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Untitled, 2014, Oil on Canvas, 30 x 24 cm by ETEL ADNAN - Courtesy of Galerie Lelong, Photo by Fabrice Gibert 59
“This secret breathing”: The Poetry of Dom Gabrielli Book review By Imene Bennani In his latest collection, Here is the Desert, Dom Gabrielli offers a desert of rays and roses to his readers as much as to himself. The book is a ceaseless wandering through dunes, visions and recollections in search for the “deep windy unknown”. Light and translucent, the poems proceed with grace and delicacy; ethereal, they take the reader on a magic carpet to a wondrous world where all the senses are engaged. The approach to the desert should be flawless, the appreciation complete. While eyes can relish in “yellow swarms” and “emerald palms”, and get hooked on “the bleeding eye of dawn”, ears are “attracted by the subtle fountain’s tickle” and the singing of the “frog of dawn”. Enchanted by “the song of the beloved”, they remain attentive “to the late skin in you/to the almond dance”. A plethora of tastes and scents render this intake partially maddening: from “salted kiss” and “perfumes sweetly minted” to “unknown sugars” and “cumin winds” that “simmered” on “the parched tongue of my tasting”. Even touching ancient riverbeds and their “salts” becomes a sacred rite meant to “anoint the banks of their absences”. This plunging into the desert with all senses expectedly invites the erotic: “can I hold it This aroma of you Burning in steamy mint This erotic cloud of brown breath” Like Ondaatje’s Almásy, the poet not only values sensuality but also venerates the desert of desire and climax: The night is full of donkeys screaming sex at the stars. Night in the desert is not only about intimacy and romance but also pain and loss: Lost the night I descended there Into the lost loves My tears silent pools For the cynical diver At once one and other The pain of sunsets pulling 60
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Finding the words, oil on canvas 10
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Thinking of lost cities mixed media
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HIDDEN STORIES On the upper slopes
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Page 19 and 20: NIDAL ...just so... They slowly ris
Page 21 and 22: MANJU Those only, Miss. I watch tho
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Page 25 and 26: “The sexually immoral will be in
Page 27 and 28: I flop down onto the bed and cover
Page 29 and 30: “From the Eye of the Sun” O chi
Page 31 and 32: To Market, to Market Omdurman, Suda
Page 33 and 34: Demagogue The lie spread from his l
Page 35 and 36: Montagne I Aquarellé, 2015 by ETEL
Page 37 and 38: Psychoacoustics no. 1 by Mark tardi
Page 39 and 40: Falafel Chickpeas herbs and spices
Page 41 and 42: Traveler When you visit the dead do
Page 43 and 44: Etel Adnan: What drives me on? I re
Page 45 and 46: emerging from the ashes of our patr
Page 47 and 48: The Melancholy Oud By Sahar Mustafa
Page 49 and 50: I nod and then he slides the instru
Page 51 and 52: Mother and The Lover’s Rock A bli
Page 53 and 54: TERROR/MATHEMATICS After the behead
Page 55 and 56: Losses 1. All those nights we didn
Page 57 and 58: Dinnertime The forks to probe are w
Page 59 and 60: ORCHARD Given a river last I saw yo
Page 61: Growing Up Solid in Kuwait At first
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Page 67 and 68: PROPHET A river sloshes through Egy
Page 69 and 70: Vereshchagin’s “Doors” All en
Page 71 and 72: See/Unsee - acrylic on canvas - 100
Page 73 and 74: Right after finishing his story, my
Page 75 and 76: Ghorab il-Bein —“O stranger of
Page 77 and 78: NIGHT (an excerpt) Tides: yes, brea
Page 79 and 80: Artists’/Writers’ bios: Etel Ad
Page 81 and 82: Kim Jensen is a Baltimore-based wri
Page 83: Mark Tardi is the author of the boo
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