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Baghdad, Iraq

Baghdad, Iraq

« There you are returning to her once more. You never knew how many times you left and how many times you said you would never go back to her. »  —Sadek Mohammah, Archaeology of Scorched Cities

Baghdad's Spring of Creativity Festival
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Mutanabi Street
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When a man begets war and doesn't know

what to do with it, should he bathe it? Should he

clothe it? Should he feed it? Should he comb its

hair and send it with its siblings to school?

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Pollution

The prostitute, at the front of the street
Is gazing at me:
The disastrous face…
The blue clouds…

The prostitute, at the front of the street, approaches
(While I depart-...

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Vendor at Suq Haraj, or the Market of Confusion
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Arts inside the Qishla Fortress
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The fever called "living"! – Edgar Allan Poe

An ancient lightning… a small courtyard… a green spot in a child's memory… summers, hot summers… a ghetto that knows rain and mud… and looks forward to mysterious...

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Leather Engraving close-up
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Theft

When he woke up from his dream
He stood by the window;
The war was gazing at him

When he returned from his sadness
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He was forty.

Transitory Experience...

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Between the predisposition to the Absolute, and the red walls of the labyrinth, the paths that lead to the meaning vary. And, whether the letter is a sword, a candlestick, or a wall-- the truth is farther...

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He is busy with his scattered papers.
The muzzle of the old pistol
is looking at him in provocation.
Poetry is the noblest thing in language,
and the whiteness of the papers is death.
They...

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The City of Baghdad
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