Performing a poetry of pith while probing the pregnant zones between wisdom and unknowing, these aphorisms by Yahia Lababidi—whose Egyptian and Lebanese/Palestinian cultural origins taught him to appreciate the potency of language and cultivate a personal treasury of wit—are here served as appetizers to a body of work that blends a penchant for the timeless with the contemporary short-form of the tweet.
We present them in 8 thematic sets of 3 sayings each, offering up one set per week beginning in April through the end of May 2023. Check back each Tuesday for the next installment. Or, to receive daily dose Yahia’s bite-size yet outsized thoughts (and support the poet directly), subscribe to his Daily Wisdom Texts. These aphorisms are excerpted from his new volume, Quarantine Notes (Formite Press, 2023). Learn more about this exquisite book and find purchase options here.
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Art for art’s sake is a dead end; art for heart’s sake is the way out.
Birds don’t use their wings only to fly but, also, for balance―just like us.
A working definition of Love: we started talking and never stopped…
Anything freed from the marble is an angel. Never cease chiseling…
In the age of information overload, our guides are curators.
Never mind poetry or prose, good literature is the art of friction.
Strange, the power of the past—how our spiritual ancestors become our future masters.
The danger of cynicism is getting what you believe in: Nothing.