Sabri Hakim: writings

I've seen your face

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 10:19:00 GMT

You've sculpted my eyebrows, paper thin, I want to crack them
A rock

A thick cloud I've brought down and hammered against a concrete block
A wall
A demented pavement,
Dim moist light
A forest I see, a land has set forth,
Follow me followers, hop over pipes and wires
Arrival,
Announce to animals that were made of flesh and have bent steel,
Who challenges we
I want to hear lion's morn
I have warned you not
All that is courage I'll bring forth,
This is how flowers were meant to flourish
This is how you eat a spoonful of vibrant relish
Come, lets ride these deer's across these hills
Do not roar, for there are none to make fear
Wait while I chew on apples from the biggest green trees
Chuck their seeds at snakes
Break my bones and wear bronze teeth
Are your hands cold, have you washed your feet?
Might it not be?
I beg not for concrete; but for it to disappear
Stay here
Milk these cows dry
Tonight we feast on wolves and learn to speak Thai
Meat eaters
This is the flesh of obese beavers
There is sunrise, and here it sets
Blow into your trumpets
Scar your knees
This is merry lands
This is the profits destination
A gods dream
An invention of stainless steel
A reflective a rainbow
A dump of many swords
A game for two,
History of early man
Put an end to your growth
Reserve seconds and thirds
Here are wands to create holy magic
A bunch of angels for each of you
Here are the sticks of mosses and the birds of Suleiman
Speak to of hoax and ciaos
There once lived a people who believed in triangles and conspiracies
This is a celebration of their faith
Cook, for tonight we feast
Cook, for tonight we will not die
This is a pan of aroma
This is olive oil
I've flossed out seeds of pulps and planted them to grow raspberry trees
Squeezed its harvest during spring and drank to the lives of sea birds
Live and let live,
Breath out an exhale
Smell the salts of this ocean
Crush its pearls;
This is not a celebration but a mere defeat of a conqueror
Make not love but glory
Sleep to not rest but to retire
An empire we must build
An enemy we must, feed, praise and defeat
Moist the lands are
Here is the soil of which we're told we come
This is us
Look at we
I am squeezing live worms and smiling to echoes to portray
Am I heard?
Has man compromised?
Come join us dwarfs, let us nourish you
Run uphill and step on twelve lettered words
Jump and stay in air
My mind is slightly within control
Give me crayons
I want to reinvent calligraphy
I want to draw perfect figures of woman
There is a sprinkler spraying star dust
This is a repeating bang
Galactic butter
A star shattered
A protein replicated
A whale and a shark became salmon and orange frogs,
Come here mosquito
Break off your wings
A dragon falling signifies a cycle
Here is KPA post RNA
An exploding 65 million years
A song for Carl and Carla
Sing for tonight we are not heard
ٍٍٍٍShout for tonight is seven seconds long
Scream for I have awakened
This is the funeral of a mermaid
A tale of two peasants
Once fought for grains of rice now married
I've seen your face,
In a blur amongst a crowd of downtown travelers
I've recognized you
It's you? Is it not?
Damn your face

Picture I took of a tree

Sun, 12 Nov 2006 12:27:00 GMT

I want to inhale humid air while running against the currents of wind till it waters my eyes; allow me to mislead my self into belief of capable emotion release, I dreamt of a corner on a bright street, with a singer humming, she stood next to her husband looking away from him, at me; she sang and began to cry, her husband took out an antique gun and shot him self three times in the head; as he fell she carried him while she sang "I know not what to do", I feel isolated in a world of free thinkers, I cant stop thinking about how Cambria exploded or how proteins replicate, I have doubted the necessity of existence of those superior to me, I've become able to understand the evolution of violence and the reason men go mad, I understand the threats of yellow volcanic eruptions, I am not afraid of confronting taboo, not if it were disguised as a mad army caring the heads of ordinary thinkers, I appraise self indulgence, I differ from Newton, I've drank barrels of zinc and iron and still lack abundant presence of it in my hair, I want to stand on steep cliffs and make lame jokes, I want to explore fate and announce the misconceptions of criminal psychology, hand over his book, let's satire his wrongs. Show me to that apple Eve; I want to see in what form god exists.

Picture I took for a poem I wrote

Tue, 16 May 2006 09:15:00 GMT

Photograph taken in Qatar

I'm trapped in a self activating engine that evolves and seeks decay
I'm chained in an office looking for chickpeas,
I want to wear the skin of animals, grow my beard and carry a cane
Allow my climbing of mountains be bare foot,
I have reached skies, spoken to clouds and claimed to calm thunder storms
I've seen nature and asked about the origin of rotten orange mangos and the reasons men go obese,
I am a curious fellow in search of white cats
I flow among birds and want to live in trees,
I've danced with fish and blew into air balloons,
I've thought about you chocking and swallowing rare eggplants,
I enjoy colors to the point it's become extreme,
I'm obsessed with saturation and saturated streets,
I've been told the likes of heaven and the reason men die
I'm a wandering spirit of an irrational mind,
My existence dreams of insanity to tolerate
I want to watch the crashing of cursing ships on slow speeds
I am a mathematic gift to the genius
I'm able to enjoy acid, the smell of glue and the chewing of clay
To blow gently on vibrant flesh
To expose bathing humans to suns "strike thy pure purple ray"
Your heart will attack, and you ask for sympathetic fate?
I want to shiver and bite frosts on oval shaped cones
I'm not diseased I'm open to the rational and free
Submit to the subliminal I asked she
This is authenticity for the authentic
Let it be
It's raining storms in my mind,
In rain forest,
In a place among green leaves
In the mind of a yellow parrot
In a place I would rather be

Sabri

Another Poem of Mine

Tue, 17 Jan 2006 23:46:00 GMT

A thought that unleashed itself

I feel high and low at endings of sustained brains within masses of liquids at weak spinal cords of guitarist playing mad children raging about what shall I write about thinking I might add and make less to envision the character of morphine pain I've died, from heaven my wondering green hours speaks from an irrational mind I crave for you , for a light that strikes the backless me at dinners I shall be, in a low coast to coast, I do float and appreciate the complex taste of sugar and saturated fatty substances, I'm not a laughing chipmunk I'm a chimpanzee, ill not lay it down for you, you must climb up and see a radically vibrating illusion, a rather defective lens a chocking sense a very loud cough I drink water to feed I'm not a father I'm not need of large belts and metallic canes I will disobey for I am a rebellious figure of speech aching outward towards and upward come down I've heard enough of this, its too sane can it be, it I allow assumption and to that I declare thee strike a bell and announce he, strike the keys on boards for I carry a moist message I'm must convey. I'm astray; I'm not artsy or gay.

Sabri

"law awareeky thahry la itkhafy"

Sun, 01 Jan 2006 10:45:00 GMT

"I hate Fridays, he is home now, and the house still smells of yesterday's liquor, the one spilt on floor. Lord how my back hurts. I don’t want to get up, I've peed my self."

These might very well be the thoughts of 3rd grade Hanin. She lives in Jabal Al Natheef. I was at Hanin's school taking pictures, when her mother heard of our presence she sent after us, (a documentary film crew) saying she had a story and wanted to share. We arrived to a few cement layers on top of another forming what they call home. Her mother, an illiterate 26 year old female, as she put it, spoke of how her husband owns a "Basta" and how she manages to run the house with the 1 JD per day she gets from him. She then spoke of the abuse she had witnessed from her husband and how he beats her and her three kids. A crew member suggested that she called a family help line, some child's protection agency, she says that she did and they came took the children away for 3 months and hysteria this subjected her to. She goes on saying that she couldn’t live alone with him, he was always drunk and abusive, so she called the agency again, saying that her husband has improved and stopped drinking and abusing her. The kids were returned to her, when asked "Is he still abusive?" she replies:

"lisa imbare7 makleenha, la awareeky thahry la itkafy, ou thaher il binit kolo im3alem min il mayeh il magleyeh":
((she still gets beaten, if her back was revealed we would see violent bruises, and then she says if we look at her daughters back we would see the remains of the boiling water he pours over her when she misbehaves))

Bare in mind this, she, Hanin, is a 3rd grader, she plays and makes noises when he (the father) is asleep, he gets up, beats her, then goes into the kitchen to boil water, to then place over her. How bad can it feel to see that your father is going to place boiling water on you after lashing you and wait there for 15 min in between.

Note: I've place the photos, after she, the mother, asks that the video the crew captured be shown to others.

This is their living room

This is their kitchen

This is Hanin's Mother

This is Hanin

I'm swallowing chestnuts look at me,

Tue, 20 Dec 2005 23:02:00 GMT

and now for yet another outrageous hairdo...
Allow the yawning ants a napping afternoon.
I can't stop my self from chewing on my palms,
Call me anxious I call myself Fredrik
I'm going away tonight, yes in my mighty dreams,
Ala'a il Deen promised a rug, on merry threads I will fly,
Lift me away, "Screw Santa's sled, I can't wait till Christmas comes or till Christ dies" I'm going to moist lands now,
I'll meet many kings and marry queens in purple, I'm wearing heavy gold. I can break a neck without a lace,
Hello virgin oil,
Where is my wand I need magic to redefine beauty to the obese, children, allow my voice to be heard, I dedicate this to the remaining merchants in Vietnam, it’s day, not midnight, my pupils have gone astray, a cat I am for my eyes can mourn,
Chew grandfather, it’s a cheesecake with many barriers from wild fridges, its a sadists' delight, god bless the failing of mental institutions.
I'm swallowing chestnuts look at me, yes that's me in the light shade behind the palm tree, over there giggling my brain cells dry, chew-chop that trunk you retarded squirrel, feed the rabbits vibrant flesh and force them to make love,
Speak to me Alice, yes in Arabic, and then take me to your wonderland, shed tears on my back! Tea time! Yes, my cup is hot! Away from my pot you smirking elf, smile again and I'll take your hat,
When will the night fall, it's been daylight for so long. Come rooster don’t be afraid, create oozing echoes and awaken all that breathes, this is freshness of mountains without their dew, wake up! The lousy elephants have arrived, there's a change in the atmosphere, its raining mercury now. Warn the mammals it's slippery, need not run but glide.