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Then, the astonisheds with life, each one is hiding in the corner.
To assist Ka'ba, Sheikh hit it in the chest.
Devotion was in the hands of the thumb.
Enough was enough.
Open the Sheikh all the time!
When disciples heard these stories, they surprised. And moan broke out on their gold.
Shame wind, was the last of this assistance.
“Could be Right and Loyal? Since its establishment are around the Sheikh's hand, around should be a closed sentence.
Should not be deliberately cut. Tarsaa was the sentence.
This is not to help and agree! You hypocrites!
Each is sweetheart to his sweetheart.
If pagan man should become the failure, can be sweetheart in the hundreds of thousands.
As was Sheikh whale on the palate, including the Name and Shame
Late Sheikh worked on that vision.
He opened one by one, got centered. Because seeing Sheikh's benefit was our help, Sheikh send us return soon. We all looked back on his sentence.” Mystery story...
Any one of the range of the Other is elevated.
When The Right restlessly see you
If you avoid the Sheikh himself, what was ‘open’ from The-Right?”
Including the Arabs, were leaving hidden day and night, on the right of every one hundred thousand.
Sometimes the pleading shit works lamentation.
As the half-witted shepherd days, anyone official, not eating, not sleeping at night, including the half-witted.
Night's half-witted days neither bread nor water.
The people cry out “Clean!” Ferris was the hard-knock fusion. (Clan's ups and downs.) Including
And there, before finally boiled down the line, in pray
(have gone behind his back privately.)
Wind dawn, musk times earnings.
Was discovered
On his right shade the sun. One hundred world dedicated to her hair.
He was walking and smiling.
Harvest was lost!
It is disciple who saw it from a search, “Nabiollah, stuck my hand! Guide-Moon
Mustafa said so loud, “I got out Sheikh to the strap. Thanks to the activities of their work, with the Sheikh's tail
The man was intoxicatingly joy.
His roar was vibrant.
Among his companions was aware and determination of the reward that went with people weeping and demon.
As far as was Pig-Sheikh, Sheikh saw the fire
The bell around the time was broken through, hats thrown together. Also addressed the christian heart.
Sheikh's companions observed him from afar
The inability from the head to the ground.
Sometimes when the cloud bloody tears, when John's sweet fire curtains burned the shit. The regret in his body burned blood.
Secrets of the Qur'an's wisdom, were washed from head to head, including throwing remember, of ignorance and misery.
To his own, wept in prostration. Also had goals for blood-stained eyes. Embarrassment was lost in sweat.
Left in grief and joy, before he went wandering all;
The following day,
Sheikh said that, “Having a secret, may be open before the sun is out. Infidelity arose from the meeting of Ra and faith, Roman pagan God-worship, sea wave suddenly passed out.
You want to work the intercession of the Apostle? This time
What a sugar right now! God's grace in the sea, the sun shall obviously know he will turn black. Repentance knows that with several of sin, ignite the fire of his repentance.
Must also include his burns.
I make story short, its place
Saw it after, the christian girl, to sleep
Cleared that is him.
He was in you
That is, along being with his ‘interceptor,’ be more of these ‘intercepted.’”
Because the christian girl was sleeping, she felt the light of the sun.
What a pain in her heart arose!- and the pain of loving it. Fire.
Hands on his heart, the heart of hand, her restless soul did not know what was inside her eggs.
Failed and the absence of a tail, see herself in the wonders of the universe.
Where a world that way, one must be dumb, the way of no tongue. It took all cute -and cheerfulness, like of a rain, collapsed.
Bellowed garment gave run-out.
The soil over the blood ran.
With the painful and incapacitating person, followed the Sheikh and his disciples running.
Also ran bleeding cloud.
Following the footsteps of the running, him in the desert and plains, from which must be passed by.
Welcomed helpless and confused. Welcomed her rubbing face in the dirt.
Said, “O God, work! Private parts of any work left.
I ran man's way because of you. You on me, that I was never aware.
The boiling sea. I did not take my poor. Dean agreed, stuck my hands. Nobody does not help us.”
Sheikh was told from within of that girl christian, “Not familiar with our port, she fell this time on our way.
Go back before it pop idol! And tune up your paid companion.”
Sheikh while returning like wind, opened disciples’ salt
“What's the new single and had repented and several more?! Once again, ‘love you’? Much you repent?!”
Sheikh told of his girl, leaving dead each that hear it.
Sheikh and his companions came days after opening, till it was the ‘smooth’ (Tarsaa) was.
When he saw the yellow gold, lost in rounds, intercepted her coma. Clean bare feet and torn clothes.
The men on the ground, for example. Give it a month since his Sheikh bet his epileptic sore.
Because it takes months in epileptic sleep. Sheikh growth of water.
It looked like the journalist Sheikh. Tears fell like a cloud of spring.
His promises. In his own hands and feet. Said “you burned my soul. I can no longer burn in the curtains of repentance, to be aware. Supply now Islam! (to be intercepted)
He launched the Sheikh of Islam. Fellowship bubbling sentence rejected.
Because it was the idol of the people exposed. Rain tears, the woman waves in between.
San'an, because he was the last governor, heard tasteful faith in the heart.
She was restless taste faith.
“My patience was Sheikh's vault.” Said, “I do not have any patience at parting.
Saddle go full family. Sheikh, Hajj, Pilgrimage, world, I will be as brief as speech, my poor... rather than an adversarial amnesty and not...”
This said in the hands of John, and was half dead. Her sun was hidden under cloud. Sweet life of girl parted, hesitated.
She followed a drop in the ocean.
The sea was actually open.
Including the world, it goes like the wind. He went and we all go.
Saddle such fall much in the way of love. This person is conscious, knows that love. Anything said may be intercepted.
Mercy, despair, deceit, and securely.
This can hear the secrets of the soul, Nasibat (
and mud reliance should not be heard. War was the heart and soul of
each tail hard. Dirge in that mourning was hard.
his mental hygiene, through strange theological appartouses, is not standing intrusions and pollutants of the middle ages trans-religiousity and cross-boundry encounters between the dislikes and those who differ in sexuality.
his hygiene is polluted
but in a peotic reappropriative act of Attar this will operate in another iteration to produce a more radical transcendence; still again a vital encounter with religious pollution is avoided
main title
“Four Eastern Cartographies of Entrapment”
video
“Writing on Chaos - A Terminal Intimacy”
performance
“The Reward of The Victim - Towards Poetic Extremism”
image assemblage wallpaper
“Bad Temper - Apocalyptic Climates of Endangered Subjectivity”
delve
delvi
delphi
dilated
dionysian ecotone for performance
defp
desfpe
artistic research center for material epitom studies
arcfmes
(art)mes
(eco)maps
demaps
eccentric center of/for epitomized material studies
ecfem
cologne center for social research
ccsr
ecotone
epitom
parc
performance and research center
cream
center for research in epistemology and matter
this proposal gathers literary forces from the speculative insights of Jason Bahbak
by traversing the domains of revolutionary ideology, avant-garde literature, new-wave cinema, extremist thought, and protests from the limitless imaginative reservoir of their political, poetic, spiritual, and aesthetic predecessors
mobile within a speculative/suggestive milieu, this project is interested in examining literary sites such as Kelile-o Demne's communal forms of fragile human cohabitation (11th century political/bestial fable), Rumi's simulation of nonexistence (13th century production of schizo-darvish), Hafez's engineering
this form of half-digestive omnivorous work is situated in a larger trajectory of creative investigations, which i have been busy with under “storytelling,” are dealing with the questions of conditions in which non-antagonistic critical encounters between ordered conventions of knowing and chaotic textuality/imagination is possible. to take the mind where it does not belong. to the rogue arsenals of middle eastern reservoir of imagination and its locatable mimicries. to its repetitive scaffoldings, fugitive trajectories, its performances of fatal experience of the text. to unload its corrosive textualities and let them run their acids across one another. this project is interested in both the unleashing and the pleasure of watching the text die.
part of the disposition of this proposal is also the suggestion that the two collaborators of this project,
My work has been about
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“Four Masks of an Eastern Postmodernism”
insurgent, poet, mystic, sectarian
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chaos, violence, illusion, silence
for the collaborative part of sharjah project, i like to propose four “masks” (or “rotational avatars”) of subjective anarchy, that are few among many existential prototypes and subjectivity constellations of eastern postmodernism, as collaborative sites of encounter with four (or less and not necessarily individual) artists/participants.
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