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THANK HEAVENS YOU’RE BACK. WE’RE SO BORED WE’RE ACTUALLY DYING FROM IT.
I’M ACTUALLY FINE. I TOOK A GLORIOUS NAP.
COMCAST IS DOWN AGAIN. SURPRISE, SURPRISE. WE WERE GOING TO BURN THROUGH SOME DOWNTON ABBEY BUT INSTEAD WE LISTENED TO HIGHLIGHTS FROM THE REPUBLICAN PRIMARIES ON AN OLD-TIMEY AM/FM TRANSISTOR RADIO WE FOUND IN THE GUEST HOUSE.
I DIDN’T ACTUALLY LISTEN BECAUSE I WAS NAPPING.
WE TRIED TO DISCUSS THE CANDIDATES’ VIEWS ON IMMIGRATION WITH THE MAID, THE ENTIRE KITCHEN STAFF, THE GARDENER, AND THE ORGANIC PRODUCE DELIVERY GUY BUT NONE OF THEM SPEAK ENGLISH.
I SPEAK FLUENT CATALAN BUT THIS MEXICAN SPANISH, IF YOU CAN CALL IT THAT, IS JUST GARBLED NOISE TO ME. PLUS I WASN’T AWAKE.
NOT TO ALARM YOU, BUT IF ANY OF THOSE MEN GET ELECTED WE’RE GOING TO STARVE TO DEATH IN A VERY DIRTY HOUSE.
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Nobody can tell the foreigners to stop what they’re doing,
A few hired slaves are ruling the country.
O Kabul! We will clean you from these black faces,
Lines of committed believers are formed.
--From “Kabul is set on fire,” by Hafiz Ikramuddin, Aug. 8, 2008.
The lines above are from Poetry of the Taliban, an anthology of 200 poems, edited by Alex Strick van Linschoten and Felix Keuhn, that has been newly published by Hurst & Co. in the U.K. The same volume will be published next month by Columbia University Press in New York. A fuller précis, with a few notes about an old and unsurprising controversy, can be found on the NYT’s At War blog, here.
