Bring Me Back Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Bring Me Back



Brink me back my lost years
My youth, O how you stand on the anvil
Leaving me, like a soul, from the statuesque
Physique. Like spirit evaporate from the pitcher.
Old wine, be my wiser self, bring my fancy
Empty thou art, alas. The drunken courage
My feet, how you forgot the steps.
From the love’s street, where unto
Much you sang of guillotine in rapture.
Tie not my hands, my head remains high
Your strength, upon my neck the sword.
Death, come - I welcome thee
What fears thou harbor, I have told them
My coffin on head, like a king’s crown.
Fate, you were the dirt of my palm
And now, what else in thy shallow pocket.
I have spent thee, O Time, be not proud
None of your riches, a saddened heart
My love like withered, myself like pelted
Pick your stones, are not the wounds enough.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabd
October 10,2013.

Thursday, December 5, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
How to Tell The Future From The Past
Justin Mortimer, Tract,2012. Oil on canvas,220 x 180 cm (86 5/8 x 70 7/8 inches) . Courtesy of the artist and Haunch of Venison, New York

January 17 – March 2 2013

Press Release:

The role of progress is central to the concept of civilisation but its essence as a movement toward a goal has, at least in the context of postmodernity, come to be understood as a fallacy. This exhibition examines the work of five artists who present the trajectory of humanity not as a refinement but as an endless return to a base nature.

Across painting, sculpture and video, the human animal is presented as resourceful and sophisticated but fundamentally incapable of bettering itself. The problem with society’s pre-occupation with advancement – social, intellectual, technological – is encapsulated in Freud’s essay, Civilisation and its Discontents, in which he characterises civilization as ‘a tool we’ve created to protect ourselves from unhappiness, and yet, because it denies our most primitive instincts, it is the largest source of our unhappiness.’

In How to tell the future from the past, this irony is presented using time as a prism through which to view humanity’s achievements. In the title work, Eve Sussman presents history as an eddying vehicle on a cycle, while in Justin Mortimer and Yang Jiechang’s paintings, the contemporary and the ancient are compressed in disturbing ways. Patricia Piccinini and Joana Vasconcelos’ sculptures absent the human form but in their use of man-made materials and unnatural forms, they suggest the unwieldy relationship between what we are and what we want.
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