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Murray’s Problem

Gayle Reaves, Editor UNT Press ePub
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Ipanema · Poetry

IU Press Journals Indiana University Press ePub

after Catarina Paraguaçu (d. 1586)

All birth begins with names The owner of one name conducts electricity with the owner of another name A new name is born like stentorian stanza Bred from the borrowed tongue of its speakers

You bear the name ‘dangerous waters’ for what the Tupinambá called their coast before Dom João fled Bonaparte and issued lexicon by royal decree

A tiny wave born under the sun’s aegis Struggling in these depths The two of you You and your name

I remember my uncle painting blue and yellow geometries on the kashi (If I am not a Muslim then why does a Muslim face stare back at me from the turquoise sheen of these tiles?)

Je ne suis pas musulmane (Turquoise, noun, from feminine turqueise, ‘brought to western Europe through Turkey’)

You are the isthmus of Prospero (‘Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails’) The isthmus of Iansã for whom the women in white bathe church steps The isthmus of Gaza whose gate lies as an awning above your head and a grave beneath your feet

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Luminous City, Luminous Gallery

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Kimbembele Ihunga. Installation shot from Luminós/C/ity.Ordinary Joy exhibition at the Cooper Gallery, Fall 2014. Bodys Isek Kingelez, 1994. Paper, cardboard, polystyrene, mixed media. Photo by Marcus Halevi. Courtesy of the Pigozzi Contemporary African Art Collection (WWW.JAPIGOZZICOLLECTION.COM | WWW.CAACART.COM)

David Adjaye, Mariane Ibrahim-Lenhardt, and Henry Louis Gates, Jr. discuss the new Cooper Gallery and its first exhibition, Luminós/C/ity.Ordinary Joy

WHEN IT CAME time to design a dynamic space for Harvard University’s new Ethelbert Cooper Gallery of African and African American Art, the Hutchins Center’s founding director, Henry Louis Gates, Jr., turned to award-winning Ghanaian architect David Adjaye, whose numerous grand and ambitious public buildings—including the soon-to-open Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture—are renowned for their seamless merger of modernist and African aesthetics. When Adjaye was then invited to curate the first exhibition in the new gallery space, he sought the help of Mariane Ibrahim-Lenhardt, the young Somalian curator whose gallery in Seattle is making waves by insisting that African contemporary artists be taken seriously by the contemporary art world at large. In this conversation—which took place at the Cooper Gallery’s opening event in October 2014—Gates, Adjaye, and Ibrahim-Lendardt discuss the gallery’s architecture and the process by which Adjaye and Ibrahim-Lendardt selected the pieces for their show from the legendary Pigozzi Contemporary African Art Collection. The Cooper Gallery is under the direction of Vera I. Grant and is located in the heart of Harvard Square in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

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Welcome to the Big Apple

IU Press Journals Indiana University Press ePub

an excerpt from a forthcoming novel

“GOD IS AMERICAN and he lives in New York City,” Khalifa liked to say.

Though Awa did not believe her brother’s exaggeration, she always imagined the city as celestially mighty, shrouded in blue. The Americans she translated for often spoke of the city as one talked about God, with a sense of reverence and wonder.

Her fear of heights had gradually melted but when the plane started its descent, she was sweating. She looked out the window but saw only water. The plane seemed to glide on the calm tide. She didn’t know which was more terrifying: being on a plane for the first time, or coming to America for the first time.

The Americans she translated for often spoke of the city as one talked about God, with a sense of reverence and wonder.

She had heard that New York was very cold in December. It did not stop her clamminess. Her brown-striped suit stuck to her back. She wondered why Moussa the tailor had used that scratchy polyester for the lining. She clenched her jaws and held on to her seat. Finally the airplane came to a stop. The passengers riffled for papers and stood up to deplane. The woman seated next to her was applying make-up, making faces as she looked into a small red mirror.

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1. Santa Claus in Baghdad

Elsa Marston Indiana University Press ePub



Amal listened gloomily to the little speech that Mr. Kareem had prepared. He spoke in a halting fashion, almost as though he were making an apology, but clearly he was as happy as a bird.

“And I know,” he concluded, “that my students will greet their new teacher with respect and helpfulness, and will show how well Mr. Kareem has taught them about our glorious literary heritage.” He laughed awkwardly at his little joke, and some of the girls responded with polite smiles.

A shy bachelor, Mr. Kareem inspired more respect than affection among his students. Many complained of his tough assignments and rigorous grading, although Amal thought he was quite fair. In any case, no one could deny that Mr. Kareem taught with competence and, in his stammering way, enthusiasm. He loved the works of the old poets and tried valiantly to convey to his students the richness of Arabic literature.

Another teacher leaving us, thought Amal. How many—four this fall?

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