Funnel 40/2, Inhalt - Fulbright-Kommission
Funnel 40/2, Inhalt - Fulbright-Kommission
Funnel 40/2, Inhalt - Fulbright-Kommission
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Excerpt from the poem<br />
the 200-plus poems of Mihyar, working<br />
always under the mentorship of C.K.<br />
Williams. A final manuscript should be<br />
ready by the end of the summer (2004),<br />
and then begins the process of finding a<br />
publisher for our book.<br />
The project, more difficult and timeconsuming<br />
than I could have ever imagined<br />
at its outset last June, has been an<br />
immensely rewarding one. I was fortunate<br />
enough to be offered a <strong>Fulbright</strong> Enterprise<br />
Scholarship to do research under Professor<br />
Dr. Jochen Hörisch at the University of<br />
Mannheim. Not only has the Enterprise<br />
Scholarship provided me with the time and<br />
resources needed for my project, it has also<br />
given me the opportunity to study under<br />
Professor Hörisch, one of Germany’s leading<br />
scholars. I have been in Mannheim<br />
since September of 2003, and have been<br />
centering my research here on the German<br />
thinkers that have had the greatest influence<br />
on Adonis: Nietzsche, Heidegger,<br />
Rilke and Hölderlin, among others. It has<br />
been an incredible year thus far and is getting<br />
better all the time.<br />
“The New Noah”<br />
from Songs of Mihyar the Damascene<br />
If time could start anew,<br />
And water flood the face of life,<br />
And the earth tremble and god hasten<br />
To tell me “Noah, save all living creatures<br />
For us,” I would not heed the words of god,<br />
I’d depart in my ark, I’d banish the pebbles<br />
And the clay from the sockets of the dead,<br />
I’d expose their depths to the flood,<br />
I’d whisper in their veins, tell them<br />
That we have returned from the desert,<br />
Emerged from the cave<br />
And transformed the sky of years, tell them<br />
That we embark without bowing to dismay,<br />
Without heeding the words of god,<br />
Our appointment is death, and our shores<br />
Are despair, death’s intimate,<br />
And we accept it<br />
Like a sea, icy with the irons of the waters<br />
DEPARTMENTS 11<br />
We are crossing, striving toward its outer limit,<br />
We depart without heeding that god,<br />
We long for a different lord, a new lord.<br />
Copyright © Kareem James Abu-Zeid and Ivan Eubanks, 2004.<br />
THE FUNNEL • VOLUME <strong>40</strong> • NUMBER 2 • SUMMER 2004