Djelloul Marbrook: The Body Language of Poetry

Stunning insights on the art of poetic delivery.

Vox Populi

Don’t gesticulate with your hands or make faces when speaking, the teachers at my British boarding school told me. It’s vulgar. I’m sure that this enjoinder at such an impressionable age imbued my poems with reticence and austerity.

But poetry has a body language. The poet’s way of breathing supplies oxygen to the body and to the poem. The poet’s way of walking and talking is inherent in the poem. I knew a poet who walked like the prow of a ship cutting through waves, the bone in its teeth, as sailors say, and that how her poems walked and talked.

The body language of a poem is also shaped by the script used in its writing. If it was first written by hand the poet’s hand, the stops and starts, the way I’s are dotted and t’s crossed, lives in the poem. If the poem was first typed, the…

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We Woke Alone

 

Source: MorgueFile

Source: MorgueFile

Written for a friend in need.

“I awoke, only to see the rest of the World was still asleep” – Leonardo Da Vinci

We are, all of us here, remnants of a torn and broken society, a society of souls, related by nature, torn by the cruel hands of fortune. We are here, all of us, silenced hissings of minds in a larger world.

With sitting by this dearest friend, I write today, and think of all the minds of men that pass, lose themselves and leave, with only few preserved.

We woke alone, we truly woke alone to the greater consciousness of the world, and saw the men around us fall in comparison, as we rose and left them in their slumber. And loneliness, when two hearts it tears is not alone, and joins in it two somber souls, to cure itself, unveil the light in the eyes of another.

We woke to a world of men worn with habit, who’ve taken the world and all human sentiment for granted, when we, the crying infants see injustice like a murder before the eyes of a child.

My LIYLS Farewell Speech

The following was the speech I gave on behalf of the Lebanese Delegation at the end of the Loundoun International Youth Leadership Summit (during the farewell dinner).
I cannot be more thankful for all the friends I have met through this summit, they are the people I think of when I feel down, and knowing that such good people exist in the world renews my hope in the cause of humanity.
I will not speak much further however, the speech says it pretty well I believe.

Teachers, Students, Delegates, Global Ambassadors, friends, one for one…

Close your eyes, Imagine a world where men of all cultures and creeds, would meet and interact every single day…
Imagine a world, where man’s many and diverse differences, were seen as a means of progress,
Where young men and women of all races and lands, would unite for a single cause…
Imagine… Imagine a world where men would live together, side by side, in each other’s very homes, united and strong…

In a word, what we have witnessed in this brief stretch of the canvas of time, is a rainbow of colors, a harmonious reform, and perhaps the greatest manifestation of Utopia.

I am today, a truly universal citizen, with friends that span the globe. I have learned and experienced different cultures, peoples, and ways of life…

I have made lifelong friends and experienced life-changing phenomena…

Whether it was waking up to students lazily heading to school, being greeted by people’s humble smiles, having random fun with friends, or going out to a dinner where at least 4 countries were represented, the experience was truly beyond my very dreams…

From heated discussions on the world’s most debated topics, to partying with the guys, I have made ties with not only men, but citizens of a global society, whose causes are too great to be restricted to a single geographic location…

As I say goodbye to all the friends I have made, it’s sad to imagine that we may never meet again…

But I say to you, as you leave Dominion’s lively hallways, carry me with you, as I will too, and make of me a cherished memory, that you may one day look at me as part of your own history, that which you may one day present before the cause of humanity.

Thank you.

At first I thought my speech was too formal and emotional for the occasion especially compared to those presented by other delegations which expressed more of the light-hearted humor and inside jokes among the summit people, which were admittedly the funniest thing ever, (If Henning from Germany is reading this, I am still desperate for the Germany speech!) but after seeing so many passionate, emotional faces after delivering my speech, I knew I had somehow reached into the depth of all who were truly as passionate as I was about the experience. (Laura!)

I would like to thank every single person that participated in the summit and here goes:
“Thank you for altering my life and allowing me to know you and understand your view on the world. My heart is rich in your memory.”

The men of tomorrow will look back at us with a smile of gratitude.