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Pray for Damascus!

05 Sunday May 2013

Posted by Tea-mahm in Damascus, Syria, Travel, Uncategorized, Updates

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cuneiform tablet

From Syrian Poet exiled in France – Adonis:
                                       Trans. From Arabic: Bassam Frangieh
Tomorrow when my country sings
With love flowing from me,
I erase the blackness with my face
And become a nation for every nation
So no darkness remains in our land
And no evil remains
Thus, say, I am free
And say, you are free.

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Today I saw a name on my facebook request, someone I’ve thought about from time to time over the last decade. He is in management at the hotel where we stayed in Damascus, the Al-Majed (Spelled this way on the card, Maged on the building…). It will be 10 years this November, that Shabda and I landed in Damascus as part of a peace delegation headed by Elias Amidon and his wife, Rabia.

The fact that Damascus is caught in terrible civil war breaks my heart. Damascus may be the oldest continuously occupied city in the world. World Heritage states it was founded 3400 BCE. In 2003 it felt very safe to walk around there, and I did, often alone, feeling the heady ancient qualities, as if in the protection of a wise elder.

Our hotel was near a very high-end international hotel, and I had a daily routine of buying the International Herald Tribune there then stopping for a bag of fresh greens at the open market on another street. I’d ask the kitchen to lightly boil the greens for me. My friend, who worked at Al-Majed, needs to be mentioned here. When I returned from the north earlier than our peace-group, this man, whom I will call “B,” watched out for me.  One morning he took me to the Al-Assad National Library, when he learned about my interest in writing about Prophet Muhammad’s wives.

Al-Assad National Library Damascus

Al-Assad National Library
Damascus

What a place! Built in the 1980’s this fancy new building houses all kinds of literature connected to the “ancestral cultural lineage,” 9 floors (two underground) and 40000 titles. B talked to the guard and convinced him that even though I was an American, he would vouch for me, that I needed entry, and here was my passport. (That was the era of Syria named as part of “The Axis of Evil” by President Bush.)  I recall the place as vast and new, with a fountain and at least one cuneiform tablet on the wall. Wait. A Cuneiform Tablet just hanging on the wall? The first historical reference in the world was languaged in that writing on a tablet. Here is a good quote: “The tablets give a background into the world in which the Old Testament  grew up.” [Researcher Ted Lewis June 1996, Biblical Archeologist.]

This library containes rare books in many languages and precious manuscripts – the pride of Syria.  There is a map room. (Sadly, I never made it back to see detailed maps of 7th century Arabia…)  After B left me there to pick his child up from school, I looked for someone with English. I asked how to obtain a stack of books on my subject, to sit and look through. She pointed to a long hallway with a fifties-style office of the chief official who approved and issued passes for the reading room. As-salamu ‘alaykum, I said, English?  Wa-lakum as-salam, he replied, Française?  And that was it. Me speaking my terrible un-conjugated French, my dismal Française, begging for a three-day card, as if my literary life depended on it. I think he smiled. I know he signed the card which I have framed and include here. It hangs over my desk.

Al-Assad Library Card with my name on it!

Al-Assad Library Card with my name on it!

I spent the next two hours blissfully reading stories like that of the eclipse that happened right after Muhammad’s son Ishmael died, writing down sequences (they are before me on this pad: s27 614, outline of bio…. S14 809, Khadija, Mother of the Orphans….).  I left as the great library closed its doors early, since it was Ramadan. I remember the chair I sat in, the look of the director’s desk, the cuneiform tablet.  All thanks to B.

The night before I got a call from someone who said he was calling from the American Embassy and they were evacuating Americans from Damascus  — within the hour. He said there would be a helicopter on the roof.  I’d seen that roof.  B, is this you???  Great peals of laughter.  It was – a joke. At that moment I felt at home in Syria –– and I made a friend.  Ten years have passed.

Al-Majed Hotel in the snow, and my friend's son

Al-Majed Hotel in the snow, and my friend’s son

So here is the conversation I had on facebook.

Me: B, is this really you from the Al-Maged in 2003? Good to be in touch.

B. oh yes, Thank God , you talked to me.  The hotel is only for Syrians now fleeing from the war since we are still a bit safe area.

Me: My prayers are for you to be safe! I have such a good memory of the telephone joke you played when I was there. Also how good it was of you to take me to the library!

B. God bless you   Thanks You don’t know our needs of some nice words like this…

Tonight there was a video of an explosion and bombings that were happening in Damascus. One way we can connect with these terrible things in a healthy way is to see the face of a friend living there. To have him or her in our prayers, to walk that tightrope between obsessing rage-fully about injustice and putting the whole thing out of our mind and heart –– because it is too painful. I invite you, my friends and readers to send a prayer to Damascus, to B and his son, his mother, and his wife, to the spirit of protection and PEACE.

Bayan and his mom

 

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(for more on Damascus Peace Journey 2003, see Damascus Journal part I and Damascus Journal part II  here on Completeword.)

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Solomon: One year anniversary

31 Thursday Jan 2013

Posted by Tea-mahm in DJ Solomon Kahn, The Urs of Inayat Khan, Travel, Updates

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taking ashes to the Ganges...

taking Solomon’s ashes to the Ganges!  Follow the purple line…..

The anniversary – one year– that marks the day Solomon died, is here. First, I want to thank all my friends, my close support team, Solomon’s dear friends who call and text me, asking how I am, and sharing their stories and humor; and the communities of good-hearted people who have held our family in their hearts over the last year. Big Thanks for that.  There seems to be much synchronicity and ease around this marker. As the mother of a child who died, the year is full of markers: memorial, birthday, wedding, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Each one a strong reminder of loss, for me and many others. Yesterday we honored him in San Rafael, but with Solomon there is always more.      P1030184.JPG

 As I write this I feel the enthusiasm and adventure so easily associated with Solomon Kahn.

It started with my dear friend Girija. She lost her son Jon just over a year before Solomon’s passing. He was about ten years younger than Solomon.We have met several times over the last six months. Mostly, I don’t care to talk about the loss, but with her – it’s been easy.

She will be in Bangkok on January 31. She told me she plans to  make offerings at a temple there – in Solomon’s name.

Jon Brilliant is smiling and tall -- in the front row. Girija in the bright shirt...

Jon Brilliant is smiling and tall — in the front row. Girija in the bright shirt…

Then she goes on to Delhi, where she will meet up with her close friend Suzanne and they will fly to Benaras (Varanasi, on the Ganges) and release some of Jon’s ashes to commemorate the second anniversary of his death. She offered to do the same with Solomon’s ashes, and will do that on the anniversary of Hazrat Inayat Khan’s passing, known as his URS or “Wedding Night,” when he left the earthly plane: February 5, 1927. <> This makes me fee so happy to know that once again, Solomon is taking someone he never met before (Girija) on an adventure!

Solomons’s ashes and 4 tiny photos – each representing a different visit Solomon made to Mother India – into the sacred waters there.  Here are the 4 photos that will be put in the Ganges…  Thank you Girija.

Me and Shabda at the Taj 1976, 3 months pregnant with Sol.

Me and Shabda at the Taj 1976, 3 months pregnant with Sol.

Sol at a cave in Deradun, India when he was about 8.

Sol at a cave in Deradun, India when he was about 8.

Solomon and JugdishMohen, his drum teacher, by the Ganges when he was 15.

Solomon and Jagdish Mohan, his tabla drum teacher, by the Ganges when he was 15.

Solomon and Scott Kaiser at his wedding in India a few years ago.

Solomon and Scott Kaiser at Scott’s wedding in India a few years ago.

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On the 31st, Nicole plans to visit the Mountain, the place our son proposed to her. We will be in Maui, visiting Ram Das and feeling the beauty of the island on this anniversary of Solomon’s death. By reading this, you are with us. Take a moment to feel the blessing of Solomon is your life. Even if you didn’t know him, like my British friend who says he guides her with phrases like: Live Life fully. Have a good time.…

I’m getting better at it, Dear Solomon. One day at a time! Thank you for all you brought to so many —- and continue to do so, one gift at a time.

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Legos, Legos, the update!

02 Wednesday Jan 2013

Posted by Tea-mahm in Legos, Uncategorized, Updates

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Here is my fourth annual Lego blog!  I’ve assembled some rockin, eye-poppin stats and pix for the Lego fans and would-be Lego fans. I have to start with my zaniest discovery ~10 Google pages of  LEGO HATS – 40 on page 1!  Each one is finger-size and brightly colored. I love that. <http://bricks.argz.com/partcat/Minifig%2C%20Headgear&gt;

Lego science?  Lego as investment? Lego weaponry? Lego Hellfire?  (if you are into the absurd, the colorful, and stunning numbers, you will enjoy this Lego article!) Here we go…….

Literary Lego people, for you –aside from the Merwin piece, to the book, contained in a pop-up book called The Lego Poem; and The Great Order of the Universe: a poem by Christian Bok, I’ve been unable to find good Lego poetry. (They are in an earlier blog: The LEGO and the written word, and on the WEB.) I challenge you to find others!

On a practical note, how DO you make a Lego piece? I mean really. Plastic and?

All of the basic Lego elements start out as plastic granules composed primarily of acrylonitrile butadiene styrene (ABS). A highly automated injection molding

Lego granules

Lego granules

process turns these granules into recognizable bricks. The making of a Lego brick requires very high temperatures and enormous pieces of equipment, so machines, rather than people, handle most of their creation.

When the ABS granules arrive at Lego manufacturing facilities, they’re vacuumed into several storage silos. The average Lego plant has about 14 silos, and each can hold 33 tons of ABS granules. When production begins, the granules travel through tubes to the injection molding machines. The machines use very accurate molds — their precision tolerance is as little as 0.002 millimeters.
The machines melt the granules at temperatures of up to 450 degrees F (232 degrees C), inject the melted ABS into molds and apply between 25 and 150 tons of pressure. After about seven seconds, the new Lego pieces cool and fall onto a conveyor. At the end of the

assembly hall

assembly hall

conveyor, they fall into a bin. When the bin fills, the molding machine signals a robot to pick it up and carry it to an assembly hall. In the Billund factory, eight robots move 600 bins of elements per hour…. 1

 There are about 6.5 billion people on planet Earth, and about 4 billion Lego minifigures.

Are you kidding? That’s not just pieces or “bricks,” that’s 4 billion “guys,” as my kids used to call them.

Here’s a landscape of minifigures in Hell.

Lego Hell

Lego Hell

It is frightening to see the expressions on their little lego faces. Can you imagine opening this set on Christmas day, stacking up the flames… “Look, Mommy! I finished building my IN HELL Lego set!”

Lego GUNS

Lego GUNS

What are toys coming to? OK this page is really troubling to me. How to build Lego GUNS? What do we do with this kind of craziness? It is hard for me to even think about this.

Calm down, it’s just TOYS……. or is it?

Investment opportunity: $$$$   Investing in Lego bricks may sound ludicrous to those who see them just as toys. But savvy investors can get a big score if they know how to IMG_2917buy the toys from stores, hold them and then sell them online later…. I was told One investor has more than 3,000 Lego sets piled high in a climate-controlled storage facility. Most of the sets he bought years ago, with the plan of selling them a year from now for a profit. Doing this again and again generates a tidy 10 percent to 15 percent annual profit, he said. That tops the 10 percent long-term average return of stocks.

Then there are the adults who get to play with Legos for work:

“I meet a lot of really jealous kids who want my job,” says Certified Professional Sean Kenney, a New Yorker who left a technology job at Lehman Brothers in 2002 to build Lego models full time. “Their parents are often really jealous, too.”
 … Grown-ups forked over more than $1,000 for a recent 5,922-piece Lego Taj Mahal
Lego-Taj-Mahal

Lego-Taj-Mahal

and equally big bucks for rare vintage kits. Lego is catering to the booming market with offerings that make youngsters yawn, like bricks in subtle pastel hues and models of Frank Lloyd Wright houses.2

And this Lego Fan who  has crossed some kind of line beyond hobby time…

Jonathan [Eric] Hunter’s passion for Lego building has led him to create cars, a replica of the Quest Software Building in Irvine and golf carts. He vies to become the new kid on the Legoland block Friday in a contest to pick a master model builder. …Hunter estimated he has about 10 Lego models of his creation on hand at any given time. He also has about 15 models from kits, not of his creation. He started buying bulk Legos by the bin. He bought five bins last week of 180-190 pounds of Legos. “I’m just trying to stock up on parts,” Hunter said. “It has to be over a million at least and that’s probably a conservative guess,” he said of his entire collection.
'61 Jaguar XKE by  Jonathan Eric Hunter

’61 Jaguar XKE by Jonathan Eric Hunter

Hunter shares the home with his live-in girlfriend Patricia Spear, 29. Spear owns two pet pigs and two dogs. And if Hunter doesn’t clean up his Legos in the living room, she said the pigs munch on the Legos. “He undoes some of them,” Spear said of Hunter’s Legos. “Mostly it’s all in his room but gradually it’s been taking over the living room.”3
 

 But wait — there is the futuristic teccie-nerd lego product called MINDSTORMS NXT:

The newly-released Lego MINDSTORMS NXT set includes the Mindstorms nxt“intelligent brick,” which contains a microprocessor, as well as three motors, four sensors, programming software and 571 TECHNIC elements. A group of users — the MINDSTORMS User Panel — helped the Lego Group create the new system. On the MINDSTORM NXT: You connect your computer to the brick using either a USB cable or a Bluetooth wireless connection. The wireless connection is very cool. The brick can link with a computer, with other bricks or even with Bluetooth phones or PDAs.
The kit comes with three motors. …The kit also comes with four sensors: a touch sensor, a light sensor, a sound sensor and an ultrasonic range finder. The touch and light sensor are bigger than, but otherwise similar to, their RIS 2.0 equivalents.4  
Lab crane, scientific instrument Lego

Lab crane, scientific instrument Lego

Using a Lego Mindstorms NXT kit, Daniel Strange, 25, built and programmed a crane that moves in a set path, raising and lowering the sample between beakers containing solutions. The lab now has two of them working round the clock. “They’re a bit wobbly but they do the job precisely,” Strange says. The kit retails for around £300; a similar scientific instrument would cost thousands. “We use the kits for a bunch of projects. It’s a very flexible platform.”5

I will end with A tribute to Chanel’s clutch – Lego Fashion, Lego fine jewelry, Legos of famous people, Lego animals, butterflies, lego food, my granddaughter Oona,   and her Duplo house (junior legos), Nephew Jaden, and some lego guys talking story.

OOOO! Chanel Lego clutch

OOOO! Chanel Lego clutch

Jacqueline Sanchez ~ Forever Young jewelry

Jacqueline Sanchez ~ Forever Young jewelry

1″Making Lego Bricks” by Tracy V. Wilson http://entertainment.howstuffworks.com

2 Wall Street Journal 11/17/11 Daniel Michael.s

3  Article: “Anything But Child’s Play” by Jessica Peralta for California Sun Post News.

4  Mactech Journal vol.23, Issue 04 article by Rich Warren.

5  Photo and quotes from Wired Magazine July, 2012 article by Daniel Cossins.

bronx zoo tiger

bronx zoo tiger

The famous Afgan Girl from the cover of National Geo...

The famous Afgan Girl from the cover of National Geo…

after MC Escher

after MC Escher

Oona and her Duplo house (junior Legos)

Oona and her Duplo house (junior Legos)

Jaden and his Lego piece

Jaden and his Lego piece

That's all!

That’s all!

Untold and Madonna at the concert in NYC

16 Friday Nov 2012

Posted by Tea-mahm in Announcements, Events, Kay Turner (folklore), Madonna, Poetry, Untold, Updates

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“I went down to Rockaway Beach yesterday with my children and we saw what was going on there, we saw the destruction,” she said. “It was really sad but we also saw amazing acts of humanity. People sharing with other people, people working hard, cleaning houses, handing out food, blankets giving love and a hug.” Madonna

This October 8 I gave a reading in Tribeca, NYC. A new friend, Ishwari, bought my book and gave it to the director of Brooklyn Art Council, Dr. Kay Turner. I looked her up. Dr. Turner  loves Folklore as “the oral basis of culture, bringing the past into the present…,” she mentioned in an interview conducted by Diana Taylor for HIPP, NY.

Here’s where I pick up the thread. Kay thanked Ishwari with an email that said this:

“I am devouring Untold. I love it! Thank you!!! You will appreciate that I took it with me to Madonna’s concert on Monday night. To read about the Wives while I waited for Her!!   Ha!  Xok”

Best book review I’ve gotten. Thank you Kay!    Pop Royalty and the royalty of the 7th Century – together – at Madison Square Garden…. oh, yes.  It makes me smile.

And this on the concert: from reviewer Cory Midgarden:  [November 13th for MTV online News]:  NEW YORK — “Madonna fans were in for a treat Monday night when the Material Girl packed Madison Square Garden for her MDNA Tour. While concertgoers waited for more than an hour between her set and her opening act …. it all proved to be worth the delay once the original Queen of Pop took the stage.

The 54-year-old confirmed the title was still hers as she opened the night wearing a black skintight ensemble that was hard to imagine Britney, Beyoncé or Gaga pulling off in 25 years’ time. But it was not just her flawless appearance that garnered ear-piercing screams throughout MSG. As Madonna worked the crowd with her single “Girl Gone Wild,” it was clear to everyone in attendance that they were in the presence of pop royalty…. The mood changed dramatically before her performance of “Masterpiece,” however, where Madonna expressed her condolences for those affected by Superstorm Sandy.”

Please! May we all continue to send prayers and help to those who are still suffering from this terrible storm. <>

SOLOMON’s MEMORIAL

02 Monday Apr 2012

Posted by Tea-mahm in DJ Solomon Kahn, Updates

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Sunday, April 1, we gathered to celebrate Solomon’s life and wish him God-Speed into his new adventures beyond this physical life. So many friends and family filled Angelico Hall, at Dominican in San Rafael. Here I offer my speech, and will post a gorgeous musical tribute by the two Terrys – Terry Riley on piano, and Solomon’s Terry-Dad, Terry Haggerty on guitar. These two musical masters had never played together before this tribute to Solomon.

It is good to be here with all of you, here to celebrate Solomon.

When Shabda and I were in our late twenties we met Joe and Guin Miller. These amazing elders were real Godparents. They led a walk in Golden Gate Park every week. On holidays there were sometimes more than a hundred people walking from the Hall of Flowers to the ocean. I used to meet with Guin and a group of young women she invited to her apartment above the Theosophical Lodge in SF – some of you have been there – and she would play the piano for us, then we would talk and eat cake. Once I got up the courage to ask her about how it really was for her to have lost her son in the war. Her boy and Shabda had the same birthday. She was quiet for a minute, then said, He’s still with me. She was smiling. I didn’t get it. I thought she was hiding some terrible grief. Now I understand.

When Solomon was just a week old, Joe Miller gave me a large ring for him. When he was grown, I tried giving it to him several times but he said – You keep it, Mom. (He didn’t wear rings). That ring was set with a Mariam Stone, from the formation of the Himalayas, an alchemist’s stone which allows the wearer to “keep cool under pressure and allows him to transform grave, even hopeless situations into creative and positive ones!” I wear it now.

When Solomon turned eleven, and my Uncle Willy, Senator Bill Proxmire had served in the Senate for 29 years, Shabda, Solomon, and I went to Washington DC for a visit. Imagine this: Solomon and his father sitting in the Senate dining room each dressed in suit and tie. The great liberal Teddy Kennedy stopped by the table. So did extremely conservative Jessie Helms, who nodded to us and turned to Solomon – who somehow managed to really look like a small-sized politician – and said, “Well, you look like a fine young man,” then reached out and shook Solomon’s hand. Solomon had the uncanny ability to be at the energetic pitch, and fit in wherever he found himself. After he left, my uncle leaned toward his great nephew and said: “He’s one of the bad guys!”

What a lucky mother I am to be invited to Burningman with both Ammon and Solomon 5 times! In 2003, Ean Golden took me and my good friend Wendy Carlisle in the open top bus where he DJ’d the night-time cruise. Way out on the playa stood a gigantic Steel frame that held five rectangular rock slabs – each supporting ten or more people – that swung gently from chains. That evening a sizable crowd filled the space below. As our bus slowly approached that lit-up scene we heard the beats, tum tum tum, tum, then the sound of Solomon’s music over an enormous speaker system grew louder. There he was, at the turntable, spinning in the portable playa DJ studio, making people happy. What a party! How many moms get to do that?

In 2004, while traveling and working in Europe, his curiosity lead him to search for the Jewish Cemetery near Cologne, Germany. Finding it locked, he leapt the fence, found and photographed the tombstone of his namesake Solomon Solomon, his great-great grandfather; the beloved patriarch of a family that no longer existed in Germany.

He took me to see the film Scratch, when it first came out. He explained about the DJ genre and the legendary Philippine scratch-masters. So when he gave me a photo of himself with Mix-Master Mike at the Warriors game, I framed it and put it on the wall. A few months later we had our house painted, and a surly painter stopped in his tracks and asked me, who is the guy with Mix-Master Mike? That’s my son, I told him. I wish you’d seen his face! He was really nice to me for the rest of the job.

One afternoon, when Shabda was traveling, Solomon called and asked if he and Nicole could pick me up and take me to GunBun Winery then out to dinner in Sonoma. That wine-country estate goes back to 1858! Solomon introduced me to the owner, who seemed to be really glad to see my son. What an afternoon! The ride through the wine country with Solomon and Nicole in his then white Audi, with new mixes he wanted to share, followed by dinner at The Girl and the Fig on the Square. Much laughter and fun ––even with his mom. That was Solomon.

Then there was Las Vegas. He got me compt’d a pool-side room in the Hard Rock Hotel, where he and Chris Clouse played a dinner set on Tursdays. At 1AM he was to play the Taboo Room in the MGM Grande. I had my friend Palden with me and we took a cab. The lobby is enormous. There was a pounding beat, and a long line to get in. I addressed the bored looking Hollywood-type who held a clip board at the door. I’m DJ Solomon’s Mom! I shouted. He looked at me deadpan, took in the dreads, my age, my clothing. Then he said: Well, that’s a first! And stamped my hand and hers. We went in and waited for Solomon. Soon, I saw him. He arrived and connected his computer to the sound system and began, no introduction, and no more than 6 seconds between the exiting DJ’s last tune and his first––– all without slowing down the momentum – I understood. DJ Solomon would be just fine doing what he did. He was a consummate professional, a star.

When Solomon cruised, he often took me with him, now it’s my turn to take him along. I recently wrote down these words:

Take me with you, Mom, into your life, and what you do. Let me bring the balance and glide of boarding into the continual challenge of your everyday life. And please keep loving Nicole…..        Thank you.  <>  <>  <>

New post of Youtube Shabda, Tamam and Chris Clouse at the memorial: <http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvdSk-PKNs0&gt;

Nicole’s speech came next. Here are some excerpts: Solomon did not want to leave us grieving too long — let’s respect him that way.

Let’s let Solomon continue to be a source of happiness, energy, love and compassion.

Let’s continue to be enriched by his life, not diminished by his passing… Let’s try to make Solomon’s way of being our way of being…

Nicole's beautiful speech at the memorial....

Santa Cruz Poetry Reading

04 Sunday Dec 2011

Posted by Tea-mahm in A History of the Wives of Prophet Muhammad, Announcements, Morocco, Poetry, Untold, Updates

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This Thursday evening I’ll talk about poetry and read the new material I’ve been writing.. Over the last year I’ve spoken frequently to promote my book, Untold, which is going into its second Christmas season. I just sent one book to Western Australia, one to Reading, England, and two to Rabat, Morocco, and I still love to talk about the stories and read poems about the first women of Islam.

Here’s a new poem about Fatima, the famous daughter of Prophet Muhammad. I’ve taken a description which comes from a hadith [canonized conversations by Muhammad and his inner circle].

“Fatima would glow. Her (other) name, Zahra, means radiant. Three times each day she shone: on those in morning prayer and on the people in their beds. Their Medina walls turned white. They asked the Prophet why, and he sent them to Fatima’s house where she prayed. The light radiated out from her. The light of her face shone on the people of the heavens and the people of earth…  When she lined up for noon prayer her face shone yellow and all those in the line shared that glow. At sunset, her face took on a reddish color, entered the rooms and the walls glowed pinkish red. The light did not leave her face until Husayn (her youngest son) was born.” Fatima, Daughter of Muhammad, Christopher P. Clohessy, Gorgias Press, 2009.

 Shine, a sonnet
         ~After Robert Frost’s The Silken Tent
 
The shining happened every day, in tent
And hut, in every room. It seemed the breeze
would linger there, as Zahra’s glow relent-
lessly lit up those praying, those at ease.
That light reached sky and earth just like a pole
star, glowing here and gleaming heavenward.
Her face. At dawn so white, it bleached the soul
of doubt. By noon-prayer yellow plucked a cord
of joy. As if the women there were bound
in Zahra’s golden ties of love and thought.
And when the swallows flew as sun’s round
ball turned red and sank below the taut                                   
line of the earth, red stayed in land and air;
Zahra’s face shone conscious and aware.
 

Robert Frost’s poetry t is entwined with this poem. Look at the last words, all 14 of them. If you get a good last word, it helps with the process of a sonnet and in this case each end-word is found in Frost’s famous and beautiful Silken Tent. There may be a term for that kind of poetic borrowing. I don’t know. But writing inside Frost like that felt like moving down a playground slide. It’s a gratifying exercise.

The other poetry I’ve been working with is Blank Verse. I talk about it in my last review G. Schnackenberg’s Heavenly Questions. You can read  my new  poem in iambic pentameter, Bequest, at the on-line Literary Journal, Scythe:  Fall, 2011 –Tamam Kahn <http://scytheliteraryjournal.com/&gt;

I’ve moved the reviews I’ve been writing to a tab at the top of this site called, “REVIEWS.”  I hope you will visit the authors I am sharing there. <>

UNTOLD: Author Interview

13 Friday Aug 2010

Posted by Tea-mahm in A History of the Wives of Prophet Muhammad, bookstores, Marrakech, Morocco, Poetry, Sufi, Untold, Updates

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Recent news about UNTOLD:

~ UNTOLD won an International Book Award for 2011.

~ UNTOLD was translated into Indonesian and may be in bookstores there as “Untold Stories,” Kaysa Publishers, and is being considered by Garnet Press, UK.

Monkfish Publishing House interviews Tamam Kahn (2010 interview):

Q: What prompted you to write about the wives of Muhammad?

Tamam Kahn: As I traveled in North Africa and the Middle East, I felt authority and earthy power from the women who recited sacred words and sang poetry about Muhammad and his family. I wanted to discover if Muhammad’s wives had that same fierce, elegant energy. I began to read about them. I found that – according to traditional history – they did.

Q: Why do you feel this information is valuable or necessary at this time? What does it have to teach us?

Tamam Kahn: This book is meant to balance History and Her-story.  My wish is that the women in these pages may emerge as vivid individuals vocalizing the first years of what came to be Islam; that they will replace the stiff and submissive stereotypes the media often displays. In this book, we see that Muhammad was married to women born into Jewish, Christian and pagan faiths. “Untold” may inspire us to be curious and keep a flexible attitude, and if we do, we may discover all people have the same hopes, dreams, fears, and disappointments.

Q: Do you consider yourself a Muslim?

Tamam Kahn: I would call myself a spiritual seeker who regards Islam as the path of peaceful surrender to the One. For me, a Muslim is a person who walks that path. This was the “Islam” embraced by the women I write about. I am a follower of the Message of Divine Unity as exemplified by the great Sufis such as Rumi, Hafiz, and Rabi‘a of Basra. They carry a sacred outlook not limited to the form, the time, or the place.

Q: How have Muslims responded to your research and publication?

Tamam Kahn: A California Muslim woman hosting a local radio show wrote me that Untold brought these women to life in a way that no standard biography did. Through the poetry, she now imagined them as real flesh and blood women who were courageous, jealous, and fierce – in a very human way. For those who question my right to write about the Prophet’s wives, I would say I have great respect for each woman and admiration for the life they shared. That respect has opened doors that made this book possible.

Q: Does your book have a message for Muslims?

Tamam Kahn: As-salaam ‘alaykum. This book greets you on the path of peace. Come and enjoy the stories of your Prophet and his family.

Q: Does your book have significance for non-Muslims?

Tamam Kahn: This book is about a forgotten piece of history that needs to be brought out and honored. But for me it is not about Muslim and non-Muslim. It’s about our human family and the strength of women. This book may bring ease to a mother whose children attend school with Muslim children, the shopper served by a grocery checker in a scarf, the office worker whose boss has a Muslim name. CNN tells us that nearly one in four people in the world today is a Muslim, although Fox Network said it was one in five.

Q: How has the process of researching, writing, and publishing Untold changed your life?

Tamam Kahn: I’ve spent my life changing my life, so this is just another chapter.  There is a big difference between holding a manuscript and reading from your own book. This book seems to have “a life of its own.” I feel like I’m just tagging along. The directive that these women need to be known is an important one. From the opening poem: “I am here with a message: conversation with these women will never end.”

Q: Can you tell us about the research for Untold?

Tamam Kahn: I was hooked as soon as I began to read contemporary authors, Karen Armstrong and Martin Lings. From there I went to the oldest sources such as Ibn Ishaq. I traveled to Syria and received my own library card from the Al-Azar National Library in Damascus. When I’d researched and written a few chapters, I met with Islamic Scholar Arthur Buehler back in America, and he was moved by what I was doing and offered to help, not only by correcting the Arabic, but also suggesting early scholarly material that was respected in the genre of what is called “the hadith literature.” In that way I had the advantage of an academic checkpoint.

Q: Talk about the form you use in this book – narrative prose interspersed with poetry.

Tamam Kahn: At one point I had seventy poems and notebooks of research on the wives and daughters of Prophet Muhammad. I thought I’d find someone to write the back-story. I asked the wonderful master writer and Poet Laureate of North Carolina, Fred Chappell, what he would do if he were in my place. He suggested a “prosimetrum.” No one I knew was familiar with that term. It was used by Boethius in the fifth century – in his Latin Consolation of Philosophy. Boethius placed poems – each like a tiny well – in the prose narrative thread. The Consolation influenced Western Medieval thought, Dante and Chaucer. The form is generally not in use today, but it served my purpose beautifully!

Q: Who should read this book?

Tamam Kahn: This book is for anyone who wants to transcend stereotypes about Islam. Untold paints this early history with a bold, broad stroke, including Prophet Muhammad’s close and colorful contact with Pagan, Jewish, and Christian women who became his wives. Like Reading Lolita in Tehran, Untold depicts Muslim women in a new light, with focus on their intelligence and creative outlook. Book clubs will find this is an optimistic book that empowers women –– the ones who are in it and the ones reading from it! After studying Untold in an Islamic Studies class, one student was inspired to write a term paper about the first wife, Khadija. I leave a trail of research markers, so the book can be enjoyed as simple biography or questioned and investigated further. Untold is for people who discover that they want to know –– who are these women?

For more information or to arrange an interview with Tamam Kahn, please contact: <tamam@completeword.com> 


Bookstores and Radio Interview

04 Wednesday Aug 2010

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The month of August is here. That means UNTOLD, the new paperback publication from Monkfish Books, is on its way to bookstores. Publisher’s Weekly releases a good review on Monday August 9. From the review: The unorthodox devise [the prosimetrum – narrative with poems] becomes, as only poetry can, an illustrative window into early Islam and everyday Arabian life 1,400 years ago. Kahn points out that many of Muhammad’s reforms were unique for their time and benefited women…

Caroline Casey will interview me on KPFA radio August 19 at 2 pm. I begin what my publisher calls, “the Bookstore Tour.” It would be wonderful to see familiar faces and meet my friends from cyberspace.

Book Passage in Corte Madera starts things off on Sunday, August 22 at 4pm.

Copperfields in Sebastapol is hosting me Tuesday, September 9 at 7pm.

Later on, October brings an evening at Books Inc. on Fourth Street in Berkeley on Tuesday, 7pm October 19; and Fields Bookstore on Polk Street in San Francisco 8pm on October 21. I’ll be in Seattle September 16-21, Denver on October 28, and North Carolina in November (see tab above that says: BOOKSTORE TOUR): New York and Portland in the spring. Info on those bookstores will follow. Thank you for your good will and hope to see you in book-book land.

Thanks for bearing with the blog billboard. I’ll return to articles of interest soon. ~

Caroline Casey’s Trickster Training Tea Party

21 Monday Jun 2010

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...on the way to Point Reyes Station, Sunday afternoon

Today I got a computer message from Caroline Casey, my favorite visionary activist, inviting me to her Trickster Training Tea Party at the Dance Palace in Point Reyes Station. She writes in her invitation (white on purple):

Calling all Compassionate Tricksters 
to convene in pre-Solstice back-stage Council at this cataclysmic time, to be guided by the sky story of now, that our grief may fuel our deeper dedication to a culture of reverent

Caroline Casey

ingenuity.
 The word “culture” primarily means what we grow or cultivate in the soil and, by analogy—in our souls.
 So—let all natural facts be social strategy metaphors. Let’s slow down to speed up. The more we slow water down,
 the faster it infiltrates. We gather in just that manner. So bring natural facts, and we will tease them into trickster strategy….

She shared the afternoon with David L Grimes who describes himself as Alaskan bard, musician, songwriter, storyteller, mariner, environmental activist, wilderness guide, former commercial fisherman and wandering fool. “I have howled with wolves, run from bears and co-habitated with killer whales…” You get the picture – a “Mr. Natural” trickster. David had experienced the Exon oil spill firsthand and had calming wisdom to share concerning the terrible BP disaster which it seems all of us carry these nearly 60 days, oily blotches of sorrow. He mentions that the Exon spill stopped deforestation of parts of Alaska by the timber agency, by means of Exon’s clean-up funds. He sang us a beautiful ancient-sounding ballad. He told us  to look from the earth’s perspective with long vision.

Caroline spoke. Ah, the s-l-o-w water. The slower it goes, the cleaner it gets before it reaches the ocean. We need to borrow from the intelligence of nature and slow down our lives… find a sacred cow and milk it. Let Bagwans be Bagwans.

Solstice. All solstices have traditionally been weddings, Ms. Casey tells us. This one concerns “…all that has been falsely estranged coming back together” for healing and uniting, environmentally, politically, and in ourselves as well.  [This paraphrasing from my notes is so stiff, compared to the stunningly brilliant, fluid and funny words that Caroline speaks, how she names our cultural angst, then brings in the positive, or has someone sing a song to get us away from thought, into our positive feeling places.] The audience just looks lit up, and that’s fun because when you listen to her on the car radio on the Thursday Afternoon Visionary Activist show you can’t see the faces of the other people listening. Yes, the radio show! I was there because she wrote me that she wants me to do a show with her on my book, Untold, and talk about the Prophet’s wives. We decided that August before my Bay Area Bookstore readings would be best. Stay tuned. I drove awaythinking about this: “Suck the G out of “kingdom” and blow it back out, what have you got? KIN-DOM. That’s what we want… We are all kin.

As I drove through upper Nicasio I did a bold thing. Caroline had awakened the anything-is-possible state of mind. I drove up the Nicasio driveway where I lived in a tent in 1968 in Bob and Diane Emory’s yard, just up from Lucas Valley road in the redwoods. I snapped a picture of the place where my tent was, felt that place on the earth where, years ago

tent spot, 1968

I had lived. Felt it. Then carefully turned around at the top of the steep dirt road and drove down, remembering driving down the driveway on those nights where the destination was the Avalon Ballroom, or Winterland, or the Fillmore. I heard that music all the way home.

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The Abode, Omega, and Monkfish Books

03 Thursday Jun 2010

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The Ram Dass Library at Omega Institute

First we sat on the runway as the storm broke around us, closing Dulles Airport for an hour. Finally, around 10:30 pm, we rose into cumulous towers, as lightning lit every window. Soon we viewed the storm along side the right wing – a lightshow inside a gargantuan cloud, it’s black edges swollen with rain. For a good ten minutes we flew next to this vision. The full moon rode the wing.        The next morning I opened an E-mail sent on our travel day:

…the evolutionary reset begins today 9:44 pm (East Coast time), illuminated and amplified by the Full Moon. Uranus, (lightning bolt of awakening), is activating a new evolutionary cycle as it completes its 84 year journey from Aries through Pisces- and begins again, at this moment. Big celestial event…. Uranus into Aries: spontaneous innovation, unprecedented originality, adventurous experimentation!

Shabda on the road up the mountain behind The Abode of the Message

Seven Pillars:  We traveled to Albany, New York on that energy, then drove to New Lebanon and arrived around 2:00 AM. We had come to participate in a Guiding Voices Conference of The Seven Pillars House of Wisdom. I kept turning over in my thoughts what wisdom might be. I felt it as rooted to the feminine and nature.

http://www.sevenpillarshouse.org  <> Seven Pillars exists to support the advancement of wisdom in the global culture.  By wisdom is meant knowledge that is rooted in the experience of the heart.  This is knowledge that recognizes the universe as the living expression of a sacred unity…

I took pages of notes on the two days of meetings, but I have misplaced them. Here are some highlights: Shabda and I hiked up the mountain behind the Abode, which is in the Berkshires near the Massachusetts border. We went to the place Pir Vilayat used for retreat when he was alive – The Pod. The woods were beautiful and full of delicious sounding streams and songbirds.

Here are some highlights from the conference: I connected with Paul Devereux’s talk on cosmology, and the notion of one’s place in the physical world. Dot and surrounding.

Conference of the Guiding Voices

I read from Untold, participated in a high energy evening of dance and Zikr, lead by Shabda; engaged in moments of personal sharing with members of the group; and finally was ceremonially handed a pomegranate by Janet Piedilato.

<>  Omega Institute. We met our old friend, Stephan and his lovely wife, Annette, had lunch and a golf cart tour of Omega Institute on Memorial Day.

The award-winningOmega Center for Sustainable Living

That evening I gave a reading from Untold at the Ram Dass Library at Omega with my Publisher, Publicist, and book designer present! I met Elizabeth Cunningham, Monkfish author of The Passion of Mary Magdalen.

Paul Cohen and Shabda at Monkfish

<> Monkfish Books! I met my publisher! We stayed next door to the Monkfish Books headquarters, on a beautiful property in Rhinebeck. A good time with excellent food and company!

Georgia's office at Monkfish Books

<> Our friend Wen drove us from the Abode to Rhinebeck then to the airport on Tuesday. We stopped at Sarah Lawrence College in Bronxville, New York, and delivered Untold to the Dean of the College. I had not been there since I graduated years ago.

Tamam and Sarah Lawrence in Westlands

Through the window next to this painting I could see the New Dorms where I lived freshman year, and on the other side, the dorm at the library… where I shared  a suite of rooms with Karen Magid, next door to Bessie Huang and Nancy Houseman… where Tibor used to call up to me from the road, when he arrived on his Norton motorcycle.   In the place where I am standing in the photo below, I walked in my cap and gown decades ago…

Here I received my college diploma

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  • Book: Physicians of the Heart the 99 Names of God – amazing book
  • Fred Chappell: short review
  • Gulf Coast Poems Poets for Living Waters
  • How a Poem Happens
  • Jamaica Osorio's website
  • Mari L'Esperance, poetry
  • Mark Doty, amazing poet read and listen to this poet
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  • PoemShape Formalist Poetry
  • Poetry Out Loud! supporting the next generation!
  • Seven Pillars Book Review by Tamam Mother of The Believers by Kamran Pasha
  • Seven Pillars, POETRY poetry on Pir Zia’s blog/7 Pillars
  • Sufi Ruhaniat International Ruhaniat web site!
  • The Accidental Theologist Lesley Hazelton – a favorite writer and author…
  • The Sound Journal Tamam edits this Journal: NEW!
  • very like a whale good poetry reviews
  • West Marin radio show Sufism: The Heart of Islam, with Wendy McLaughlin

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