cannot truly describe the feeling that just came over me upon seeing this but the best estimation is a simultaneous need to laugh hysterically and also fucking die
– Faraj Bou al-Isha (b. 1956), “Wait” translated from the Arabic by Khaled Mattawa
in: “Poems for the Millennium. Book of North African Literature”, edited by Pierre Joris and Habib Tengour
“Run into a cave and break your ankle so that people have to come find you and they see you lying at the bottom of this beautiful cave and maybe there’s a waterfall and the light from the crystals makes you look really beautiful and they say “Are you okay?” and you say “I think so” and they say “oh my God have you been here alone this whole time with a broken ankle” and you say “it’s okay” and they say “you’re so brave” and you are brave and you look so beautiful surrounded by cave crystals and everyone stands over you and says “oh wow” and “you poor beautiful thing” and “I’m so sorry we let you run into the cave but I’m so glad we found you” and let them carry you home and promise to be your best friends forever and that everything’s their fault and also they named the cave after you and you’re prettier than all of your enemies and your enemies all died of jealousy while you were in the cave.”
if i was on the great british bake off i’d leap the picket fence and escape the tent. i’d be across the grass and in the trees by the time paul hollywood fetched his gun
