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The Turkish BarberThe Turkish BarberThe Turkish Barber
What color is the royal Sultan’s beard? Need it be dyed or trimmed a little more? I knew a barber who can have it sheared, I met him in the janissary corp.
A curious man this soldier-barber is. He’s traveled much and shaved all kinds of hair. For all the lands with customers of his, He’ll use the same technique for anywhere.
“I cut the cuirassier heads by the Nile, This scimitar clipped Tartar skin,” said he. “I’ve mowed for grass the Cossack rank and file, And chopped the Greeks at Thessaloniki.&#
by ~moskatoe
Of Turks and RussiansThe Greeks called it the Euxeinos Pontos, the Hospitable Sea, after they extensively colonized its shores. Its coasts were the land the Scythians, the Thracians, Hittites, and Colchis, the land of the Argonauts and the Golden Fleece, the end of the known world. The Mare Nostrum of the Byzantines, the Bulgar and Magyar hordes swept by, dipping their spears into its cool waters, before moving on to raid more civilized peoples. Come the Rus with their northern furs, the Varangians in their longships down the Dnieper, the Mongol scourge sweeping the steppes. Sometimes it is called simply ho pontos, TheOf Turks and Russians
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A Poem For Emily DickinsonA Stinkbug sought me in my Room – Composing poetry – For I’m a Crazy Woman who – Needs hysterectomy.A Poem For Emily Dickinson
Your Words – said he – are buried by – These horizontal Marks. Your Rhymes – at times – are nothing more – Than Disingenuous Fakes.
Like one insulted, Stumbling – I quickly indicate My Obfuscating Lexicon – Good Taste does adumbrate.
The Fellow did not care for Style – He Artlessly called out – Your sudden meter Disruptions make About as much sense as
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The Gift of the NileThe morning was uncomfortably warm, and an oppressive Mediterranean fog hung still in the air, covering the road with a blanket of blurriness. I sat in the back row as the bus jolted along, its plastic windowpanes trembling at every unevenness of the ground. Beside me, Ahmed was trying to teach me the Arabic alphabet.The Gift of the Nile
“You learn fast,” he said in his impeccable British accent. I laughed, and wrote two characters on his pad.
“Pengyou,” I said, “is ‘friend’ in Chinese.”
We turned off the road and continued on a dirt path to Wadi Envir
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DemocracyHere is the ghost: he is a social studies teacher with thinning hair and a faint affable smile and a sticker on his coat that says Obama ’08. There are dark circles under his eyes from jet lag and from sleepless nights spent in airports, between conferences. There are dark circles under his eyes but he smiles anyway.Democracy
Barack Obama is speaking on the radio: he’s heavy on the anaphora, and my father tells me that device is strong in the African-American oratorical tradition, descended from African storytelling. Vergil uses it a lot too, anaphora. The oral tradition also includes the Greek epics: the oral tradition g
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