“Two thousand Sufi poets assembled in Baghdad last night Bullets, rockets and granades flying Allah heard only their wine voices Bursting in a fireball straight to Paradise Bombs and explosives Illuminated the shame for an instant Before sinking suddenly to… — Gabriel Rosenstock Copy Share Image
“Tá an ghealach ina luí ar a droim Glan ar meisce Coimeádann sí na héin ina ndúiseacht I dteanga iasachta atá a ngiob geab Sníonn abhainn airgeadúil in aghaidh na fána, Iompraíonn scáil na sceiche gile léi, Taoi amuigh ag siúl, ní foláir, cosnochta The moon lies on her back Mad drunk Keeping the birds awake They chat in a… — Gabriel Rosenstock Copy Share
“if people ask for directions I point to the gibbous moon when asked how I am I smile the cusp of an eclipse” — Gabriel Rosenstock Copy Share Image
“Dar Óma I was a beggar You threw me a smile I ran off delirious into the distance later, tired hungry I sat down… — Gabriel Rosenstock Copy Share Image
“all my past spread out laid bare I trample on it what else to do” — Gabriel Rosenstock Copy Share Image
“Two thousand Sufi poets assembled in Baghdad last night Bullets, rockets and granades flying Allah heard only their wine voices Bursting in a fireball… — Gabriel Rosenstock Copy Share Image
