David Ades: So, This Is What It Is
I am like a child who has wandered off
and doesn’t know the way back,
or an old man, disoriented, not even alarm
crossing the blank canvas of his face.
David Ades: Nothing and Everything
Man, what an induction you gave me,
rolling that joint of fresh Sumatran grass
on the little deck of a longhouse
overlooking Lake Toba
David Adès: Tomorrow
the day ticks inexorably by with its seepage of light, and I note the stirring in the air
as neither warning nor blessing
David Ades: Extracts from a Liar’s Notebook
If you tell the lie, tell it slant
but with a direct gaze, with utter conviction…
David Adès: One Manifestation of Compassion
I did the only humane thing left
David Ades: The Storm’s Dark Edge
There is nothing to be seen in the sky: white, an unpainted canvas, it keeps its secrets to itself. Notice, though, the wind’s fierceness, the waves already crashing … Continue reading
David Ades: Fairy Tale
Once there was a room, a house. Once there was a family, all threaded lives, there were books and learning, photographs, happy memories. Once there was a path, a … Continue reading
David Ades: Bacha Posh
I am daughter of parents who needed a son, who needed someone to go out into the world, to work and support, to be a man. I was a … Continue reading
David Ades: Contagion
Insidious it swept up in its camouflage of white noise one strident proclaiming step at a time its knee-jerk shoot-from-the-hip scatter-gun playing loose with facts short-attention-span sprays provoking … Continue reading
David Ades: In Response to the Accusation that I am Part of a Vast Jewish Conspiracy to Control the World
If I could stop wrestling with entropy long enough to consider this notion raised over and over the years like a scaffold, like a hangman’s noose and dangled … Continue reading
