an unmarked
grave.

 

*

 

We met a great storm at sea
looked back at the
rocking cliffs
the sand was going under
black birds were
leaving
the storm ate friends and foes
alike
water turned into salt for
my wounds.

 

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Flowers end in frozen patterns
artificial gardens cover
the floors
we get up close to midnight
search with powerful lights
the tiniest shrubs on the
meadows
A stream desperately is running to
the ocean

– Etel Adnan

Joyful congratulations to Etel Adnan who has recently been named Chevalier des Arts et des Lettres by the French government.

from The Spring Flowers Own by Etel Adnan : The Poetry Foundation.