Egyptian-American poet and writer Yahia Lababidi is in love with words.
That sounds like a trite thing to say—shouldn’t most poets be in love with words?—but in the case of his Balancing Acts: New and Selected Poems 1993-2015, one is struck by poem after poem of a love for language and for words. Whether he’s writing of the Arab Spring of 2012, a meditation on a mountain, about poet Sylvia Plath, or rejections, his poems exhibit a conscious sense of a love for words.
Lababidi has enjoyed a broad range of literary works. In 2007, he published a book of aphorisms, Signposts to Elsewhere. He has published two previous collections of poetry, Fever Dreams (2011) and Barely There: Short Poems (2013). Also in 2013, he published a collection of essays with the fascinating title of Trial by Ink: From Nietzsche to Belly Dancing. A series of conversations in 2012 with his friend Alex Stern resulted in their collection as a book, The Artist as Mystic: Conversations with Yahia Lababidi.
And then there are these poems, some new and some taken from the two previously published collections. Lababidi’s range of subjects is broad, but he applies the same love of words—in many of them, an almost lush love of words—in poem after poem.
Dawning
There are hours when every thing creaks
when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs
and closets crack their backs, incautiously
Fed up with the polite fantasy
of having to stay in one place
and stick to their stations
Humans too, at work, or in love
know such aches and growing pains
when inner furnishings defiantly shift
As decisively, and imperceptibly, as a continent
some thing will stretch, croak or come undone
so that everything else must be reconsidered
One restless dawn, unable to suppress the itch
of wanderlust, with a heavy door left ajar
semi-deliberately, and a new light teasing in
Some piece of immobility will finally quit
suddenly nimble on wooden limbs
as fast as a horse, fleeing the stable.
Yahia Lababidi
In this poem, he’s writing of that familiar moment of “mind shift, ” when something happens or something triggers a change in perception and understanding. The shift is so profound that everything must be reconsidered. It can start with something as mundane as a chair or table creaking, as if to express some furniture-like rebellion at having always to be what it’s assigned to be. And that the creakings and shifts happen “incautiously” is an added bonus to the sense of the poem.
Yababidi’s poems and writing have been featured in several anthologies and published in such literary journals as Poetry, The Literary Review, The Prague Review, Tikkun, and many others. He’s received a number of prizes and recognitions for his work, including two nominations for a Pushcart Prize. And his poems have been translated into several languages.
Balancing Acts is more than a fine collection of poetry; it is an ode to language, an essay on loving words, and an enthusiastic celebration of poetry.
Related:
Lababidi reads his poems at the San Francisco International Poetry Festival.
The poet discusses The Artist as Mystic (YouTube).
Lababidi’s readings of some of his own poems and poems by other poets, via Soundcloud.
Photo by Nick Thompson, Creative Commons, via Flickr. Post by Glynn Young, author of the novels Dancing Priest and A Light Shining, and Poetry at Work.
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Maureen says
I have the privilege of calling Yahia my friend. He’s a wonderful poet and a marvelous human being.
Bethany R. says
Maureen, what a gift indeed to be friends with him.
I’ve read this poem several times and I love it. I’m struck by both the charming personification in phrases like, “closets crack their backs, incautiously” and the seriousness of the ideas of awakening and freedom, such as found in the next line: “Fed up with the polite fantasy[.]”
Thank you for this post, Glynn Young.
Glynn says
Bethany – thanks for the comment. And all of his poems are like that.
Glynn says
Maureen – that comes through in his poetry.
Yahia Lababidi says
Many thanks, dear Maureen, Bethany and Glynn for your humbling support and close reading.
Books come to life in the warm hands of sympathetic readers.
I’m grateful for your generous attentions,
Yahia
Bethany says
It’s a pleasure, Yahia. Thank you for your words and for touching base here with the Tweetspeak Poetry community.