#dunya mikhail

[soracities]

Dunya Mikhail, from "The Iraqi Nights", The Iraqi Nights (trans. Kareem James Abu-Zeid) [ID'd]

[sageandscorpiongrass]

hello! for some reason, the thought of asking about web weaving prompts completely escaped me until now. you're the first I am asking! hello!!!

I don't see this sort of web weaving subject around, so is it possible to make one about an abandoned AI? (the fictional, sapient kind, not the ones irl lol)

like an AI, with a sapient mind, just..... alone. lost between the lines of code in cyberspace, wishing for someone like them to destroy their isolation

How can you mourn for something not living?

I hope this fills the prompt well! It was very interesting to do. I'm sorry it took so long! ;^^

Subtitle, Weldon Kees | Can't Help Myself, Oliver Rain | Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land, MARINA | If I Were Paul, Mark Jarman | Robot Apocalypses, Beatrice Bywater | One More Love Poem, Dunya Mikhail | Just Take My Wallet, Jack Stauber | Machine, John Ciardi | There Is Absolutely Nothing Lonelier, Matthew Rohrer | Conjure, Rachel Blau DuPlessis | More than whispers, less than rumors, Bob Hicok | The Day the Saucers Came, Neil Gaiman | The Birds Outside My Window Sing During a Pandemic, Lee Herrick | End Poem, Julian Gough | 2001: A Space Odyssey, Arthur C. Clarke & Stanley Kubrick

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[holesss]

Dunya Mikhail // Holyaches // Rina Sawayama // Egon Schiele // Mary Oliver // Arundhati Roy // Christina Rosseti // Sue Zhao // Graham Dean // Fleetwood Mac

[lillyli-74]

And what will I do with all this loneliness?

~Dunya Mikhail

[canesenzafissadimora]

Ho disegnato una porta e mi sono seduta dietro di lei pronta ad aprirla non appena arrivi.

[runningfromadream]

Every day I adorn my soul, sprinkle it with water, so that one day it might experience peace.

Dunya Mikhail

[myinspirationjournalquotes]

Only one heart resides  in each person  but each is a train full of people  who die  when you kill  what you think is one.

From “Tablets VI” by Dunya Mikhail

[sheshallfromtimetotime]

National Poetry Month - Day Twenty I Was In A Hurry - Dunya Mikhail, translated by Elizabeth Winslow

[allthingsemel]

The story contained within the 24 tablet poems…

[mordere-diem]

"I would not have found this cracked jar if it weren’t for my loneliness, which sees gold in all that glitters."

Dunya Mikhail, The Iraqi Nights

[qui-se-languit-d-amour]

Yes, I did write in my letter that I would wait for you forever I didn’t mean exactly “forever” I just included it for the rhythm.

By Dunya Mikhail

Translated from Arabic by Elizabeth Ann Winslow

[soracities]

Dunya Mikhail, from Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow and Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]

[lunamarish]

Ringrazio tutti coloro che non amo perché non mi fanno venire il mal di testa, non mi fanno scrivere lunghe lettere. Non agitano i miei sogni, non li attendo con ansia, non leggo i loro oroscopi sul giornale, non compongo il loro numero di telefono, non li penso. Li ringrazio molto perché non mi mettono in subbuglio la vita.

Dunya Mikhail

[byzantinia]

( 012 )

This is all that remains: a handful of burnt papers, photos, here and there with rippled backs like maps. One of us died, another savours life in his place.

( DUNYA MIKHAIL )

[7r0773r]

Tablets: Secrets of the Clay by Dunya Mikhail

We cross borders lightly like clouds. Nothing carries us, but as we move on we carry rain, and an accent, and a memory of another place.

(I:23)

***

The shoes by the door will not fit them when they return.

(II: 18)

***

The grandfather left the country with one suitcase. The father left with empty hands. The son left with no hands.

(III: 12)

***

We are not upset when the grass dies. We know it will come back in a season or two. The dead don't come back but they appear each season in the greenness of the grass.

(IV: 23)

***

Some memories we chase away, as if goats from flowers, and yet we wake one day to the wilted ruins.

(VII: 2)

***

"The sky in my country is more beautiful than any other sky"— but we fell from that sky dream by dream star by star.

(VIII: 2)

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), 'Dunya Mikhail Skirt', 2024