Poetry from an exile http://allinapen.yuku.com/forums/18 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Fri, 26 Sep 2008 03:46:58 GMT Yuku Feeds 1.0 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 60 Yuku http://static.yuku.com//feed/bypass/images/button-yuku.png http://allinapen.yuku.com/forums/18 Yuku - free hosted forums and profiles 88 31 {pics-1.1 "http://www.icra.org/ratingsv02.html" l gen true for "http://yuku.com" r (nz 1 vz 1 lz 1 oz 1 cz 1 ) "http://www.rsac.org/ratingsv01.html" l gen true for "http://yuku.com" r (n 0 s 0 v 0 l 0 )) Search Search Domain q http://yuku.com/search/direct/ <![CDATA[ Prof. Jassim abd el-Hadi, Utrech U - Modernity and Literature in the Arab World ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/7117/t/Prof-Jassim-abd-el-Hadi-Utrech-U-Modernity--Literature---Ara.html مؤتمرات كثيرةٌ وندوات، سبقتها مثلها وستتلوها مثلها من الندوات والمؤتمرات عن الحداثة وما بعد الحداثة وما قبلها وما حولها... وجلها تطير بلا أجنحة؛ كالصواريخ تمخر عباب الفضاءات ولا تترك حَتَّى محض رائحة الدخان.

http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/7117 Fri, 26 Sep 2008 03:45:47 GMT <![CDATA[ perfect love ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4418/t/perfect-love.html

He was the son of a preacher, who had turned his
back to his fathers church and the corruption
there. In the slum part of our town he met
a beautiful girl who could not read or write and
never learned. To his parents utter dismay he
married her and they resentfully left him out
of their will. The newlywed had nowhere to go
and continued to live in the slum, in a little house
that always looked as it was falling down and he
made a... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4418 Fri, 02 Aug 2002 10:08:29 GMT <![CDATA[ The firmament ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4417/t/The-firmament.html

If you ever come to my valley
Ill make you into a star on
the flake of heaven, above my
home, that I hold.


This sliver of night sky that can
only be seen by invited guests
and those lost in the wilderness
of love.


We shall admire you greatly and
youll outshine the moon, people
will point and say Look isnt she
beautiful tonight.

jan oskar hansen
]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4417 Fri, 02 Aug 2002 00:50:01 GMT <![CDATA[ to be in love ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4416/t/to-be-in-love.html

Once but only once was I in love,
pink clouds bumped my head on
morning stars. Smiled to everyone
and was incredible kind, which in
the end was my downfall, because
some women cant resist a man in
love wanting to possess that inner
glow to warm their lonely hearts.
I was led astray eating the icing of
the cake of love. She didnt see it
that way and dumped me cruelly.
Sad watched the cake get stale and
its icing melt. Let me... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4416 Thu, 01 Aug 2002 13:53:58 GMT <![CDATA[ flowery revenge ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4429/t/flowery-revenge.html

For years now Ive been using the green
plant on the kitchen table as an ashtray,
its deep green and bears pretty, nicotine
yellow little flowers once a year and tang
of perfumed cigars.


Been smoking again, she says and sniffs
the air. No, its not me, its the plants
flowers they smell that way. Suppressed
giggle from the green fiend, which trembles
slightly, till fine ash covers the table.
jan... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4429 Thu, 01 Aug 2002 01:38:21 GMT <![CDATA[ Life's a bitch ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4428/t/Life-s-a-bitch.html


The black Labrador bitch gave birth to
six whelps, overwhelmed her owner
squeezed their tiny necks till they were
quite dead and threw them into a shallow
grave. The good mother found them, dug
em up and miraculously one was still
alive, which she carried back to her lair
in the barn. A lucky survivor? One which
deserves to live? Alas life is much more
brutal than we think, the man couldnt
afford more dogs so he killed that... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4428 Wed, 31 Jul 2002 12:30:49 GMT <![CDATA[ boots ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4427/t/boots.html

After fifteen visits to the cobbler
my boots are no longer fit for
walking, he had shaken his head
and said. Cant do anymore for
them Polished them well, glued
them to a piece of cardboard and
made art, which hangs on the wall
as a reminder that boots are great
friends and should not be ignored
because they are old.
jan oskar hansen
]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4427 Wed, 31 Jul 2002 03:38:29 GMT <![CDATA[ papa ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4419/t/papa.html

The tapping on the door, leading
into the cave where the instinct
of reproduction dwells, is getting
fainter now


A childs tiny knuckles on an entry
made of lost love? Or is it only an
echo a voice, in a dream, that once
called me papa?
jan oskar hansen
]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4419 Tue, 30 Jul 2002 14:01:46 GMT <![CDATA[ an ordinary woman ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4425/t/an-ordinary-woman.html

Her eyes are normally curtain less windows into
an abandoned flat seen at twilight and reflects
nothing but the approaching night.
There are times though when there are flashes
from the flats interior thats when she remembers
her late husbands dagger stabbing mind.
He used to call her stupid; he was she says:
Intellectually arrogant, words spoken slowly and
with relish. When he went into hospital, where also
he died, she didnt... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4425 Tue, 30 Jul 2002 11:46:03 GMT <![CDATA[ sweet dates ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4430/t/sweet-dates.html

Dark as gore the stagnant
river is, burning buses
clouds of dust from razed
homes, dead children and
guttural voices crying for
revenge


Friends and foes blood
soaked up by thirsty soil
where palm trees of peace
one day shall grow; sweet
dates we will eat, but not
just yet
jan oskar hansen
]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4430 Tue, 30 Jul 2002 05:16:26 GMT <![CDATA[ the nightclub singer part 2 ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4424/t/the-nightclub-singer-part-2.html
When madam Zelda Bronsky, the lady from Beograd,
her four dogs and I arrived in Rome it was forenoon. After unloading our luggage at her sisters hotel, near
the train station, we walked to the nightclub were Zelda had engagements Monday and Tuesday her act was sandwiched in between a - I Did- It -My- Way- crooner and a group of female dancers with big tits. The club
was better than any I had seen before, yet it exuded a tired melancholy,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4424 Mon, 29 Jul 2002 09:19:20 GMT <![CDATA[ The Phellem ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4426/t/The-Phellem.html


They have shockingly denuded
the cork oaks at the bottom of
our lane, got no hands to hide
their vital aspects; wordless
standing there for all the world
to gloat, but you must know that
they are victims of mans need
to put stoppers in wine bottles.
jan oskar hansen
]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4426 Sun, 28 Jul 2002 20:36:59 GMT <![CDATA[ august heat and dogs ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4423/t/august-heat-and-dogs.html

The sun is splashing down
drumming on the old tiles
dripping through the cane
roof, just like autumn rain.
flowers groan, petals pale
and fall, straw sets fire to
itself and dust whirls as by
magic.

The gang of four (dogs)
lay prone on the kitchen
floor wont stir before sun
set, tongues hanging slack,
(banners of a routed army),
yet they refuse come have
a dip with me in the lake;
useless they are in... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4423 Sun, 28 Jul 2002 05:16:31 GMT <![CDATA[ nightclub singer ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4431/t/nightclub-singer.html

In Trieste, a snipers shot from the former Yugoslavia,
at a table under the shade of a parasol that extolled
Martini Bianc, drinking red wine so rough that at it felt
like sand paper, but so cheap that it was almost free,
clearing my throat for my next assignment as
a nightclub singer. The night before I had been pelted
with rotten tomatoes when singing Norwegian psalms yet, the manager of the club (nothing more than a barn reeking of sheep)... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4431 Sun, 28 Jul 2002 03:55:49 GMT <![CDATA[ when the loving stops ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4415/t/when-the-loving-stops.html

No furniture creaking floors carpets gone.
In the shed the sleeping bag we had made
love in those days, before mortgage and loans.


In the house I cradled the bag in my arms and
swayed to our tune remembering days when
we knew that no one had ever loved like us.


Later she rang gave me her phone number in
case I wanted to ring back and talk sense;
before ringing off she called me a callous jerk.


Walked... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4415 Thu, 25 Jul 2002 23:20:47 GMT <![CDATA[ ...many a splendid thing ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4414/t/-many-a-splendid-thing.html

Its easy to be lyrical about something beautiful,
say, a rose its so much more difficult to find
anything cheerful about a revolting animal like
a rat. Once in a log cabin that was nailed to rocks
up a dark mountainside, where trees dont grow
but tiny flowers do in June; I met a brown and white chested rat. It sat on top of the piano when I played, enjoyed the musical vibrationI think.

When I stopped playing went into the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4414 Wed, 24 Jul 2002 13:04:12 GMT <![CDATA[ the beings ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4422/t/the-beings.html

Smashed brown beer-bottle pulverized glass,
tiger-eyes burning bright on black asphalt in
the night. Beside an ice cream cone that
wont be there tomorrow, eaten by the nocturnals
whose eyes follow us at night. We can hear their
whispering if we stop, stand still and listen.
Yet unseen, our brethrens, our darkest thoughts,
beings well not recognize neither can exterminate,
because they are our scabby tails.
jan... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4422 Wed, 24 Jul 2002 05:17:45 GMT <![CDATA[ motherhood ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4421/t/motherhood.html

A two-month-old foetus came
flushing into the sewer system
grabbed and hastily eaten by a
pregnant rat then it was time
for the rat to give birth, found
a hole in the sewers wall and
five pink babies were born.


Lovingly she cleans them and
when not soundly asleep by
the cosy and warm aroma of
motherhood, they greedily
drink her milk; tired she too
fell asleep dreaming of
a heaven she had never seen.
 feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4421 Tue, 23 Jul 2002 02:34:54 GMT <![CDATA[ the bin ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4413/t/the-bin.html

Green rubbish bin, with coffee
stained lid, placed between
the cooker and the sink full of
cigar butts and empty bottles of
red wine. Your halitosis is worse
than mine a Monday early when
I look into your interior in the hope
of finding a smokeable butt, but
cant because they are all coffee
stained and damp. You are not
really practical a lot of stuff falls
outside of you, attract ants, mice
and flies, so Ill fill you with soil... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4413 Mon, 22 Jul 2002 13:15:49 GMT <![CDATA[ pig in a sty ]]> http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4420/t/pig-in-a-sty.html

Coarse haired pig in the sty
why are your eyes so blue?
Tomorrow Ill eat succulent
ribs and the fat of your soul
will trickle down my chin.


Dont look, as you know
that man and domestic pigs
have a common ancestor, for
if I believed that how could
I enjoy your flesh?
jan oskar hansen
]]> feeds@yuku.com (oskarthethird) http://allinapen.yuku.com/topic/4420 Mon, 22 Jul 2002 02:01:47 GMT