Post: #1
Title: Me, my ozone and you
Author: Adil Al Badawi
Date: 02-14-2007, 11:53 AM
Parent: #0
لقد سألتني صديقة عمّا إذا كنت بـ "أوزون"، تقصد المقهى/الحديقة، فأجبت بشيء مما في الأسطر الأولى من "الشيء" أدناه. ثم كان أن نِمْت يوماً...تماماً كما ينام، بصراحة، أي خروف...وفي عِزّ الليل لا ساعة النسمة ترتاح على هَدَب ولا ساعة النجمة أم ضَنَب وإنّما ساعة أن انطبق عليّ قول الدكتورة فاطمة المرنيسي: "حينئذٍ فإن سريرك نفسه سيتحوّل إلى أرض غريبة"، ساعتئذٍ فَزِعت. ففي سريري، الفي بَطُن بيت ناس أمي، هتف هاتف أن قُمْ فأنزل عن هذه الأرض الغريبة وتِمْ قِصّتك البديتها دي.
أها، أكان تميتها تراني تميتها وأكان ما تميت...ها، فـ...ساعدووووونا يا جماعة.
my ozone is plagued
it’s a hole
as bad, grim and hard
as the darkest of those of all
yet, I dare not to sigh
pass a pressing call
or prematurely cry
that is utterly why
my ozone and I
demand a deal
we’ve got to know
and you’ve got to be exact
which wounds to heal
those of the chambers
or those of the chapters
of a broken heart
or, in place of that
you may justify
why racers often fail to feel
the signs of a good start
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Post: #2
Title: Re: Me, my ozone and you
Author: Adil Osman
Date: 02-14-2007, 07:04 PM
Is it by chance that you chose to publish this anguish on the 14th, the renowned day of love and passion? your poem is nice despite its doom and gloom I look forward to reading more poetry from you
Thank you Adil Al Badawi
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Post: #3
Title: Re: Me, my ozone and you
Author: Adil Al Badawi
Date: 02-20-2007, 08:37 AM
Parent: #2
Thanks, Adil Osman, and sorry for late reply
My ‘reader’s digest’ of this piece is
Me = the narrator; which could be me, you, he or she My ozone = the narrator’s emotional protection You = me, you, he, she or whoever have the ever sought wisdom
The narrator lacks proper emotional protection, which consequently leads to inability to express grieve and, therefore, anguish. The narrator ends up in a quest for answers for vague questions and eventually concludes that, in such circumstances, racers (that is; all of us) lose hope
In short
For mankind: no woman, no hope For ‘womankind’: no man, no hope For both: no love, no hope
Now, is it by chance that I chose to publish this on Feb 14th…? Is it, after all, the end of the story
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