Save Me Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

In fear, the brain starves the heart of its bravest blood.Kall


My candles eaten up, by dark storms,
In my nights, wolves howl, jackals roam.
Hollow solitary coughs, haunting cries, the days
Handing over life to the nights; talking shadows
Crumbling walls. The arbiters wear animal ears.

“I think about the dreamers we have killed” MsOwuor
You The Professor, -did you teach me geography?
Or you threw me to find my way, through
The only tunnel. And you gave me AK-47 for a torch.
You the professor, flank the world–cup bearer,

And my only hope, my alma-mater, and the youth
By trickery, for a ransom, -you use your brain
Over Brawn. Professor. A theologian, in an uneasy
Dialogue is leading me through peace, Professor.
Professor, you taught me that when I was born,

The world was in rampant ignorance, and you
Kept me blindfolded, -are not you?
The one that I should seek The Great Soul’s
Respicefrom, to save me from you, ..The Rabid.
Save me O God! From the Blind, Deaf and Dump.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
March 6,2014.

Graffiti art and negative space destruction art in Beijing, by Zhang Dali @ Regional Economics Action Links North East Ohio

Dali's flat, painted exploration in presence led him to three dimensional interpretation of absence, through carefully execution of his trademark form as cut-outs in walls, framing 'progress' through the context of related destruction - the walls Dali was destroying were already destroyed by society - which led to a deeper discussion within his community through viewing negative space within destruction, highlighting contemporary cultural conflicts and voids in China. In the end, Dali's 'graffiti' was meant to be a temporary statement, which the artist photographed for the longer conversation we continue here today.