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wOud ww23 August 2011

We split the grain once more
of strange tunes and sharpened
trees, raining on sunburst drums
and blue-stringed ouds

Each voluptuous belly,
humming, stark, fig-wooded,
pausing, folding the centuries,
desertly swaying and crying

We let them linger, doubling
each note in its olive abyss;
swooping, phasing and calling
the ash-god roots of the sun


You find ouds all over the Mediterranean. The instrument is very ancient, dating back to at least the 8th Century. My own oud is Turkish, with eleven strings in five pairs plus a single bass string. The string length is slightly shorter than an Arabic oud

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