Does consciousness exist only when
you name it? Was the double helix a
stranger, the nucleus the first brain?
I feel therefore I am. This is more
peptide than pep-talk. The tongueless
mood is sticking its tongue out at us.
The mountian wool is shaved into
vineyards. Without other there is no
self & and we are not always other of
other selves. Is the moon a self, is
wine or grape? The body & the as-if
body, taking time taste waking slow
rain healing grass.
Added: Thursday, January 7, 2016 / From "Textu" (Copper Canyon Press, 2013). Used with permission. Joudah was a featured reader for Sunday Kind of Love as part of the Al-Mutanabbi Street Starts Here Festival 2016, in Washington D.C.
Fady Joudah is a Palestinian American physician, poet and translator. His works have received the Yale Series of Younger Poets, a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Banipal translation prize, a PEN translation award, and the Griffin International prize. His most recent poetry collections are Alight and Textu, from Copper Canyon Press. Joudah was a featured poet at the 2010 Split This Rock Poetry Festival, held at the Bell Multicultural High School in March of 2010 in Washington, D. C.