Tuesday, October 04, 2005


To post, leave, shout, shatter tinted glass, bleed, burn, breathe, charge, change, choke on metaphores, choke on skin, rot, drown, deconstruct, reconstruct, spit, smell, embrace, build a minaret to God, find God, lose God, find Man, lose everything, kill, create, negate, save, sweat, walk, fight, agonize, realize, hold, soar, embrace, explode, embrace, laugh, cuss, curse, kneel, heal, for a while, smile...

Smile, plunge a hay needle in a leaf, sow a big purple elephant with a trunk longer than the niger, and give it to little Abayomi whose glassy dying eyes are a playground for ten thousand flies and six billion criminals.

I shall be shaking the sky off my shoulders and the earth off my feet.


Listen! I hear the bell. Time to gather in the dining room and eat.


Blogger La La said...


1:49 PM  
Blogger Hisham said...

I removed my previous comment as it was too sarcastic.
Bust seriously Fouad, don't overdo urself...

9:31 PM  
Blogger Fouad said...

Oh Hisham. ALWAYS attentive to other people's needs and concerns, AND ready to give unconditional advice and assistance...

Wait, was that too sarcastic? :(

Anyway, 2 things:

1. It's pretty interesting how someone with your intelligence has absolutely no grasp over artistic expression
2. Regarding your previous deleted comment, I am only thankful you decided to drift away from the medical field. Very sound choice indeed ;)

Take care

3:41 AM  
Anonymous Autumn said...

Come home.

11:10 AM  
Anonymous summer said...

Will you come home?

2:12 AM  
Anonymous winter said...

coming home or not? this is the question.

2:47 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Artistic expression is one thing. But when the writing style is just simply brain dump...how can you expect the reader to even find meaning in what you say?

9:15 PM  
Blogger Fouad said...

My brain dump is primarily mine before it is the reader's. Read it if you care. If you can't make sense out of it, ask, or stop reading. If you don't like it, be constructive in your criticism. I will take it with an open heart and an open mind and use it to improve and evolve. But if you just want to be obnoxious, destructive and patronizing, while hiding behind anonymity, the door is wide open for you to step out and not come back.


1:25 AM  
Blogger [ j i m m y ] said...

loud, deep, clear, heavy, dark, revealing, fatally poetic and subtly optimist.

sometimes people's raison d'être is so transparent that it becomes universal,
it becomes everybody's.

amazing post.

1:15 AM  
Blogger La La said...

im still here, under a new name and address so take note of it ok. xoxo
la la

3:11 AM  
Blogger Maldoror said...

Sorry, but... Ok... What was that!?
Talking about aestheticism?! Seems like ur trip to Lebanon didn't do ur creativity any good! :)

Waiting for the real you to post again :)

7:07 PM  
Anonymous aisling said...

It is easier to destroy than to create-perhaps one feels superior finding fault? Certainly it takes more courage to have a thought, to craft its expression, and to launch it boldly into the world.

This post is not always clear to me. Why should I demand it to be? Bravo for claiming the intensity of your feelings. Ce n'est pas à nous d'en juger.

9:34 PM  
Blogger Fouad said...

I saw a documentary on TV about starving kids in Africa. It stirred anger and revolt, as it usually does. The general atmosphere was not helping. This post was a spontaneous outpouring of mixed, often contradictory emotions about and against, the culprit that all of humanity is, including myself, as all the anger I felt and the injustice I saw did not stop me from stuffing my sloth and instinctive hypocrisy with food.

That's it. Thank you all for commenting (even you Maldoror :). Hope you constantly will.

5:20 AM  
Blogger Maldoror said...

No worries TC!

4:36 PM  
Blogger Hind said...


9:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i find that i forget that i already commented on this, and come back to it, by pure chance. i identify with this one and it makes me want to take a hammer to a big concrete wall and start letting out all the excess of emotion curling around inside, until there is nothing but rubble, and calm.
i cannot watch documentaries on african children, but they infiltrate my poems uninvited.

8:45 AM  

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