Zeina Hashem Beck
My longingwas ruby-colored. I wore itaround my neck, and everythingwas drunkenness and dance, every daya kind of drowning— — Zeina Hashem Beck, from “I Dreamt We Threw Bread Crumbs,” Louder Than Hearts: Poems (Bauhan Pub, 2017)
Category: Lebanese Culture
Etel Adnan
I was a butterfly caught by a fire: neither the day’s nor the night’s but the incandescence that radiates from the body like a receding sickness. — Etel Adnan, from “The Manifestations of the Voyage,” The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations Of The Voyage ( Post Apollo Press, 1990)
Etel Adnan
Morality is violence. An invisible violence at first. Love is a supreme violence, hidden deep in the darkness of our atoms. When a stream flows into a river, it’s love and it’s violence. When a cloud loses itself in the sky, it’s a marriage. When the roots of a tree split open a rock it’s… Continue reading Etel Adnan
The Vale of Soul-Making 