Lababidi seems to have something other, and otherworldly, in mind. The poet crafts a mythic Egypt... a land abundant with connotation, fertile with image and nuance. Its mountains are an "imperishable memory of the desert/craniums exposed, crumbling horribly" and a "school of inscrutable sphinxes/master storytellers sworn to secrecy." The desert "is a cemetery/picking its teeth with bones." Words are an imperfect tool with which the poet tries...
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