Wednesday, June 30, 2010

page 164 - #Monocle Expo

despite the following, MONOCLE is doing Beirut a better job than the Lebanese Ministry of Tourism 

So, in their issue35 [July/August 2010], MONOCLE showcase their Global Ranking of the World’s Most Livable Cities + five with a little more sun and sauce _here comes Beirut.
As always, I slurp to MONOCLE. This time was exciting, expecting an artsy review of my lover, but the Expo couldn’t have been more horrible. I feel backstabbed, but I’m a big boy, and it’ll pass – sooner or later.
The massacre starts here: 15 Beirut – Photographer Felix Bruggemann flies to Beirut joining our correspondent based there, Carole Corm for this month’s Expo   

WRITER Carole Corm
PHOTOGRAPHER Felix Bruggemann

Carole, I think you should go out more. This is my only comment on the text. This is Beirut. You are from Beirut, this is not a text about Beirut, it might be an experiment on detached-third-person-topic-elaboration, and you have succeeded in that, sadly.

So, there are no photographers in Beirut anymore. In a city where everyone is his, her or someone else’s artist, MONOCLE decided to fly a photographer to Beirut in order to produce photographs that will portray the city in an international print outlet. I am convinced. I am, for maybe Mr. Brug is the Annie Leibovitz of urban-scape, and that the nectar of Beirut cannot be captured except via his lens. I convinced myself, because it’s MONOCLE..and MONOCLE just does it right, but this time it fucked big time.

22 photographs of Beirut, which I will not even bother to scan, in a copy that I do not advise you to buy –  to keep the damage as minimal as possible – portray the city in its shallowest. Hamra street, the most outrageously flamboyant shopping lane the city has to offer is portrayed with a half-page close-up of two men in a convertible – the rest (Hamra street perhaps) left completely out of focus. The photo is tagged, with the top down on Hamra street. Enticing.
Achrafieh is represented by a tree with pink flowers, yes that same one you have everywhere in Beirut – not that I dislike it, but if you want to show Achrafieh, make me touch the skanky lust of this place, the l’arabe-c’est-my-second-langue-uh-oh of life, the tacky liquorish of urban neighborhood life, the super-designed flicks that you stumble upon in between roars of stone that make your teta look like a toddler in polka dots and ghazl el banet.. and I’m still figuring out why fashion assistant Tala Hjiar sending a text outside Kayan bar, Rue de Liban is crucial to display Beirut. I don’t mind her, she is smiling, but I just don’t get it. The list goes on, but I’m just too bored to diss MONOCLE, I’m too sad I have to. 

The only picture that made me feel anything was 14 Souk al Tayeb, Beirut’s first farmer’s market. It’s that you feel this lady looking up, at the morphing city, the way you would walk in Beirut – in her hands, organic produce from Souk el Tayeb in the background – you see her a few minutes ago, smelling the herbs and making impromptu recipes of whatever she sees of this and touches of that – you see her now, wandering  around, in her own Beirut – probably wondering what wine would go with what she just decided to make for dinner, and meticulously pondered-upon guestlists that she should call by now – you see her in a couple of hours, in her kitchen, her final touches before her bell would ring – her comrades in this sex of a city, all in the process of forgetting a yesterday – making today as gaudy as can be – peer-pressuring tomorrow into something, none of them has ever seen before.

Monday, June 28, 2010

(blank post)

#mashrou3leila LIVE IN BYBLOS - July 09, 2010 -

stills from FASATEEN
directed by Jowe Harfouch + Diane Farah

event on FB:
event on BYB:
official blog:
leitmo blog:

see you there :)

Thursday, June 24, 2010

today, on TV, they said that we must not use drugs because our bodies are not ours. they are god's. they are temporary capsules of waking life, which is negligible - as opposed to the after-life, the glorious.

this was an ad for an anti-drug campaign.

yes, \junkies\ will see your point. they will see it as more than one point, and then eat both of them.


@rubicon - pieces of something

من المكان ما قتل ومن الزمان ما حدث أو لم يحدث ولو لمرة في عقر دقيقة أو اثنتان وعندما يتكل المرور على توالي العدم وتواري ليلة وضحاها على متن كان واخواتها - لن نصل - لأن الوصول لا وصول والهدف يبقى أمثولة لهدف أسمى وتسقط لغة الكلام بغية الحفاظ على ماء وجهها لتشربه مريم أو تغسل بها أقدام ابنها أو حبيبها الذي لم يلد ولم يولد - غرامها العذري - الذي غدر بجنسها - الذي جعلها أمثولة لهدفٍ أسمى - أسقط حنين جسدها ونجاسة الصراخ وحليب العرق - صراخها بغية الحفاظ على عدمه في ضوضاء اقدامهم - أقدامهن - بسم الرحمن الرحيم ، الله الذي لا وجود له بين قلبي وقضيبي - مزروع في رأسي إلى أبد الآبيدين آمين ، لأن عقلي عقم وثغرها عقم واقدامهم أقدامهن عقم السراط هروباً من المستقيم - ضاق ذرعاً من حسن ظنه وبيته الحرام ورائحة المسك والعنبر - في اللامكان - هنا الآن - غرام غداً أو انعدامه - حبيب وحبيبة ...         


what happens? when things change, people change, you change, what happens - change - that happens, to rehappen and you know of things, that will happen, might happen - you, still here. 
what happens? what do you do - when you know, that then - things will change, people will change, you will change - and everything that looked like glitterpuffs will smell like sickle ends of worlds, swamp-vapor clouds and apologies to RSVPs
then - it comes to this smile, when you look at things, people - things, and - you know, with this smile - yours, that they have reached a fall, your fall - or theirs, that they just fell, or will fall - off you - what happens then - 
in your building blocks, they are. they exist, they have been - but in your head, your past declines to molten ice, subtle creams of  luck once licked - in your head, they were, in your cock - they might have resided - inside you, reserved - places
but things change, and you know -
and for the sake of mating your surface with another's - for the sake of friction, of loss of energy - as heat, for the sake of loops, circles and intersections of lines - you break mirrors, and build others, and fetch more temporary you's in others, for you to fuck - in poly interim-stands, that might or might not involve technical romance


Wednesday, June 23, 2010

today, a little boy asked his dad if the ceiling would fall if there were no columns to hold it

Monday, June 21, 2010

"[..]for so – we all are nothing, for at any point
in time we are only liable to that split second of
pragmatic context – existing only throughout it,
authentic only during it – after which it becomes
a memory, a memory we could incubate in communal
mourning pits, to build a heritage we attach
ourselves to."

-fetish systems

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Jack Kerouac - "On the Road"

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…



Tuesday, June 8, 2010

#Microlove, Asma []

cursive memorandums of alter-egos
things of last night

inside, where big things hide
for skins to puff
curve, scripts of tomorow

yesterday's tomorow
not fucked
left .. alone, right

for things of last night
to happen

inside, some big things hide
and make skins puff
curve strips of inside


tonight happens,
when cursive records stream
moans of ego -
moan of egos

broken hourglasses
cokes of sand
relative splinters
of shattered brittles
and minutes and seconds
where waves commit crimes

where cursive records stream
salty sodomies
and luck

i hate that i have to quote other people for people to believe things

but i love when i don't find any

Saturday, June 5, 2010

#sex \ #sexuality \ #gender and auto-competence...@ X, Y feat. Z

I am in love. Constantly, I am in love. I am constantly in love \ my objects of obsessions - they change. Mint+Cinnamon boiled in water, left to settle, poured. Today,which has become yesterday - just now - I had this chitchat with a friend; she pitied 'hermaphrodites' - and I became the advocate of the absurd, not very unusual..not so unlikely, not very wild - because apparently I am a rebel without a cause, a something that has no opinion unless and opposing opinion confronts me, for me to obstruct.

[the blib\blab] was about, feeling sad for people that have no definitive gender, in analogies of feeling sad for people that have lost a leg. I am not educated enough about hermaphrodit-ism , but I know that it doesn't take a cock or a pussy to replenish harmony of one's well-being, fuck that shit I think. I really like my toes for example, in a very non-Gulf kind of way.. I do. So let's learn things \

I think the origin of the word Hermaphrodite is one of the most romantic, ever - The term "hermaphrodite" derives from Hermaphroditus, the son of Hermes and Aphrodite in Greek mythology, who was fused with a nymph, Salmacis, resulting in one individual possessing physical traits of both sexes.

In Greek mythology, Salmacis was an atypical naiad \ a type of nymph who presided over fountains, wells, springs, streams, and brooks - the essence of a naiad was bound to her spring, so if a naiad's body of water dried, she died \ who rejected the ways of the virginal Greek goddess Artemis in favour of vanity and idleness. Her attempted rape of Hermaphroditus \  the child of Aphrodite and Hermes, he was a minor deity of sexuality and effeminacy \  places her as the only nymph rapist in the Greek mythological canon.

Now, medically, Hermaphrodites are called Intersex; very fix, suffix, prefix as opposed to romantic nymph sodomy, but whatever.

The following images are \ copyright 1998 Lynn E. Harris, all rights reserved.\ 
Lynn Edward Harris is single, resides in Los Angeles, California, leads a mainstream lifestyle and is a devotee of all classic arts, cultural events, antiques, travel, and metaphysics.

This is no way or form an article. It is not a paper. It can be, if you need it to be something, a fruit-basket with suicidal attempts of knowledge - hence talked to Google.

I also found this,

It has been a while since I decided that it is not so very ultimately weird that I do not, most of the time because I cannot, get my message through.

So, I came across this.. a couple of days ago -

"CANDY is the first fashion magazine ever completely dedicated to celebrating transvestism, transexuality, cross dressing and androgyny, in all its manifestations. Never before in history, have men and women had so many opportunities for body modification, or so many ways to change their appearance from head to toe: from the softest options like make up, to permanent transformations courtesy of the surgeons' knife.
Now the 21st Century is truly underway, there's no need to justify ourselves, only the ability and need to celebrate the diversity of lifestyles and options, the freedom to choose on every level. The possibilities are as infinite as the amount of people there are in this world. CANDY is a magazine for everybody. A space for individual freedom, and a publication that pushes people to take on the persona of what they always wanted to be."

and spray-on condoms because "Men on the Web," he says, "they are very honest."

All of this makes me sick, censorship and copyrights make me sick. I had to remove the pictures I had posted earlier, but whatever - and the internet is not an honest place -

Friday, June 4, 2010

Beirut Spring Festival Today

Start Time:
Thursday, June 3, 2010 at 9:00pm
End Time:
Tuesday, June 8, 2010 at 11:30pm
Downtown Beirut
Beirut, Lebanon

Beirut has restored its iconic position as a cultural center for the Middle East with local and international performances taking place throughout the city.

The "Beirut Spring Festival" is one of the most prominent festivals coming up this summer and will feature a variety of shows combining theatrical arts, dance, music, and singing.

The festival will take place in different scenic parts of Downtown Beirut and is free of charge.

Play: June 3rd @ 9PM (Thursday): Theater of Beirut:
the French theater troupe 'Le Minotaure' will perform a play dedicated to the Russian journalist Anna Politkovskay who was assassinated in 2006.
Theater of Beirut - Ain Mreisseh (Map:

Contemporary Ballet: June 4th @ 9PM (Friday.): Le Dome in Downtown Beirut:
the Swiss troupe 'Interface' will perform its contemporary ballet show inspired by the life of St. Mary Madeleine de Pazzi.
Le Dome - La Bulle Theater in Downtown Beirut (Map:

Oriental Music and Dance: June 5th @ 9PM (Saturday): Le Dome in Downtown Beirut:
dancers and musicians from India, France, and Iran form the 'Badila Ensemble' who specialize in mixing instruments, vocals, and dance.
Le Dome - La Bulle Theater in Downtown Beirut (Map:

Franco-Lebanese Rap: June 6th @ 9 PM (Sunday): Samir Kassir Garden in Downtown Beirut:
the Franco-Lebanese band 'Rayess Bek' tackle wasted opportunities and problems in Lebanon through music and lyrically creative rap music.
Samir Kassir Garden in Downtown Beirut (Map:

Arab Opera: June 8th @ 9PM (Tuesday): Roman Baths in Downtown Beirut:
the Arab Opera group will perform a harmonious mix of singing, acting, music, and audiovisual effects.
Roman Baths in Downtown Beirut (Map:

The festival is hosted by the Samir Kassir Foundation, in commemoration of the fifth anniversary of the assassination of the Lebanese press's martyr.
It is entitled "The Beirut Spring" after Samir Kassir's most famous (and last) articles.

_got the text from their facebook event here

Thursday, June 3, 2010

#Monocle Censorships

So, today is a nice day, I went on site.. saw the work going smoothly but impolitely.. sat on the balcony - the breeze was to die for.. I sketched a little, then on my way back to the office - stopped by the bookstore, and got the June Monocle \ issue 34.

Magazines are one of my countless thrills.. and Monocle is magazine royalty; so I skimmed through it the first time, and saw this mirrorish sticker on one of the articles, pg61. Tacky, not very Monocle.. but I kept that nose of mine out of it ..anywas..I skimmed through it some more, messaged Anoud to check pg144, she would like the glasses..   anyways - It was time to get to business..

In the index  *KSA days..resurrections of black marker nightmares..* something was scratched out, again, naive me thought that it's some kind of design move - so I head to the mirror sticky thing, and unpeel. ..

TADAAA.. Israel.

I am not a fan of Israel, in fact - I hate it, and I want it to die ASAP.. a boring death - something that won't be noted in if nothing ever happened.. I don't want to let the now-Israeli's go all Armenian about their existence - they WILL forget..and be forgotten, I still like Terry Poison, see - this is my issue with things.

#Flotilla has nothing to do with cultural production - Intellect is something, war is another. I want to know what these people do - Hezbollah knows, and Hezbollah is their #1 enemy. I am a number (within the Lebanese enemy state population) - I need to know - I want to know their banalities, and their superiorities - I want to know everything - and it is your duty \Ministry of Affairs\ to not stop me..

I remember watching Waltz with Bashir.. with some friends at the lecture hall in AUB, locking the doors and turning off the lights - the music to a certain low volume, so we won't get caught..while it was being sold EVERYWHERE -

So we have this finger..and we insist on hiding behind it, ok - hide - but at least acknowledge that you are hiding from something..and KNOW that this something knows everything about you - and in 3,2,1 is going to attack your uneducated sorry ass.. .