السبت، 29 أكتوبر، 2011

The Letter

 Amon Duul II - ArchAngel Thunderbird

A panorama, an angel in holiest king, a white temper, a virgin queen, light like leaven, lemon queen.


A jewish holy, a white queen, serpent tables, just and fair, orange like queens, a virgin bite, light queen, purple bright.

السبت، 22 أكتوبر، 2011

Friends

We lost you, we lost you. Why couldn't they quiet Soul? We lost you to Sheol. We saw...

Peace.

My baby, my baby.

My Sire is dead.


We lost you, we lost you.

"How are you, Little Soul?"

Moses said: "I will fight and I will scorn, I know those men red, I will kill every Satan..."

We're singing People. King of Amorelia is weeping....Christ Girl...


"Why could we let them die?"

"We Love You."

السبت، 8 أكتوبر، 2011

The Prayer 2

I have free lessons at the mosque, once a week...I've gone backwards with memorising surahs, as there a terrible uncleanliness in me, and it needs to stay away from the book...I picked up:

"Au'do Billah Himena Shatayni Ragheem..."

Quicker than even I thought I word (would), and I've been doing this for almost a year...

We sit in the deaf girls section, which is just on some odd landing around two flights of stairs and a ablution and toilet just opposite, where we all share various sizes of flip-flops...which always astonishes me...because my socks still get wet, and I wear sizes too big, and they're just there....and...when I went there to paint and draw the people in the place, I had to continually change my watercolour cup, and each time, a strange looking woman wearing glasses with giant lenses that make her eyes look huge, stops me, in arabic, and points to the flip-flops,

"Sister...sister..."

"Yeah, just a minute...yeah I've left my ribena in there..."

"Sister sister, blah blah blah..." pointing at the flip-flops...

When the Adhan begins at a specific time...before that prayer-call, my teacher thinks I'm not going to pray, because I sit silently holding the book on my knee, leaning against the wall, feet out, sighing, because she's going mental, beside me, clutching her head, and bowing up and down...there's a lot of psyching each other in this white-muslim-women happenings...so, I psyched I wouldn't prayer, and then...but this is the girl who says Allah will reward me, damn if I forget to say:

Sallaam Alai Ekom


When she goes to join the other women and a stand in line...

I get up, and put my hands on my knees, leaning forward, I watch them, from a little distance, and see my teacher turn dark green...

I sigh...

I stored up, about little more than 1095 days of prayer, which means, specifically, I pray in a chair, in a bed, round and round a garden, on the toilet....

I know there's a war, and I prayed Sanity....

If men and women in Arabia or anywhere else, have to be tortured and killed, then let them die quickly...there are other alternatives. Just a quick little heart-ache..."Cut into their heart and you have a quick death..."

The men torturing them:

"Let them know Hell, make them die..."

We sing:

"A-audo billah himena shatayni ragheem....."

We prostrate, we stand up...when we prostrate again, I cry out...

And...

to the right of me, like a secret black door, a tiny white light, shines on and then off...


I look at the women in line, and wait to bow...

I get on the floor, and then stand up...

My right hand blazes with red flame, on and on, the fire flies through my hand, and disappears into the floor as I bow and  touch my hand to the floor again...

I was in delirium...

I wanted to let every muslim I knew what had happened...it got horrible, I kept repeating the same things, at once I expected them to see, without explaining...

These were important things for me to include before I finish the blog....

Sallam alai ekom