Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Political Jungle


Our Backyard



In our backyard
there is a jungle
where the animals
mate and mingle.

Trees upside down
wet weird paint.
Have you seen the clown
posing saint?

Have you heard the speech
of the monkey,
of the sucking leech
and the junkie?

In our backyard
there is a jungle.
Hear the animals'
every angle.









Comments

Eve Ryman
I love this poem - the second verse is absolutely stunning, particularly the clown posing as a saint.

In the third verse, I was concerned at first that you might be saying "drug addicts are just animals", which I thought rather lacking in compassion - but when I thought about the "sucking leech", that made me think more of drug dealers, who are of course attended by drug addicts, and I started to think you didn't mean it the way I first took it.

Excellent stuff!

Eve Ryman
It's got a nightmarish, hallucinatory quality that I really love.


Wael Nawara
Thanks Eve.
Actually come to think of it, when you first mentioned the issue of the junkie, you will not believe what came to my mind. I thought you meant the line may show lack of compassion towards animals!


Wael Nawara
But then, the whole jungle is fake. The unnatural colors give it up. The wise monkey is not really wise. The lion is scared shitless. The clown who is posing saint did not even bother to disguise.


Eve Ryman
You really made me think hard, with the third verse. The "sucking leech" is an excellent image, because it works on so many levels - drug dealers sucking the life out of their 'clients', pimps sucking the life out of prostitutes, capitalists sucking the money out of consumers, greed and exploitation in general. Really, really wonderful.


Eve Ryman
Yes, I see what you're getting at with the fakery - the upside down trees and weird, wet paint get that one across very well. Nothing in this place is as it seems.


Wael Nawara
Thanks :)
It all started on Photoshop where I was fooling around with color variations. But then I liked it. I saved a cropped part of the photo at a certain stage and decided to post it! But then Facebook prompted me for Description, and in came that foolish poem :)


Eve Ryman
Anything but foolish! Very well observed, I'd say. It evokes the city excellently - but more than that, it evokes the political landscape, too.


Wael Nawara
Indeed. Politics and power contain a great deal of addictive qualities. Most politicians unfortunately thrive on sucking energy from those around them, be it ambitious young people at the political scene, or deserted wives and families at suffering homes.


Eve Ryman
Sadly, I have to agree that this is true of the majority of politicians.

It occurs to me that what you say is true of ambition in general - so many people sacrifice their morals on the altar of their career (especially in terms of the deserted wives and families).


Wael Nawara
When I saw Lord of the Rings, I thought to myself, wearing the Ring grants powers, but it distorts one's soul beyond recognition !

Eve Ryman
Yes, the Ring is a terrifyingly accurate metaphor for power.

"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - Lord Acton, 1887...
Note the *almost*, though - there is hope.

Wael Nawara
And you are right about ambitions and temptations - they can, have done and will blind the wisest of men ...

There is always Hope. I think they should devise a Nobel Prize for Hope :)

Mohamed El Borhamy
very short .. very impressive .. it's meaningful versification

Wael Nawara
Thanks Borhamy !



Friday, August 22, 2008

كتاب النبؤات : إعادة ترتيب المكان




إعادة ترتيب المكان






كانت في بيتها
تعد طعام العشاء لأطفالها
طرقوا الأبواب
فتحت مرحبة بالركبان


أعطتهم من خير البيت
فأكلوا
وشربوا
وتجشأوا
لكنهم لم يشبعوا

ظلوا يأكلون
ويشربون
لكنهم لم يشبعوا

أمرهم كبيرهم
خلسة
بأن يجمعوا من المنزل كل نفيس
ثم قرروا أن يقضوا منها وطراً


سدوا الكوات والنوافذ
كمموا أفواه الصبيان
كبلوا الأيادي والأبدان


تكأكأوا عليها بليل
حاصروها
أوقعوها
وحاولوا أن يواقعوها
في بيتها غصبا

نظرت إلى السماء
نظرة تساؤل
لم تنظر لهم
ولم تلمهم
للحظة واحدة

وفي محاولة أخيرة
للخلاص
ركلت موقد الكيروسين
بقدمها

اندلعت النار
في الوقود المسكوب
وانقض الحريق
كالقدر المكتوب
تراقصت ألسنة اللهب
وتصاعد الدخان

خرجوا مسرعين
يتعثرون في سراويلهم
والنار تمسك بأجسادهم
مثل كرات مشتعلة
تشق حلكة الظلام

وفي لحظات
تجمعت السحب
واصطخب الرعد
أمطرت السماء
كما لم تمطر من قبل
في تلك القرية الصغيرة
تطفئ النيران
وتغسل الأدران


وقفت الجموع حاسرة
في ترقب أمام بيتها

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وخرجت بهية بصغارها
من وسط الحطام

نظرت للسماء
في ثقة وامتنان
غطت رأسها
مسحت على رءوس أطفالها
وابتسمت للجيران

ثم بدأت تعيد ترتيب المكان

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© 2008, Wael Nawara


نشرت لأول مرة في أغسطس 2008


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Picture Adapted from "V for Vendetta", the movie. In the movie, V blows up the Parliament as a symbol of people's protest against tyranny of the government, co-memorating Guy Fawkes' attempt 400 years earlier, on the 5th November 1605 ...



Remember Remember ... the 5th of November ... the Gun Powder Treason and Plot ...

I know of no reason, why the Gun Powder Treason, should ever be forgot ...

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Thank you, Omar, for the Inspiration!

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عندما تتصاعد النيران
والدخان

تكون هذه علامة
لإعادة ترتيب المكان

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