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The Shopping Mall Poem of Arabia Book 1 and 2

October 11, 2011

–Book 1 nd 2 of The Shopping Mall Poem of Arabia–

—Book 1—

Here I am trying

something new

totally after leaving the Moroccan mares

for a Persian Gulf camel- the sea creatures

who devour their other after the reproduction ceremony

set down now to have a cappuccino

pack myself into winter gear

for death and to position myself

to feel soft flesh next to ice

out off of the desert

now to reline notebooks

with tales of the physical properties

of phalically prominent

posturing young men or youths

in pantalone di cavali

waiting for an assignment in yet another shopping mall poem

Dubai is the

kind of place

where when they come and say

“and you can have a car, a home, and all the money you ever dreamed of”

you go!

Wearing a cologne by Thierry Mugler

called Pure Coffee

parking lot attendants

soaked in the turn-out

of 120 degree heat

gush sweat

their bright yellow jumpsuits drenched

sand blowing fans everywhere

Two guys in Armani jeans walk by

one his muscular ass fits into them

like a city block on the cul-de-sac of the mall avenue of fancy shops

At the Armani café sits two

I thought it was they

but then they come down walking the other way

but going over the two diners are gone

and indeed it was and then they weren’t there

and it was they

He smolders

they smolder here on the Gulf

Construction of the Shopping Mall Poem

is twenty four hours a day

by order of the Emir

and it goes up because of the coffee

Just like once did Manhattan

and does Manhattan

and not only is a date cheap here

it is entirely free

On the Sahaab Oman

The Omani The Armani

Oh I mean the Omani boat

An Omani barque

in the port of Old San Juan

During 1992’s Gran Regatta Colon

on the Armani boat

people were wearing fine line sipping subtle cocktails

elegant sailors

all of it had a feeling

as if it were out of the Video Rio

of the song by Duran-Duran

in San Juan in 1992 for the gran regatta di Colon

Dubai desert airport

globes made from the surface of semi-precious stones

finding the UAE on a sphere available here as the curve of Arabia

comes up across form Iran and a little further off across the water fromIndiaandPakistan

On the simulated mountain

all must go down

in the special four wheel drive people mover craft

and with several aboard including myself

the vehicle takes its’ course

and with my swift and keen eyes

after a brickwall explodes

I guide the guide to miss the large patch of cracking thin ice

Down the Grand incline in the all of the mall now

people who weren’t expecting to have more children

having had them appear younger

An Argentinian painter and his wife

a septuagenarian dentist and his better half

he looks (is?) so much younger now’

his hair having gone black form white

Take the dromedary over to the pharmacy

Ishmael takes you into the dessert

off of the flight deck and into the mall

I am thinking in rewind

every snack bar in every polished mall in emirates

is a no-fly zone

Dubaifrom the sky

like another las vegas as strip mall of the mind

flying in hot forBangkok

or in the earlier paintings of Santi Moix

managed mirages in duplicate vertexes and vegetal ferris wheels

at the line of depth where time hits the water

and in you are in and out you are out

blue skies or in if in a sandstorm

which a lady blogger on trip advisor might mistakenly label fog

and then try and pick you up

Dubaifrom the sky yet another mirage

in and your in and out you’re out

Wearing the long robes of apostasy

this writer would now saunter through the mall

in the next scene to be filmed here

The Souk Nazi

Up in the sky high in the Burj al Dubai

where the tower bends in the desert winds

so that the structure stirs and shakes

and now to get up there and shake the hands of the shaking sheiks

and lets hope the Sheikhs keep on shaking

up there where the high tower meets the desert winds

De Vrije stopover

get high into the sky

and come down de vrije

on the way toDubai

popover to the stopover

cafe for some pie

or turkey on rye

on your way toDubai

The vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry sheikhs

an albino arab leader, a black arab leader, and an arab leader in pink robes

and if the last of the three were spill like like a malted onto a McDonald’s tile floor

a strawberry sheikh would be

it would be a strawberry sheikhdown

or strawberry sheikh down

but only now for a play on words

if either the vanilla or chocolate sheikh capsized

Now go out into the dessert for a pack of camels

and I wil meet you back in the mall poem

Never turn the hand backwards against time

and thus the watch becomes history

the wind up winds down

if increments of the Earth’s orbits

were transformed into diamonds

and then pulled form the carpet

oh! Genie of the bottle

we are here waiting fro you to appear

three wishes

not three more near misses

Here in a carpeted cordion

under a sheathed glass escalator

mall employees and shoppers sit

a lady in a bhurka with a young son

an Asian woman her face made up, her hair pulled back,

a pink scarf tied almost tightly around her neck

and complimenting her muted lipstick,

while a big pink pocketbook placed under her folded hands

rests on her lap

she in turn knows the guy to my right who is also in black

who also knows the smiling dozing off guy to his right while next to the

him is a black man with a moustache who has his eyeglasses resting on his forehead

and to his right is another older Asian woman in a melon summer pantsuit

carrying a Starbucks takeaway bag

and then we are back at the younger Asian woman with the pink pocketbook resting in her lap

and the lady in the bhurka with the young son who is looking at me

and then here I am

I am obscene retail –

where sex sells even as it doesn’t exist

Round and round

on the bus

and on the slightly changing loop

of BBC  headline news

around the elliptical second floor mall stage

above an incision in the floor

looking back down at the ground level

‘never go backwards against time’

so it is all the way over to a chocolate expresso place

to after a candied macchiato at the back end of the loop

go back forward and descend to a Roberto Cavali store

which offers none of the theme park distractions

his place does on the Via Della Spiga in Milan

I can feel the lights go out  of me in the hallways

The forty virgin Megastore

Virgin recommends Virgins

Keep walking through life with an X on your back

‘Target’ by Ralph Lauren

now after having had café mocha and a chocolate pudding custard confection

I am leaving

as got up the Asian man against a slice of ornage of a seat with backing

Virgin didn’t recommend seconds

The shot heard round the shopping mall ellipse overlook

the sheathed glass escalators

central cash infusion

Salon de the –you have to be swilling to die

The golden curly locked Russian gargantuan

toting the sinous East Asian prostitute

and or girlfreind

points out a store of lingere

or loosely ftting dresses

and suggests that this would be good for her

following this couple through the mall

other East Asian women from the pattern fallout

but a second couple is in tow

with a less burly Russian man

who has another East Asian girlfriend

in black shorts and a matching rhinestone studded belt

they cannot not all decide which way to go

through the mall

and as this writing fallsout from behind

he makes mention of the second girls Rose Tattoo on her arm

Waking up in the morning

after a dream of avoiding wrong way oncoming traffic

there is an accident ahead on the parkway- So I turn on Morbid

(now if your’e going to be morbid be all the morbid you can be)

at the Forty Virgin Megastore- forty of them or so not to be exact

well whose being exact ad who’s being exacting like for a safety deposit box

which doesn’t exist  in the personal identity theft lottery on the internet

I can feel the light go out of me in the hallways of the the Jumeriah Palm Atlantis

(I remember the Honorable Gunther Weist saying(”I throw big party for Sol Kerzner at the Plaza”)

while the only people left with money during the downturn Nouveau Riche Russians frolic in bathing trunks

and look at sealife themed beach ephemera

There is o saving myself

I have gone back to the contract

between God and Abraham

and been driven into the dessert by Ishamel

and now I don’t even know if he is going to want me anymore

The buildings are a forest of incongruent novelty

come in all shapes and sizes like the tour guides the double decker concern puts on the bus

Russians step onto the stage like the Poles in Death inVenice

thought the here the Bangaladeshis handle the Poles

The two color all covering though leaving room for the face watersuit for observant Muslim women who wish to wade

perhaps a dip in the ocean or a drop into the pool mindful to look after children

available now in the Abu Dhabi wing this Emirati shopping all poem

and no drinking water during the day no matter how hot it gets

remember now it Rmadan

and during the day eateries are closed during this month long holiday during the day

in this shopping mall poem

though you may be able to sneak a water from the Chinese girl at the chocalatier if you hide it in a shopping bag

shhh! she’s just over there

The Emir opens the metro now

Sheik Maktuhm opes theDubaimetro now

The stations look like giant winged insects

with feet to the street and the mouths for the tracks to come in upstairs ajar

Sheikh Mahktum opens the driverless metro

the Sheikh opens the worlds’ longest driverless metro now

In the valley between incongruent architectures

I missed my mark

which was a Jumeriah palm and from which Ishmael took me out into the desert

and expecting an amusement park all I found was a temporary camp

Trajectories

Smoke rings

Olympic rings

the deep long furlongs, the straightaways

the flights taken out and over

a reverse which came in when

the victim was caught looking

the travel back

the vortices of sky, smoke, and haze

theis new building a newtowerofBabel

our reasons for rounding and arcing

for above it all it all comes to be seen

out over and around

and there stands the Burj al Khalifa

winds over sky , vortices, the Bird’s Nest Stadium

the vast coverings dividing now the forms visible

the Burj al Dubai now the Burj al Khalifa a name changed

as a thank you to Sheikh Al Nahayan from sheik Maktuhm

a movement takes us one direction

then another in another

never  with winds over sky

do we know what shall be uncovered

the great stalk gone pyrotechnic fantastic

the sheiks shaking in the shaft

the desert blown the cover blown

the coverage thrown , uncovered? The veil unkown

Dubaian overwrought fantasy constructed

at the cost of other’s contrition

spoilt over estimates

as if undertaken by a Long Island Princess

the flattened father has no spine

Ishamel took me into the desert

I made it to the oasis

the death cab will not pick me up and take me to the airport

— Book 2—-

A truly toothpicked towering creation

Laid upon marble bread layerings and foundations

The Burj al Turkey on Rye

with a piece of black lettuce

Representing Tom Cruise in the latest installment of Misssion Impossible

Hanging down over the side

Was never Bahrain

Strapped tightly in

From overhead

After heading over To Ferrari World;

Beautiful boys frolicking with their parents in a seaside pool in Fujairah

Canon balls no such thing as Modesty

Bus tour guide comes by smiling

Scandinavians Russians

I am caught across From the Mall of the Emirates

by the recreation of the old souk

and have to make it across the road for the book signing

by the exiled Prime Minister of Thailand Thaskin

Only so much vanity to bask in

An Emerati needs my table and I am up and around still able

“Poverty’ is the tome’s label

The United Arab Emmerichs Andre, not Jeffrey, actually it is

Larry, Gagosian who leads The Abu Dhabi shiekhs

Towards giant Jeff Koons cracker jacks rings

Well after all oil came out of the ground

Like the prize out of the stencil on foil covered box

and as the woman with black hair In a black top

Behind the wheel of the black Audi coupe automobile

Will tell you Via her liscence plates “I Love Oil”

The Burj al Khalifa the Shiekh shack baby yeah!

The clothes are almost unwearable

The heat is just unbearable

Sex sells Where it doesn’t even exist

The empty quarter is the one the person walking  next to you picks up

the one which you missed

With the  Bridge of the Horns

Eventually will come

Transcontinental access to the Haj in Mecca

Via a  mass pilgrimage overpass

and Super cities on both sides of the Red Sea divide

of the world’s longest suspension bridge

Has been was is Bin Laden is not Aladdin

is not  anon laden Tarek not Osama

In and on the Horns of Arabian and Africa

Where the situation is starvation and is not

Tonight at the Khalifa

The Burji Boys tonight

Tom Cruise is on a mission

Tom Cruise is a muscle hanging off of the middle

of the of the Burj al Khalifa

Tom Cruise is a Burji Guy

This poem is not about broke out of work malfeasant poets

who couldn’t get fucked by an Angry Jesus

if they were part of Occupy Calvary

and need to be put up against a wall and power hosed in black golduntil they resemble a deep South Aboriginal

or coal

This Shopping Mall Poem of the Emirates is going up 24 hours a day by order of the Emir

But, offers connections to “Other Desert Cities”

Such as

Doha , Qatar

Palm Springs, California

Tuscon, Arizona

Tripoli, Libya

Marrakech, Morocco

and

Las Vegas, Nevada

Otherwise once deserted cities

Such as

Hiroshima

Nagasaki

New Orleans

and

Detroit

Tucumcari, New Mexico

Other Deserted Motels Upon the Fruity Plains:
Tucumcari, New Mexico, U.S.A

Other deserted cities

Upon the fruited plain

Seafood and other desserted cities

Upon the fruited plain

Other deserted cities upon the fruity plains

Other deserving cities

Some deserted cities are in the desert

While other deserted cities are on the fruity plain

Russian boys in speedos

In repose I suppose and the feeling grows

To do hot yoga in the Emirates I suppose

Just with more clothes

The Bridge of Horniness

We will cross that bridge when it is built

There is a place called Queens and also a Queensland

The first being the borough of Queens in the city of New York

and Queens county in the State of New York

But, there are probably other geographical entities where the plural or plural possessive

Becomes the name

Though, in this case it was not a plurlaity

Rather, a possesssive

The Queen in question

Having been

Catherine of Braganza

The Queen consort of Charles ll of Great Britain

Who had too many beers?

Archie Bunker, too many people had too many beers

Everywhere it seems except for in the Emerati Shopping mall Poem

Where the beverage can only be had at your hotel or your hotel

In the shopping mall poem

In this the best of all possible worlds

I would rise up again into a Vanilla Sky

A Gold sneaker turnaround

Mercedes electroplate corridor

Tom Cruise was a missile who grabbed at the shaft of the Khalifa

and did not let go

Everybody screaming holy Murder over at Barney’s over Gaga

but as far as artists go Barneys as far artists go thats Matthew

Artists performance and otherwise are going ape shit over the GAGA boudoir

Supoposedly stolen from Colette Lumiere

However Barney’s the high end retailer is owned by the Government of Dubai  http://www.nytimes.com/2007/06/23/business/23barneys.html

A place where Miss Germanotta

Just might wind up standing in the cooler in her meat dress

Well to do

Yet unemployed youths in Dubai

Come to play video games

Here in the shoppping mall poem

Opacman first and foremost

First and foremost Opacman

Target is by Target

But, here in this poem target is by Ralph Lauren

Dramatized scene wear for those high bounty prizes

Engaged in all that was about to have been

Oil ministers, black market businessmen, teroorist hit squad leaders

Ex-government chiefs in exile

There is more to the Mossad than does not hit the eye

The Mossad is now friends with the Emerati Shopping Mall Poem

Whilst before they were just people they might know

There is no cash bar in the casbah

To visit other deserted cities that is the fruity plan

The Fantasy sprang from where fantasies spring

The Magnolia Bakery at the Dubai Bloomingdales

Is that the first stop? On the No Sex in the City Tour

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Priscilla Queen of other deserted cities:
Abandoned Ghost towns,
Municipalities which had nuclear fallout in the vicinity,
depopulated planned communities and residential experiments;
Arbiter of other resort cities
lush oases – golf course habitats
with huge atria
as if for the staging of a Wagner opera
open houses lit in a booming sunshine light
with songbirds in flight
motorized boat rides to and fro the lake slash moat
both inand outside;
Priscilla Queen of other dessert cities
ornate confections
Spun sugar
Fancy restaurant fantasies
Macadamia nut parfaits
Bananas tiered off into the terraced levels
Of palatial gaming facilities
The Spun sugar
Of fancy restaurant fantasies
Caramelized action figures
Sculpted with the precise instruments
Of an Epicurean engineer
To place a super confection atop a layer cake
Rounded by white chocolate buses- double decker
It’s PRISCILLA:Queen of the dessert
….And for Sex to Sell where it doesn’t even exist
It must appear at least in sublimate forms
Such as a bondage straight jacket by Dolce & Gabbana
Perhaps at their store on the highest end retail cul de sace
in the Mall of the Emirates
Sir Richard Burton snowboards
@ Ski Dubai
Emerati Borders and the Borders between Emirates
are open, but is the Borders at the Mall of the Emirates closed?
The union doesn’t back a strike
and the employer strikes back
And so you are back around the Empire
Talking about the Burj al Khalifa again
to another busload of women
who wall get off at the  Empire
and who largely tip largely
including those whom you attempted to impress
with tales of the Emirates
seen after Shakespeare in the park after dark in Dubai
 oh boy you are going back around the Khalifa, back around the Empire
but now they are going to the headsets go to the audio
The Employer strikes back
Shape shifter at the shake shack
sip shakes with Sheiks
where I will be just to have a heart attack
after a planned shark attack
and I will be back
where behind rock solid asses in tight fitting jeans
Arabian studs are escalated towards the cafe Armani
and the backs of people are seen
as they facer thwe gian acryklic windows of fish tanks
Here doused in pure coffee by Mugler firast name Thierry
we shall enjoy it in the by now vintage latex bondage straight jacket
from Gabanna and Dolce
Sexy ladies in zipper down foam core as if muppet suits
Multiple garments, head to toe coverings
and zipper up upon leaving the disco
Whenever in the Gulf from now on
I plan to play Qatari
Playing Qatari I found television network
if were the Emir then I would have brought in the world cup
and have bought a Paul Cezanne”, “Card Players”
as if to play my net worth
A blaze and Italicized Arabia is engulfed
at center mall the nursery baby-sat an international rainbow of infats
some of whom perished
as charcoal clouds rose over pink orange inside outside
grey and white pediments stood forth
where once robed sheikhs walked on by
Villagio in a blaze engulfed
the Italian Quarter under blackened skies
Jeers from Algiers
Now how I served Moroccan roll
A horse owning former parking lot attendant
double decker ticket selling tour guide
doubling down, doubling down
oogling fat female asses
 while roustabout fighting I finally
throw him over my head in mock combat
Oh! the sweet intoxication of love
Atari Qatari Safari
You say Cutter I say Qatar
And in that other Desert City of Palm Springs’
A land of opportunity beckons
in orange and green
Hanging Umano beads hanging
from the boutique spa portion
of the grand opera house mega hotel
golf resort with its own waterways navigable by motorized launch
stopping at all waterside restaurants

Meanwhile “Other Dessert Cities”

could be the name of a producer of ornate confections

or simply a miniumal bake

in the valley Coachella

but, if you gave the title to a sort of faded pretty boy publicist

organic mail order business frontman

exotic twink chasing pool lizard

then bommeranging it may or may not find financing with or without you

The strawberry Sheikh now emerges

Saddling a White Arabian steed

My Sheikhs are not Shaikhs

As sometimes spelled incorrectly

As entered into an internet search engine

Now this poem will eventually

Cross the Bridge of Horny Horniness

After years of going back and Forth

Through countless rows and mazes of corny corniness

But, rest assured it also goes form shore to shore

While the core remains intact

Because while it goes abroad

It alson comes tot otur the inland Empire

and all the outlying moonscapes of the Southwestern United States

and much more so including the California Baja

So like Jeremy Lin it must

Work not only the backcourt

But, the entire inlaid floor

I am going to Home Omar’s Heaven!

Palm Greens,

Palm groins

Tom Wolfe likes to make use of the word loins

after staying at an embed and Breakfeat

you can always make your way  back here

Unfuckenkhiifable
Were the fireworks for the opening
of the Burj

Oohs and aahs in sequences of light
Oohs and aahs into sequins of lights

Light sources moot
A humming bird leaves the tree
A fortnight in a courtyard it should be
should have been
can still be
This humming bird has left the courtyard tree

Where once a light was flickering
The toy dog still yaps
Grabbing the leave bearing rise for support
The multi directional songbird
Scrambles to escape almost bouncing
before making this winnow

A pack of ugly coyotes resides in Desert Springs
and is always on the lookout ffor illegal aliens
who come in the form of chihuahuas, who are often unattractive as well

While back in the Emirates you have to know your dunes and dont’s

While in an American mall you leave a gym steam room to cool off by an ice skating rink like from city to indoor ski slope in Dubai and then stop in to be a market research participant and eat multi flavored multi colored licorice twisted together as cable for broadband a peel apart tripartite confection followed by endless questions typed intot he computer by you and a three dollar reward plus free entry to a comedy show from hot to cold to hot! hot! hot!

Rodolfo Guglielmi Valentino

in an act of apostasy became the Sheikh of Araby

So how can this bard help but fashion himself the Shopping Mall Poet of the Emirates

With a whole glorious poetic epic of monumental enclosures ahead of him

It’s a tabbouleh rasa

A frozen glass on a warmish day  in early spring

makes on dream of skiing in faux St. Moritz

While a dust storm blows through outside

Snow and ice

I am down with ice

Skiing inside oh that was nice

Experiencing hot and cold is a buffet

Sometimes best saved for another day

A family from Abu Dhabi and one from Italy

Are both aboard the double decker tourist sight-seeing bus

and together I say they are Ferrari World on Yas Island

They had met on an earlier bus and were back together again

and at least all of the suns were ablaze smiling

Fireworks in brushstrokes of Édouard Manet,

In the chapeau of the actress Mery Laurent

Black black streams green blue

for the stage is set for pyrotechnics

When the Dubai sky is a chapeau noir

What was your first date?  Was it a cheap date?

Was it a ripe date? Ready for date rape

The Caliphate is a salad state

I am not gemaphobic

I will put on the robes and tell others to move it! move it!

I don’t want to go see the al Shababet

After all it is not Italian ISIS

You have to know which direction you are beheaded in

Shaved as if hotel supplies accordingly suffices

Gonna land somewhere and pull a next book out of the crisis

Falafeller Center, “Let There be Chickpeas”

How do you pay for shawarma?

Ask for the chickpeas

Well here comes the chick of whom you wanted a piece

and she is not pleased

Here comes Captain Salad bar

Tabbouleh of the World

You here animal noises downstairs

and you are informed that is Saudis

who want to pay you $150 to bring

some sheep to the airport

What was your first date was it a cheap date was it was a ripe date ready for date rape

Caliphate, its a salad state

The burj al Khalifa cordially invites King Kong to pay it a visit

The continuous line which extended out after beginning as the arc of a plane in sky sky headed to Dubai and drew itself out farther as the drama unfolded as pictorialized by the artist Aratsu and went onto full rotation traveling full length around itself as the encircling pennant which became the upper circumference of Bird Nest Stadium in Beijing in 2008
Now it was handed over to be streamed as spray paint from an aerosol can as participatory graffiti as part of “Public” sculpture exhibition at the grand art fair in sub tropical wonderland handed over by the long talk conceptual dane to the shopping mall port to go around tbe piece the crowd created to paint now! to paint!

Abdul Rahman soup

Got taken down by the shake shack all shook up in a shake down like all the sheikhs came tumbling down in King Salman of Saudi Arabia’s sheik up when the the steaks are high some sheikhs are up and some sheiks cine down…. But in the immortal words of leave the alteration salon quickly “shake it off shake ut off”

Al Shabaab is stopping in for some kebabs but sometimes the al shabaabs are the shish kebabs

Caliph fornication
Everybody is leaving to join al shish kebab nine Somali terrorists run through by a thinnish elliptical ovoidal spear
the al-shabaabs’ the shish kebabs

every buddy on the list who is pissed is showing some interest that they wish to swish and become a shish calling all kebabs

Isis, crisis, Human sacrifices
Terrorists who follow conceptual art
Beasts who work in the tradition of Chris Burden
Costumed, caged, doused, set ablaze, burnt alive
Bulldozed buried and resurrected
As propaganda

To get the most out of a ghost town
For the 2022 Fifa World cup Doha, Qatar is the host town
Do you know where your Hadaaded?
Do you know where you Hadaaded to?
Do you like the things that the Arabian Shopping Mall Poem is showing you?

California good down to the last Crip
the Salton Sea good down to the last sip

I watch Talalabision

Now in Dubai they have a Shake shack
So you can sip shake with an actual shake at the shack while shaking in a sandstorm and what’s shaking sheikh
Now at the Milan expo they had a grand Eataly where as in Madison Square, Park in New York is it is where you original shake shack is across from Eataly so that being in the lawn was there a shack shack across the street from Eataly by the great tour guide and eater Steve zorilla I was asked I answered no but it was across from the UAE pavilion in the sheikh were shaking over there

Dubai school the musical

Is a trip through the Empty quarter as difficult to survive as a relationship with a Jewish woman and as dry
But to return to all scents male Bedouin nomads and camels

And to become gaunt for this jaunt to travel through the great Arabian Sands even through the salt flatlands of quicksand to arrive at the mirage of the palatial mega mall

Drop Facebook.messenger and take to the dromedary like Thesiger
Be Important enough to have no comment upon you at a paid symposium appearance by Dr.
Kissinger

Qaboos wants your caboose

Have an awesome time I know that their best guides will be able to find the lost components from the Peacock throne in the words of the great David Bogaisky Ayatollah you so may you not sing the great flock of seagulls line Iran so far away settle down have a few and may you beheaded back well informed and well, well rested Well Oils well which which ends with well

The United Arab Effeminates

Red Sea Restop

Having crossed the Red Sea and on the other side now

the forces of Pharoah are caught up by the waters re-walled

Moses and the Jews do not carry forth right away

but dally to party, relax   and unwind on a vista overlooking the Sea

just as this poem has taken out time to re-calibrate

Red Sea Rest stop Moses you have parted the waters

now let them go, but, now that your people have gone

don’t let the Egyptians come

but you too were once Egyptian

Though now the Tribe has stepped on over the line

story to resume at another time

The last available enuch

Women in Saudi Arabia are being allowed to drive automobiles for the very first time,

Mecca a right turn

Mecca a left turn

Some even might get the idea to go all the way to Abu Dhabi, UAE

Singing what Sheikh Mohammed al  Zayed  al Nahan must have been kicking when he decided

That in fact  that

What I need to do is find myself a brand new Louvre

 

Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman al-Saud has a big Krushner

In the Kush, In the Kush

Jared Kushner in the tush

They took Prince Talal  out of. the boardroom of Twitter

And placed him on the Riyadh Ritz Carlton Shitter

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Indoor swimming pool with deck seating and magnificent high ceiling and arched windows

 

 

A king bed faces a seating area in a room with a chandelier and curtain-covered window
Lavish breakfast spread with an omelet, sausage, pastries, fresh fruit, granola, salad, juice and coffee
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Onto Dubai Again Never Go Backwards Against Time

September 11, 2009

Well so the weather had had it out for me and so it was to be for the beginning of the trip to the U.A.E.  The stewardess from Seville on the plane the fabulously appointed Emirates air jet reminded me that it was humid in August in this Emirate and so it was .  When I got off the plane this far going goer had to catch his breath and was not even set up to enjoy the passport control semi inquisistion on the way in.  The new airport had been finished since last August’s visit and the columns were glittering schmaltz like the nightime sky in the plane I had just left when the onboard lights had been turned off.   No problem, I picked up my bag which had been checked through and went to the hotel office which was in a new space coughing {and another tourist a  woman said “are you sure you don’t have the h141?’ and “who let you in?” I wanted to return in question for the anwer- but I am on my best behaivior in the Emirates and just booked my stay at the hotel Delman again and I was off (though my Emerati currency which I had left over from my prior was not enough and I covered it in dollars)}.

I checked into a nice room and dropped down it was the middle of the night and turned on the BBC to hear an endless tape loop about the elections in Afghanistan (which is very poppylated) and the possibly to be released Libyan Al Megrahi).  A Longines watch which I got after many years it had been ticking in a bucket on top of pennies and other small increments of America currency had been stopping and  and first I had to change the time in Frankfurt and then in Dubai and so now I sped it ahead and and when I went  too far I spun it  it back and it broke and then I found a small earing on the floor which might have been a diamond (but probably not and thought that the genie must have spoken).

I slept all night and got to breakfest late so the lady let me on that day dine for free (love the chicken sausages).  I went back up and continued to watch the tape loop and read the gulf news which I had picked up in the lobby where the free Arabian coffee from last time was now gone.

Finally late in the afternoon I gathered my ambition and my stregnth and cabbed it over to the new Mall of Dubai and immediately sat down set  on penning my “Emirates shopping mall poem” picking a seating area where a whole admix of foriegn nationals rested and socialized.  There was an aquarium here but somehow seeing Arabs in robes and bhurkas staring at sealife when I had seen people staring at it other endless aquazones did not pull me in and it would only be another day until I would see Russians pondering other fish at the Atlantis on the man made Island sandbar Jumeriah palm as it is  known.

Meanwhile I had to do what I always do nowadays immediatley try to repurchase whatever item I had just lost or ruined on ebay so as not to loose my loose grip on my momentarily self-created identity.  I was successful; and purchased a 1963 longines watch with gold numbers which now that Iam in posession of it surely as it stopped running almost immediately seems to be a fake (will email the seller through ebay after this blogging which means soon who then assured me it only had to be shaked to work and so it is true and that after all I bought it “as is” and so it just needs to be wound or motion stimulated).

But before going to the computer store and staying on one of their laptops for hours I saw an ellipse above a  Roberto Cavali store and wouldn’t go into until I had gone all the way round without going backwards which meant having a macchiato at twelve  o’clock in mall atrium pedestrian placement time  before descending into the second rate Versace’s outpost and explaining that I was only a browser which did not light up their eyes.  I did not go backwards before completing a circle because I realized that the lesson now was never to go backwards against time.

Later I left saw the Burj al Dubai against the nightitme sky  getting a cab from the long line of taxis parked next to the Galleries Lafayette  department store and went back to the hotel blogged and went back to my room and watched the news.

The next day I got up had breakfest again went back to the room booked a trip the following day to the Eastern Emirates of the U.A.E and the Omani enclave within their grasp went back to sleep got up later and went over to the Atlantis Resort hotel theme park attraction on Jumerah Palm island which I had practised visiting by visiting the Atlantis on Paradise Island in what was it April (not to mention watching the most expensive fireworks in history which went along with its’ gala opening over and over on  youtube where the fans and strands of pyrotechnics went along with the shape of the mega deposits of sand dumped back into the sea which eroded their forefather stones shells to begin with first).

I would have gladly surrendered the dihrams to go sliding on aqua slides through whatever mythical land Sol Kerzner had transported to Arabian Shores had not my breathing made it impossible.  Instead Iwalked through watching Arabs and Russians scan the sealife before them and settled for a hugely overpriced cappucino at a  French Bistro and watched the endless parade of Russkis taking a summer break which for the Romans would be Ferrogosto when they come some of them and ride the double decker buses in Manhattan and make lots of noise and I say “Sotto Voce… Sotto Voce..” which of course I picked up from Tom Wolfe.

Afterwards  this blogger cabbed it over to the Mall of the Emirates where  he  had gone skiing on his first jaunt to the Emirates with the  initial intention of having a drink in the lobby bar of the Hotel Kempinski lobby bar and when he found there was really no such animal he settled for a thin blue and silver hotel pen to make peace with the experience.

Once inside he wandered around first stopping at the Virgin Mega Store (which while listening to Morbid on the music selection listening staion he renamed the forty virgin megastore “Virgin reccomends Virgins” but as we will hear a little later Virgin doesn’t necessarily reccomend seconds) for through the music he hoped to rev up his engines.  Soon he was off trying to fufill his goal of having lots of coffee in lots of places and he distinctly remembering the Cafe Havanna to the side of an escacaltor’s final landing and in sight of the ski hill construct of Ski Dubai he went over there for what he hoped would be strong Cuban Coffee. They had no bean from Castro’s farms but Turkish was on order and they were having a piece of cake and Java special from which the writer partook (here I am starting to sound like “”The Man for All Seasonings”).

Then he finally went up to the top level of the mall and down its one side stret to where he had marveled at a Dolce & Gabbana inmate fetish quote almost exactly a year ago and stopped at Ralph Lauren Polo to see the large Swoops and horses allover the shirts which surely made one look like a Target (and thought how he had left his own orange and yellow one which made him look like a leisure time road worker at home).

Later down at Borders he saw a  sign that Thaksin Shinawatra the exiled Prime Minister of Thailand would be doing a book signing there the following night which should be just after when he was returning from the tour of the Eastern Emirates and the Omani enclave and he resolved  to attend.

At some point he also inquired a the Thrifty car rental desk in the mall about renting a car which he found was rather easy but then decided would be against his better judgement as he was there alone and not feeling all that well at the time.

So again he cabbed it back to the hotel and heard some political mumbo jumbo about Pakistan (the driver said it was better to like everybody otherwise your throat might be cut in the morning).  So once back he relaxed for the early morning pickup which would be at the Taj Palace  (across from the Delman) where he had been picked up for the Desert Safari on the last visit last August last time.

I was picked up by a minivan which took  us (I and a few other tourists) to a roundup of minvans in a parking lot which eventually accounted for the 21 passengers who would be on the bus.  The tour guide was a pleasant if not intermittently swarmy Sri Lankan man who had all the attributes of the well documented over the ages confabulated tour guide persona( “when I was living working and scuba diving in the Maldives or the Seychelles…” perhaps) and he gave the tour in both English and German.  The tour would bring us to several of the Emirates including Sharjah, Fujairah, Ras al-Khaimah, and as a bonus briefly into the Omani enclave.  Soon we were going across to Sarjah which is very close to Dubai and through something called a freezone the tour guide told us how it is much cheaper to live in this emirate than in Duabi but that it is dry no alchohol no alcohol that is even for tourists and if you get caught your not getting an appearance ticket you are going to jail.  He gave us the lowdown of how we would be traveling through which emirates and not that long later we were in Ras al-Khaimah for a “Friday Market’ whch are open on other days but friday but friday refers to the sabbath day kept in the muslim world friday is for they what Sunday is in the west or Saturday for Jews.

Bangaladeshi fruit stall owners descended on you as soon as your departed from the tour bus.. I immediatley chose a clump of lychees and had fun cracking their thin sells open devouring their flesh and discarding the pits.

We got back in and soon we were coming around past the source of Masafi bottled water which according to our tour guide was to paraphrase the Perrier of the UAE and saw all the largess the water company bestowed on their neighbors such as the small but ample Masafi stadium.     Then we came to some small mountains which were colored sort of a  hot desert muted red and got out to see smaples of rocks such as Mica and copper.  The tour guide enlightened this blogger as to Mica being used for solar panels and later back at the tour guide terminal “the man for all seasonings “..was astonished that they had besides black gold the source material for converting energy from the sun into power for humans and others as well.

Meanwhile I got to meet some of my fellow travelers as usual people on a layover or stopover here two Scots who were living in Lockerbie I was talking to this time who since they went away did not know that the man convicted of the Lockerbie bombing had been released (though they such a deal might be in the offing).  They were flabbergasted as was much of the Western world but there seemed to be a lot of deal making going on and the real people living and dead seeemd as usual to somehow get lost.

Finally, we came down out of the mountains and were on the coast and the Emirates had enclaves and it was explained that before oil Sarjah was perhaps the most powerful enirate and thus they had land allover the place so we shuttled betwen Sarjah, the Omani enclave , and then Fujairah.  The company had said bring your passport because sometimes the Omani officials will check it (but not in this instance) though this part of Oman is not contigous to the main nation.  We past around a lot of traffic circles with Dolphins and sharks , and magic lamps during the coastal part of the tour and the visit to Oman was very brief and there was really nothing to signify that I had been to Oman other than that this tourist was told that he was now in Oman.

Later in Fujairah we visited a hotel called Sandy Beach on the Indian Ocean for lunch and for swimming.  I decided not to eat and enjoy the pool and do yoga moves while floating and this loosened my muscles and all of a sudden I felt sort of alright and an Austrailian woman told me why didn’t I also visit my hotel pool (which at the Delman is on the roof).

I swam in the pool heard more Russians in the abound and also took a dip into the Indian Ocan here in the lagoon  even thought they told me there was a Rea Algae alert.

This was sort of the zenith of the tour though we later visited what was said to be the oldest mosque in the UAE later (but only the outside for the inside was reserved for Muslims only) and past a sand spit out into the sea island supposedly inspired by those big jobs in Dubai but it hadn’t really been developed and just looked a little bit like Robert Smithson’s spiral Jetty in sand.

When it was time to get off the bus I asked the guide to let me off perhaps at the mall of the Emirates and he told me to get off at the Alcazar hotel and cab it over there (which brought back the palace in Seville the  image of seen so many years before by these eyes in Andalucia was still fresh after talking to the stewardess on the flight in from Frankfurt).  so I did walked around saw a giant black doorman and copies of the famous horses wandered around outside and looked at the Persian Gulf and then cabbed it over to meet Mr.  Thaskin the exiled Prime minister of Thailand.

In the meantime it was a bit early and I walked the mall going by the free date promotion from Royal Crown (dates) and enjoying them and wlaking through some prefume stores to choose a new emblmatic fragrance to savor and this trips’ winner was La Nuit De L’Homme by Yves Saint Laurent (which is apparently not available in the U.S yet).

So after browsing one store which had moving sidewalks running through it like an airport and seating also evoking a terminal this mall historian made his way back to Borders and found that the Prime Minister was late and meanwhile one seemingly prominent Emirati asked for my table in the cafe for his group was large and I of course obliged.  This writer made his way to the seating area and met a French woman who had lived in Thailand and some Fillipinas whom he had thought were Thai but later found out were Fillipinas.

Eventually the former Prime Minister and ex-owner of the Manchester United Football squad arrived and and was quite pleasant greeting the small crowd as several including I stood up to shake his hand.  I had purchased his book (published in the U.A.E) earlier as to have it signed and after he iterated how he had performed an economic miracle in the formenr Siam and that he could do the same for the world if the planet just let him (via putting capital in the hands of individuals on a mass scale and encouraging them to seek wealth as if to paraphrase ) he signed my copy.  I asked him to sign my copy in Thai  as well(as he had for several Thais in attendance) and since I was not Thai he did not do so.  He and the the large security guard behind me thanked this this blogger and he was back off into the precincts of the mall.

The next day he slept the entire day only emerging for meal once this in this 24 hour period and that was  had at a neighboring hotel and then  he to tried to go to the Palazzo Versace on Dubai Creek that he’s been reading about back in the States but to no avail after calling some palce named Versailles he googled and saw that it was still under construction so he returned to his room to rest for the next days journey to Abu Dhabi.  Later I found out that there was a Roberto Cavlai restaraunt/nightclub in the Emirate and this shopping mall poet wished that he known this all along.

So then this day being almost gone he went over to a neighboring hotel so as to have a different buffet including the highlight of lamb in  yogurt and though more expensive it was quite pleasant as beign in sight of a winding stone staircase where a fountain of water wound down around from and as if it were a snake I was charmed.

So briefly this blogger thought of making it over to the Marriot in two parts crossed by a skybridge but decided to rest.   He also inquired about making a bus to Abu Dhabi (since the only tours there as I forgot to inform you earlier in this posting were “a Capital City” on Wendesday which I had missed by a few hours even coming close to making  and though they had it listed as going out twice in the current economy it was going out once).  Meanwhile I had changed my room a day back as this guest was asked to voluntarirly surrender his room so it could become the place for prayer during Ramadan Kareem and in doing so he got the second of three free Breakfests which would be awarded to him during and after the trip plus a room discount.

So the next morning having been warned to take a large bus he got a ticket where the taxi dropped him off and it wound up being for a van where he should have taken the front seat but not moving fast enough got the next row back behind the driver and wound up sitting next to an Asian woman who took a handkerchief to avoid the smell fo what must have been Arabian foot or body odor which I didn’t smell much as the van made its way along the coast getting a view of the skyline and many projects underway in Dubai and then as we approached Abu Dhabi. There several large projects with some of the large unusal buildings which I had seen in pctures at architectural symposiums on the forthcoming architecture of the Emirates in Manhattan, such as the Yas Hotel, and Ferrari World  part of the Alador Corporation Yas Island development, The Capitol Gate Tower Hotel (supposedly to be when completed the worlds  tallest leaning Tower Hotel) and most impressively the new Alador headquarters itself which is a huge glass circle standing upright which in turn like a tetrahedron contributing to other shapes then in turn breaks back down into triangles.

So after passing the offices for the Sorbonne UAE and letting off a afew voyagers we pulled into the central bus station which luckily was next to a shopping mall.  Having been out in the mall before Ramadan I had not really adventured out during the day during Ramadan since the last day I had  been out during  the day was the day before Ramadan.  But now here I was and all the food and drink places were closed but luckily a chocolate store was open and a Chienese woman though she wasn’t supposed to sneaked me a bottle of water in a shopping bag and I went upstairs and bought a book and a map and decided I would try to make heads or tails of where I was via the map and find Saadiyat Island where they are to be building the Guggenheim and the new Louvre respectively by Frank Ghehrys and Jean nouvel as well as a cultural center by Zaha Hadid and a museum dedicated to Abu Dhabi’s connection to the sea and its maritime history by Tado Ando.  So buying a bottle of water at a time and sustaining nasty looks I kept going with water gotten at groceries usally owned by Indians or Bangaladeshis I walked towards what I knew was the sea made one stop near a Marks & Spencers where a European big wig waltzed in and there was a sign for women and their drivers and tried to walked twoards the tower with what seemed to be a giant golf ball driven into cemtent onto it atop.  I got to the waterfront and across was the a beautiful  unharmed strech of beach where  could be worn the bhurkas made from materials which are suitable for swimming which I spied at the watersports store run by asians in the first mall by which I had been let off.

Meanwhile before I had gotten to the waterfront and its tiled esplanade this writer had stopped at a Jewelry souk to see if the tiny earing he had found in his hotel the room which had been surrendered to become the prayer place for hotel guests during Ramadan Kareem was worth anything and the jeweler used a device and renedered a decision that it was not.  But here I am on the espalanade and I took out dihram coins and risked having a coke which was flavored by lemon and sat by fountains and doused myself in water and kept walking and then saw the fishing boats which the photographer Daniela Sessa had taken pictures of which she had shown me while we were all involved in our would be tour guide limousine buisness disaster.

So then I made all the way down walked over saw a funny building project saw it was for a private concern and then walked back across again another highway and wound up in the vegtable market which was supposed to be across from the island where they are to build the museums as well as the Persian Gulf campus of NYU and the shoreline was still blocked and so I kept walking and wound up in a freight storage area where a sign threatened that if you used an unoccupied space for your own cargo and it was found out it would be removed and there was a health clinic within these grounds and then this blogger decided he would not be able to gain sight of what he wanted to see and there was no bridge and so he walked back to a corner back by the main road and no cab would pick him up guessing due to the undesirable location in which he was standing and he might have tried to make it over to the Emirates Palace which he hadn’t seen but he was tired and when from afar he saw a cab driver who had pulled up to an onion seller’s location he made small talk and arranged for a voyage back to the main main bus station to go back to Dubai.

He was lucky and got a back seat on a big bus and when he got back he got juice and water and in the cab he got the cab driver asked him what country he was from? andf he said the us and why? because here it is ramadan and we do not drink water in public you can do what you want in a hotel room and so I drank not another sip got to my hotel and gave him no tip.

This was very well the end of the trip (I thought about walking over to the marriot but did not) then I emailed my freind and fellow tour guide Max Naegeli that I had met Thaskin the former prime minister of thailand and he said to get him a present from Dubai and I decided to oblige since he had gotten me a series of trinkets from Siam where once we had had mango pizza and I had said  that things were what they were and a leaf had fallen on me in the outdoor courtyard of a cafe.   I decided to go to the airport very early by prearranged transport van and after a night of sleeping had breakfest and prepared to depart.

Once at the airport I found out that I would be having a long layover in Switzerland and that probably  this traveler would need to get a hotel.   Meanwhile at the phone recharge station after buying Max a camel and shedding a few pounds he met a Indian Muslim man living in Saudi Arabia who explained marriage in his world and working in the kingdom.   Soon it was time to board and on the flight the movies did not work and the arm-rest for the exit-row seat fell down but I finally saw the sand Islands of the world formation of Dubai from the sky and the Swiss man next to me said that it would  “probably never be finished”

The World Islands of Dubai by Andreas Gursky

. Meanwhile I saw Saudi Arabia, followed by Jordan, Syria, and Turkey from up on high ( they flew in Saudi territory along the Iraqi border and never once went over into the latter’s air space as well as avoiding Lebanon and Israel did not exist on the onboard navigation screen and the area instead was marked with the word Gaza).  The Emirates air stewardess who sat in front of me during takeoff and landing was a beautiful Kenyan and we talked about that nation which I have always wanted to visit

Dubai Day One Part Two

August 14, 2008

Back at the Mall of the Emirates I forgot to say there was a black leather and rubber sort of inmate fetish coat @ Dolce & Gabanna I admired it was 21,000 dihram or midway between seven and eight thousand dollars. 

 After leaving the mall I cabbed in over to Jumeirah and the Burj al Arab the famous Dubai icon in the shape of a sail with a restaruant vaulted high above the water -and you cannot go in the worlds’  most expensive hotel unless you are staying there or have prior clearance as part of some high priced tour which stops there for high tea.

Next door is Wild Wadi Water Park the lauded aqua slide destination but I did not have a bathing suit with me so I walked over to the Jumeirah Beach hotel next door and did a lobby scan.  I concentrated on watching an overly dramatic well coiffed small of stature Frenchman flirt with the conceirges and leave them a big tip.  I flitrted with the thought of having the dinner buffet. 

I had the dinner buffet including labneh (the sour yogurt concotion) and then it was back for internet and  sleep.

Dubai Day One Part One

August 14, 2008

In Dubai for the first time.  Got a hotel close to the airport for a hundred dollars a night which has a swimming pool and Iranian, Fillipino, and Arabian nightclubs (none of which I have visited yet).  I got in and  slept for like an hour had breakfest and cabbed it over to the Mall of the Emirates (on the way seeing the almost completed Burj Dubai the forthcoming worlds’ tallest building which is already the worlds’s tallest structure and is a tall thing elegant sleek thing). 

At the mall of the Emirates I immediatley spied the ski slope and mulled having coffee first.  After passing on the beverage I signed up to learn to ski ( past forty and this was my first time and inside in the Persian Gulf).  There were five of us: a US reservist living in Bahrain, a couple form Manchester England, and a lady from Texas plus our teacher Machmoud).

It started with getting the skis on and off and then walking, then walking sideways up the hill and then going down. By the time it ended the women had given up the reservist had left to catch a flight back to Bahrain, and only I and the man from Manchester were left still standing.  Don’t get me wrong I fell several times and getting me back up was an epic event (one time i even knocked over the lady from the Lone Star State who made excuses for being winded and giving up saying she “made aliving sitting down and I said ” its ok when you get back just take up yoga” and once during a second class at nyc Bikram I knocked over a whole row of hot yogis).

Coffee is everywhere at the Mall of the Emirates they have two starbucks, a Cafe Havanna. a Seattle Coffee company, an art cafe (with Warhol, Haring, and Lichtenstein rip-offs  plus a rather pleasing cubist mural) as well as countless others.  There is even now a Thierry Mugler fragrance called “Pure Coffee” which comes in his trademark curved matted bottle this time metallic brown with a gold etoile. I doused myself heartily in “Pure Coffee”.

I was impressd the men in the long robes and the ladies in the burkhas pushing strollers together.  The cliques of vieled women venturing into Emporio Armani and Dolce & Gabbana (there must not be a name designer store on planet Earth which is not presently or planning to be in Dubai to take part in this present and future cash dispersment circus while according to internet sources there are currently $390 billion dollars of construction projects underway in the UAE* {which includes seven emirates though Dubai is by far and away the major spender).

Lets face it the Dubai Mall kicks Chinese Malls asses.

The forthcoming bigggest mall in the world is the under construction Mall of Dubai while the current largest on in Dogguan China was set to close in July.