Things I Didn't Know I Loved*
     
 * If you are a dreamer, come in.
 
        If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, 
 
        A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
 
        If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
 
        For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
 
        Come in! Come in! 
           (Shel Silverstein)
     
          
March 04, 2006
     
      
     
      Khaled Mattawa
		
          Borrowed Tongue'Maybe I'm a foolholding two threads,one black, one white,waiting for dawnto tell them apart.But I'm only practicingmy religion whichI neither borrowednor stole.Maybe I'm a foolthinking of a better answerthan the transplant patientwho said I'm sorrysomeone had to die. No, I haven't outgrownmy tongue. It's a coatyour mother gives you,crimson or cobalt blue,satin inside, the collarwide enough to coveryour whole neck.All winter you wear itthen spring comesbut never goes.That's Arabic to me.I wear a white shirt now--thin gray stripes,top button gone--and it fits.'Khaled Mattawa is a poet and translator, Libyan by birth, who emigrated to the US as a teenager. I attended a reading in Cairo a few years ago, and his poetry is even better read aloud by him. You wouldn't think so, but this is in fact (fact being my opinion) an exceedingly rare thing - it's been my experience that most poets suck at reading their own poetry.Dive into some more of his work here.Update: Thanks to rockslinga, you can listen to Khaled's signature Southern crooning here.  'Tis true, slinga, not quite the same as seeing him in person, but as I always say: Pre-Recorded Mattawa is better than No Mattawa At All. 
          
		 
 
  
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