poem by Z. I. Sadeq
Gaza How to survive death that does not kill?— That cut down everything I am before I became. The soul of my souls, lost, in darkness.
King Pentheus
by Z. I. Sadeq Take my hand Pentheus Together we’ll run through fields And swim in cool streams Laugh while the gilly fish bite our toes
The Nomadic War Machine
by Z. I. Sadeq The war machine is a philosophical concept, initially described by Deleuze, Guattari, Claire Parnet, and later on also Manuel DeLanda. Their use of the word machine refers to a machine in the abstract, which has inputs, outputs, and operations just like any other machine or apparatus might; in other words, the […]
Night Visit
by Z. I. Sadeq 1 Behold me!– Cowards and last men! It is me, the not-man. My soul is marked
The Wind Blows Against Them
by Z. I. Sadeq In the mist of emerald forests, Upon banks of crimson creeks, Beneath limbs of yellow tulipwood, At the foot of smoky peaks,