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Originally Posted by fidelio Convulsions can be quite ecstatic when whoever feels them also sees a chance of revival. I just can't figure out if the sight is a "fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye" or a mirage that the tired hopeless mind projects. |
Whether it is one or the other , it's reality that you cant change. What you can have a little more control over is the perception.
I can often argue one point and its opposite with the same conviction and persuation, yet when it comes to choosing, it's our human conditions that dictate our partiality.
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There's also this hopelessness in Nizar's words that wraps the verses in a leaf of despair. يا بلدة السبعة الأنهار .. يا بلدي ويا قميصا بزهر الخوخ مشغولا ويا حصانا تخلى عن أعنتـــــــه وراح يفتح معلوما، ومجهــولا هواك يا بردى كالسيف يسكنني وما ملكت لأمر الحب تبديــــــلا
I guess there's no passion without desperation afterall.
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Yes indeed there is always a touch of uncertainty, as if we have the cup of elexir right at our lips and yet something in the back of our minds precludes us from drinking from it. The poisoned chailce or the fear of an illusional happiness, the mirage as you put it.
Nevertheless, I've rarely read, heard, seen a poem with so much imagery in it. Brillinat indeed!
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Oh nevermind the grumpy bunch. They are too interested in palavers than to concentrate on the "vivre", let alone the "joie" of it. I guess They have other pleasures to pursue.
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They too are held back by a state of delerium, afraid to discover that the good they saw is actually a figmnet of their imagination. They hold back.
Life in lebanon is surreal to say the least. I bow my head in utmost respect to people who have suffered so much and for so long and yet they maintained a degree of dignity they use to close their eyes and dream of a beautiful life one day.
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As for Beirut, i don't think it can be qualified as a city or a capital to start with. Each and every person has his own definition (even borders) of this noun. Beirut is a slippery patchwork of so many and so much different communities that it's practically impossible to see all of them happy at the same time and for the same reasons.
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Couldn't agree more but these are the cards in our hands and no more. It's our capital however everyone sees it.
Now I have taken the view that slowly slowly the city will be overrun by a death culture but that doesnt mean that in the meantime we cant try to mitigate destiny.
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But to be fair, Beirut does offer varied and interesting times that can cater to almost anyone who can find her/his own spectacle. The problem is that it takes some time and effort to find them.
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Well there you go: the silver lining. I can ssure you that we are still a fair way from total annhilation and many things could change between now and then. So Party up even if looks like someone singing on the way to the guillotine. Who knows, maybe a day might come and the lebanese peopleS may realise that their politicians are not sewn from divine fabric. I still hope, against hope perhaps.
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Some people ARE having fun in this day and age shadow, each in her/his own way. The recipe is quite simple; they just forget about the unbearable pity for the suffering of others. Whether it's a positive or a negative thing to do.
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They always have ya Fidelio. In the Golden age of Beirut which lasted about 5-7 years, fun people had fun while the seeds of destruction were being sown by social inequality which the politicians eventually succeeded in metarmorphosing into sectarian hatred. They continued with their good life with minor hiccups and the rest were just happy for them. The passion of desperation as you so eloquently put it.
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Thank you for the thoughtful advice shadow, it is absolutely right.
My small amount of delusional haughtiness does sometimes get in the way of what should be a modest sense of carpe diem.
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Yes that is it. Maintain your carpe diem as long as you can. What sustains my hope is simple, one single idea: a country that gave us Saiid Akl, Wadi3 Safi, Nasri Chameddine, The Boustanis, Gibran and the little akhtal, Charles Malek, Majida and the greatest of all: Fairuz, may still give us others.
Alone she towers over a country, alone amongst great singers from Maria Callas to Noura dardabasht, Fairuz is capable of creating a state of mind.
I refuse to think that a country that gave Fairuz once cant do it again.
At least in that limited sense I wont let the pessimism of my intellect defeat the optimism of my heart.
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P.S: did you hear Fairuz's relatively new song "beyti zghir bi canada" ? بيتي زغير بكندا ما بدي يزوروا حدا إلا اللي قلبي اختارو.. قللو سرارو لشو فتش بهالكون وبعرف السعادة هون بقلب بيتي الزغير بكندا |
Yes I have.