A Horse at the Door The Grimoire of Grimalkin

A Horse at the Door The Grimoire of GrimalkinWadih Saadeh A chronology of poems selected & translated by Robin Moger 'Memories? Dreams? Thought experiments? A doubt hovers over what we are reading. That was in the distant past, that never was. Wadih Saadehs poems are haunted by absence and yet they brim with life, alert as they are to the most elusive disturbances of air. There was no division between us and the earth. Here a chair, a tree, a bird, a ghost has as much subjectivity as any living

and from configurations of gender and power

experimental verses that he began writing in the late 1940s to the years before his accidental death at forty

is nog maar zeer de vraag

is to renovate the lived and living world

If life is no more than a prolonged flirtation with death

cities become smells

Jewish and Black perspectives on (re)claiming as an activist strategy

As aptly put in the editorial: “So much has already been written about us

Stitched with brass wires

and then a new chain begins

op een realistisch niveau gaat het om de negen uren van de arbeidsdag – maar op een tweede niveau klinken de negen kringen van Dantes Inferno mee

drawn on an iPad and first serialized on Notley’s Twitter feed