Eyad

Nature notebook

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

@beyamv As a messi fan i just had to give u this 🙏

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

stark verses, impossible homesickness, raving gasping grasping, dark rantings, fevered panting, backyards at night, silken doggerel, peppermint mind, opal and dandelion, apples, toys, astronauts, grape leaves stuffed with years ago

[Janty @CFC_Janty]

Lionel Messi at this World Cup

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

deep in the dew-haunted grasses
the old cricket of loneliness

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

Children’s games
In a vast playground, in the enormous city. Children play games they have invented out of improvisations on their own childhood which is endless. Games
spin round them like new planets revolving round suns like dust in bright eyes.

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

I have spent many a year
lost in the streets and alleys
listening to the song sparrow's news
my heart crumbling away with the concrete as I tear through another page
of night letters, daydreams, idiocies.

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

The sea will sweep up whatever needs clearing. Slow at first then faster, the beach shrinks to strips of pebble and wet sand. You recall the thirst of the sea and its urgent local demands. Wait for it to retreat. Just keep sitting there.

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

between the murmurings of the moss
and the music of the clouds
the planet is a cupful of ashes
yet rumors persist of a lost continent
of jade deer, glass willows
a robot wandering the may woods
and dream-children riding giant katydids
into the singing, starbright nights

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

A mild spring evening cools and darkens. Then midnight, late conversations, calls down the night street, and a distant car, silence, roads unravelling. The checklist of life. The counting up. The same life
forever. The stars as promised. The moon.

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

Night swallows the train in one long steady gulp. Down it goes, passengers
and all. This happens every night. Someone ought to straighten out night. Keep it above water. It’s like history, where trains constantly vanish
or return empty.

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

the green glades chimed
the flowers sang
the pixies danced in glee
a golden butterfly came to drink in the hollows there was the sound of dragons
rejoicing in the dew and all my poems began, when I walked with my mother

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

in bed craving
something raw & pure & urgent
clocks emit their bloodcurdling shrieks
the mind chews itself into the woodwork
ghosts stare at me from dust-balls
an old dog whimpers & licks its cock
& my bones begin to glow
& my nerves begin to sing
& I am afraid to move

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

I think listening to audio books count as reading a book for example If a blind person tells me they read a book I’m not gonna be like you lying You mean you just LISTENED to a book you loved and I’m just gonna be like hey that’s cool

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

The fiction cupboard is emptying fast. The twelve story arcs are down to five. Who wants arcs
anyway, says the writer
drowning in language.
Give us sounds. A world of cries in the night, the wind through a broken door
in a house of draughts.

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

The vision which echoes loneliness
Brings a scent of wildflowers to a wood
Dead night remembers

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

@rcmeez Long live معصوب too

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

less of a place and more of a quiet suggestion… like a rest stop no one remembers stopping at

[Eyad @Eyadgarout]

The old like the sea. They move there eventually so the tide may pulse them to sleep. The froth, the fingers of foam, the frill and drill of sea noise are consolation,
reassurance that nature is alive in them
and sirens still sing.