Time and places, have been the trigger to every fleeting moment of our bounded experience. As Goya, visualizes the time, as a giant eating his children at Saturn eats his own. Hamlet comes to confess that he wasted too much time and now time wasted him.
A moment of truth in our vast bounded human endeavours, would be enough to explode our fragile and weak nature as human. It is a consider of so marvelous and extensive scream through that deep rippled light of our solace. An untouched heavenly hunger of hunting the moments that had eat us away, only leaving the shadowy holes and from these, would be our tempting urge for forgiveness.
Any vast beat would only permits that memory to collapse within time but may never leave that smell of the private places which we collide.
Any of such places may not exist today, as we recreate again and every then, such places in a gleam and fantasy of wounder splashes, that kept hanging like ghosts to our celling.
It is the revenge of time and a incomparable ecstasy of the places which we inhibited.
As i remember, i shall only live again and again through these moments of time, smelling the each coroner that my momentary elapsed.
As i remember, my being would melt and shall be laminated again to the every live human existence.
Magdy Shiha
Australia 2010
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Magdy, what can I say? Thankyou so much for sharing this, I will need to let your words seep in over time.
ReplyDeleteAnd so good to finally see your video right through without interruptions, there is so much in there, again I need to let it soak in slowly. So many layers, like the subconscious, dreams and memories . .
Dear Tracey
ReplyDeleteI wish we all, bring this blog to a sublim piece of beauty, in itself. Critical essay,analysis, alll sort of creativity. Maybe one day that will be the spark to ignite many other future projects.
Wish you all peace and more light to bring
Mgady Shiha
Hello Magdy
ReplyDeleteIn response to your beautiful poem I was looking for a way to appreciate the depth of the sentence in the second paragraph “A moment of truth... would be enough to explode our fragile and weak nature as human.”
I came across this paragraph in Martin Buber’s ‘I and Thou’ (on p 85 in the Touchstone 1970 edition). It reads
“One cannot live in the pure present: it would consume us if care were not taken that it is overcome quickly and thoroughly. But in pure past one can live; in fact only there can life be arranged. One only has to fill every moment with experiencing and using, and it ceases to burn.
And in all seriousness of truth, listen: without It a human being cannot live. But whoever lives only with that is not human.”
Am I a long way from your meaning?
David
Dear David
ReplyDeleteIt is the most stunning of a thoughtfull reading to my own self, i wounder that we will come up to much more, indepth, mutual understanding soon, i realy wish if you keep in contact with the blog, bidging intellectuals, i believe, would bring a starnge sacred light, to life.
Thank you my friend, if you allow me to call you, FRIEND.
Be in touch, thanks for Tracey that she introduced such a wounderfull human like you.
Mgady Shiha