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Ishara
The burden and glow of coals on the pavement, stirred with fingers and then lips, a winter evening when buildings go up in smoke, and the cafes break open spilling the rich in convulsions of light. The Parsis go up the tower in the shape of birds. Our city spreads like a moat around paving stones cut fine as islands.
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May/30/2015, 9:08 pm
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Re: Ishara
Arka,
I read this. Will reply within a day or two (hopefully). Zak
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Jun/6/2015, 5:33 am
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Re: Ishara
I see this as a picture postcard from a mystic's holiday. The images precise and holy, evoke reverie and immediacy.
Thank you.
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Jun/6/2015, 9:47 pm
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Re: Ishara
Arka,
I'm divided in my impressions. If I simply see the full impact, I can see the mystical quality. Clearly the subject matter takes you there. But on looking at each sentence or phrase, in parsing the poem, I stumble. How can the city spread like a moat around stones? That the stones are cut as fine as islands, indicates the city would spread around each stone. Therein lies my quandry? I can perceive a shadow overwhelming each stone, spreading over each stone, but why the city spreading over or around "each" stone. You see my quandry? Maybe I should not look at the content too closely but look at the overall atmosphere created here. Zak
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arkava wrote:
In Mahasin al-Majalis, Ibn al-Arif explains ishara as “a call from a distance and a disclosure.” The burden and glow of coals on the pavement, stirred with fingers and then lips, a winter evening when buildings go up in smoke, and the cafes break open spilling the rich in convulsions of light. The Parsis go up the tower in the shape of birds. Our city spreads like a moat around paving stones cut fine as islands.
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Jun/8/2015, 9:10 am
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Re: Ishara
Thanks for the kind words, libra!
Zeke, not at all. i am very grateful to you for looking at the content closely. Reading you comments i realized i had not really planned it out but now i had to take a closer look.
So, whre i was coming from was perhaps we can take each of the paving stones or islands or whatever as a center and the city all around it. Monads almost. Well, it did not come out right. This is of course unfinished. Now i will have some direction to move in. Thanks Zeke!
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Jun/10/2015, 9:05 am
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Re: Ishara
brilliant. haunting, shimmering.
kill the first distracting sentence, then change nothing.
The burden and glow of coals on the pavement, stirred with fingers and then lips, a winter evening when buildings go up in smoke, and the cafes break open spilling the rich in convulsions of light. The Parsis go up the tower in the shape of birds. Our city spreads like a moat around paving stones cut fine as islands.
bernie
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Jul/17/2015, 10:13 am
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Re: Ishara
Much better without the first line. Thank you Bernie!
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Jul/24/2015, 9:08 am
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