My love,You are not qualified to be a match for life before you understand,As long as you do not understand, you are not good for anything…Before Odysseus raised his anchor, he did not understand what was required of himAnd sail without a horizon,Just as the gods did not understand what Odysseus understood,The sea, its waters … More My love #poem & #painting by Amir Khatib
Abdullah was born hanged by his umbilical cord. They rescued him with difficulty in the last moments and took him down from the gallows dripping with sticky water. He devoted his life to searching for the perpetrator who decided to hang him while he was in the womb, and investigating the accusation that was assigned … More The eternal patient #poem & #artinstallation by Amir Khatib
What is all this light?And the sky that we don’t know where it came from this morning,Where do you end up at night?Trees are accused of green sin,And the buds are still blind like newborn kittens…What are these transparent clouds?Other than washed heavenly sheets spread out for the sun and air,And the seagulls over the … More Light #poem & #painting by Amir Khatib
To raise the eyebrow, I have no clear certainty about where “here” and where “there” is. A person lives in a place called “here,” while his soul, mind, and history…his entire being lives “there.” There is nothing that helps you differentiate between them except yourself, you who live “there” while your being is here! You … More What awaits us here? What awaits us there? by Amir Khatib
Rejoice, for there is no greater tragedy than your tragedy on earth.You wake up with a nascent hope that suckles what you saved during the day.He dies at night, poisoned…And so, day after day,Your vast life, which you struggled for, is filled with graves.Rejoice, it’s a free opportunity on stage for everyone,There is no greater … More No greater tragedy #poem by Amir Khatib
I painted yesterday…The painting is still in its teensA lot of adventures and messes await her.Today I wrote seven lines,I deleted four of them.The page remained blankLike the mouth of a bare skull.I went out for sports,As the night entered the house,I don’t think about firing him.I have an empty heart. Art Installation by Amir … More An empty heart by Amir Khatib
Decades before I was fourteen, my death was possible,When I climbed the iron bridge while it was being built,Its bare iron ribs extend from bank to bank,In the middle over the abyss, my shirt got stuck and I almost fell,However, the cloth tied me tightly to the smooth pole.I was able to cross through fear … More I could have died by Amir Khatib
I have a wish to return to my home,He burned the wood and lit the candles in the pine-tiled room,Covered with limestone white silence,Illuminate the stairs leading to the dark nebula,Turn the radio on to his only station,I walk barefoot,And listen to jazz… I want to go back to my closet,I put on my mountain … More Wish for return by Amir Khatib
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