Monday, November 11, 2013

Omar Musa - "The Big Chaos" - Google Big Tent Australia 2013





"The Big Chaos" is a speech/poem performed by Omar Musa at the very first Google Big Tent event held in Australia, at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Sydney.

Poem written by Omar Musa.

The last line is an interpolation of a line by Jorge Luis Borges.

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Thursday, September 5, 2013

Live & Direct by Omar Musa

A few thoughts on Australian society & politics on the eve of the 2013 Australian election.

Written and performed by Omar Musa

Camera, Direction and Editing - Rowen Grant

Produced by Sixth Row - www.sixthrow.com.au 


Filmed in Queanbeyan, NSW.

Friday, August 2, 2013

"Parang" audiobook. FREE! Or not. Pay what you want.

Fam & friends, poetry buffs & producers. Aural & mental & sample gold! People told me they liked the book but wanted to hear the poems as I would read them. So I recorded "Parang" at the One Day studio with DJ Joyride. Hear me get my BBC radio voice on. Gwan! Enjoy:

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Lady Justice

A few words for these dark, uncertain times..

Friday, May 17, 2013

TEDx Sydney Opera House - "CAPITAL LETTERS" by Omar Musa

Hello from LA. Please pass on if you like! It really helps:

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Reviews / praise for "Parang"


Review in Overland Literary blog by Ali Alizadeh: http://overland.org.au/blogs/poetry-fiction-reviews/2013/04/portrait-of-poets-as-young-men/

Review in Stash Everything: http://www.stasheverything.com/lifestyle/book-review-omar-musa-parang/

"I savored this. Omar Musa is a special writer with his own beat, cutting through worlds" - Mohsin Hamid, Booker shortlisted author of The Reluctant Fundamentalist

"Never mind page versus stage, this is poetry: listen" - Jeet Thayil, Booker shortlisted author of Narcopolis

"Parang is as brutal as it is delicate, poems romp between the urban landscape and foreign humidities... I love these poems, they are a clarion call to the listless, to take up the parang, or the pen, the instrument of the book and make something happen. A balm for the conflicted, Musa is a rhapsodist like no other" - Tara June Winch, author of Swallow the Air

"Parang" NOW ON SALE!




Dear all,
If you want a copy of "Parang", please send $25 to my paypal account (omar_bin_musa@hotmail.com) and I'll sign it and post it ASAP, within Australia and internationally. Yes, this is all very independent but I like it that way because I know it will get directly from me to you. It's selling out really quickly, so get in there soon! Have listed the bookshops that are selling it in Australia below, so you can also order copies from these outlets. Much love to you all,
Omar


SYDNEY - Gleebooks (Glebe), Better Read Than Dead (Newtown), Kinokuniya (City)
ADELAIDE - Dymocks (Rundle Mall)
CANBERRA - Electric Shadows Bookshop (Braddon)

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Happy Mothers' Day!

My first solo song in three years.. Dear mama!

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

NEW VID! "In Amsterdam" from "Parang"



My friend Dan encouraged me to make a video for this poem I wrote about a beautiful moment of clarity I experienced in Amsterdam. The poem comes from my book "Parang." Hope you enjoy! Much strength and joy to you. - Omar

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

New vid: What Will Be Left Of Us?

Shot in Kreuzberg, Berlin by Joseph Jensen and Lucy Dyson. Pass around if you like it! Taken from my new book "Parang".

Monday, February 25, 2013

Thursday, February 14, 2013

A HOMELAND


I imagined a quiet kiss on the eyelids,
a brown shouldered woman
twisting water from her hair.
I imagined hibiscus flowers and wandering rhapsodists,
kampungs full of the wise and noble poor.

These visions stood like icons,
preserved in a tranquil, private corridor.

Then I arrived.

I saw Prada and mirror balls,
I saw mosques and malls built from the same bricks,
and just as full of faithful.
I saw races dining separately
and skyscrapers as sheer as knives.

Behind walls,
there were half-lit handjobs.
Behind doors,
illegal immigrants traded votes for ID cards.
A protestor called for a free elections
while the eyes of moral police cut left to right.

And everywhere modernity churned.

Exile's folly!
Second generationer's hope and despair!
To syphon stories from those who left years ago
and then think you understand.

No.
A homeland is a bastard thing,
a chimera, shapeshifter,
to confuse to enlighten to confuse to enrich?

Under a dripping awning in Kuala Lumpur,
I see life swell immensely,
with laughter and chewing mouths.

My eyelids are kissed by sweet air.
I look across the street and
see a woman wringing water from her hair,
smiling.

Taken from "Parang," out Feb 27th