Poem of the week: The Art of Cloying by ZR Ghani
Briefly

"A book can be loved to death and not die. Look at how this one refuses to close. Place the weight of the world on it and it may stop demanding attention."
"If the cover is missing, then it has shaken its burden; it's dearer than gold. It's known the caress of eyes and wants more."
"I loved every page as they did but a little differently. The first book I ever knew and kissed was a Quran. I peered at the words, but could not seize them."
"ZR Ghani's pamphlet, In the Name of Red, is a collection of 19 poems that variously explore and riff on a colour whose symbolism is central to many cultures and religions."
Read at www.theguardian.com
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