For #WorldRefugeeDay, Four Poems and an Interview

The lesson is conveyed to you so that you can learn the second lesson, which is “what do you signify?”
[the poem in full]
From: No search, no rescue
By Jehan Bseiso
Maps on our backs. [the poem in full]
From: A refugee in the paradise that is Europe
By Hassan Blasim, trans. Pictures: they stand in for you until you go back. It’s World Refugee Day, a day aimed — according to the UN organizers — at showing “world leaders that the global public stands with refugees”:
Around the time of World Refugee Day 2016, I e-spoke with David Herd, one of   the editors of   Refugee Tales,   co-edited with Anna Pincus. Here endeth the first lesson. Politicians drink red wine after an emergency meeting to discuss your fate. Standing is something your grandfather did, without knowing the reason. Academics get new grant money to research your body and your soul. The country: a card you put in your wallet with your money. They put you in their museums and applaud. The Four Poems
From:   The refugee tells

By Sargon Boulus, trans. [the poem in full]


Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInRedditGoogleTumblrPinterestPocketLike this:Like Loading…‹ Zeina Hashem Beck: ‘Careful Not To Use Others’ Suffering in a Poem’Categories: refugees And the fraction is you. David Herd talked about why Canterbury, the relationship between art and action, and what’s happened since the collection was conceived. It takes its first leap from   Canterbury Tales,   and it is structured as a set of anonymous “as-told-to” narratives, written up by fourteen different   authors. This WRD, a second edition is about to come out (July 20, 2017), Refugee Tales: Part II, with contributions by Kamila Shamsie, Marina Warner, Helen Macdonald, and others. But it is not “only” a book — it is also tied to a walk across the English landscape, with refugees and supporters. The first was a moving and challenging collection that aims to change the landscape for refugees in the UK, particularly the language and laws that allow for indefinite detention. Jonathan Wright
In their pictures they draw you drowning. Youssef Rakha
The refugee absorbed in telling his tale
feels no burning, when the cigarette stings his fingers. They decide to stop hitting you and set up a military unit to confront you. Going back: a mythical creature that appears in your grandfather’s stories. He’s absorbed in the awe of being Here
after all those Theres: the stations, and the ports,
the search parties, the forged papers…
[the poem in full]
From: The Last in a Line of Refugee Descendents
By Ashraf Fayadh, trans. Money: pieces of paper with pictures of leaders. Jonathan Wright
Being a refugee means standing at the end of the queue
to get a fraction of a country. Long way from home. Read the interview   elsewhere on ArabLit.