Houses war to keep what happens in them from suck and blanch of time. This much I know, but what’s the meaning of my homeyness in them, places I couldn’t have been, lives I couldn’t have lived? Torn curtains blowing from blasted houses stop my breath and remind me of what I couldn’t have felt […]
If I weren’t working in the dark life wouldn’t be half so interesting; I’d have to study the barrel cost of light sweet crude resentment as if there were an algorithm, like testing proven reserves, instead of frolic in a mysterium. I see the red air tremble when epithelials are feeding roses; nothing is more […]
(Lord of the assassins, 11th century) Exile is a twofold problem: no one eludes it and mourned land disappears. So while I hoped to complain, I’ve nothing to complain about except the poignant delusion that some of us belong and must be vigilant for those who live among us in disguise. We need the assassins […]
Djelloul Marbrook talks about how he determines the form a poem will take, his poetic philosophy, and conversations he has with his poetic self.
Djelloul Marbrook talks about the genesis and form of his poem “Djelloul.”
Djelloul Marbrook talks about two of his current new manuscript projects.
Djelloul Marbrook talks about a poem he wishes he’d written.
Djelloul Marbrook talks about the first poem he ever wrote.