Who Am I Without Exile? On Mahmûd Darwîsh's Later Poetics of Exile

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Who am I after these paths of exodus? I own a boulder that bears my name on a tall bluff overlooking what has come to an end. Seven hundred years escort me beyond the city walls. Time turns around in vain to save my past from a moment that gives birth to the history of my exile in others and in myself. Mahmûd Darwish, “Be a String, Water, to my Guitar”. Our eyes and ears refused obedience the princes of our senses proudly chose exile Zbigniew Herbert, “The Power of Taste”. Writing is impossible without some kind of exile Julia Kristeva.

Original languageEnglish
Pages (from-to)56-68
Number of pages13
JournalDomes : digest of Middle East studies
Issue number2
StatePublished - 1 Oct 2006

ASJC Scopus subject areas

  • Cultural Studies
  • History
  • Religious studies
  • Sociology and Political Science
  • Political Science and International Relations
  • Law


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