Shehab Albalooshi

My work serves as a personal cartography of exile and resistance, written to navigate the 'shattered glass' of a displaced identity. In the spirit of the Beat Generation, I seek to transform a private 'howl of madness' into a rigorous philosophical inquiry against the machinery of thrall. By weaving historical and theological threads together, I strive to move beyond individual suffering toward a shared, universal resilience found in the eternal march of man..

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There Is No Beauty

No beauty in a signal when it has been lost to the noise.

There is no beauty in blind citadels;
No beauty in lifeless monuments;
No beauty in a signal when it has been lost to the noise.

Insipid Beasts Buried in the Snow

And sang ourselves oblivious, whilst flickering in the vast void of darkness.

On top of Mount Kilimanjaro or buried deep in the snow, we marched as cacophonies and blank silhouettes.

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