كلماتنا في الحب

بريست في 26 يناير 2009

ردٌ على قصيدة نزار قباني "كلماتنا في الحب" في تصادم كلمات العاشق مع ماهية الحب، حيث تعنى قصيدته على ماهية الحب بينما يتناول ردي مظاهر كتابات العاشق و العشق

كلماتنا في الحب

نزار قباني

كلماتنا في الحب تقتل حبـــــــــــنا
إن الحروف تموت حين تقـــــــال
الحب ليس رواية شرقــــــــــــــيةً
بختامها يتزوج الأبـــــــــــــــطال
لكنه الإبحار دون سفيــــــــــــــنةً
وشعورنا أن الوصول محـــــــال
هو أن تظلّ على الأصابع رشعة
وعلى الشفاه المطبقات ســـــــؤال
هو جدول الأحزان في أعماقـــــنا
تنمو كروم حوله وغــــــــــــــلال
هو هذه الأزمات تسحقنا مـــــــعاً
فنموت نحن ، وتزهر الآمـــــــال
هو أن نثور لي شيءٍ تــــــــــــافهٍ
هو يأسنا .. هو شكنا القــــــــــتّال
هو هذه الكف التي تغــــــــــــــتال
ونقبّل الكف التي تغـــــــــــــــــتال

 

 

كلماتنا في الحب

(الردٌ)

كلماتنا في الحب، يا صديقي، تواسينا

فما كلام العاشق غير تهافت و حنيــن

وحروفها آثار مرور الأحاسيس فيــنا

مثلـها كمثــل الزبـد أعقــاب السفينــــة

تذكـــــرنا لـحظـــة و لـحظــة تنسيــنا

تخـــــط لـــنا علـى المــــــــوج دروبـا

تختــــفي مـا ســرنـا فيـــــــــــــــــــها

الكلـــمات، يا صـــــــديقي، كلــــمات

و الأحاسيـــــس أحسيـــــــــــــــــــس

أو لو كــان اســم الحــب غيـر الحـب

أفــما كــــــــــــــــنا لنعيشــــــــــــه ؟

كلماتنا في الحب، يا صديقي، سراب

كرؤية  واحة التـائه بين الصــحاري

لتعلم إذا أن الحب حرب مقدســـــــــة

كلماتنا فيها سلاح البقاء و الحـــــياة

كلـــــــماتنا في الحــــب شهـرزادات

أغويننا بقصــــص الحبيبة الشرقــية

حيث العشق على المحبين فريــــضة

و الوصل ســـهل المــــــــــــــــــــنال

و إن علت من حولك أنات مهجــــتك

أفقت من أحلامك و أقســـــــــــــــمت

أن تنسى كلماتنا في الحـــــــــــــــــب

ثم تعود أدراجك إلى صخب الحــــياة

إلى أن تحب من جديد فتعـــــــــــــــود

لتفتح دفاترك من جـديـــــد و تكـــتـب

كلــــماتنا في الحـــب، يا صــــــــديقي

The summit of tyrants

This is a painting I made a couple of days ago entitled "The summit of tyrants" translation of its original arabic title "قمة الطغاة". It is a patchwork depicting the same head (tyrant) cut from different newspapers in Chinese and French and separated in squares painted in different "light" colours with gouache. The idea is that even though the situations, era or languages are different the tyrants are the same. The fact that the colours are light and soothing, means that the form of the message is righteous, but the core is actually dark and devious.
Here is a framed version of the painting, sorry for the low quality of the pictures, I will scan it and add it here later.

في المالوف التونسي و التراث الموسيقي العربي

أذكر عندما كنت في مرحلة المراهقة و خاصة في أولها، ولعي بالموسيقى و خصوصا بآلة الكمان (أو كمنجة كما نقول في تونس).

يدفعني الحنين إلى تذكر أغاني المالوف و التراث العربي و المغاربي و الترنم ببعض الأمثلة التي أدهش لتذكري نغماتها و خصوصا كلماتها. تراني لهذا السبب أقرر نشر هذه الكلمات هنا اليوم.

آسف لأني قد لا أذكر الموازين و أحيانا أسماء المقامات التي تندرج تحتها الأمثلة، سأضيفها لاحقا إذا عثرت عن هذه المعلومات.

ياذا الجمال

ياذا الجمال البديع ..... و قوام سمر القنا

وفي ضياك يضيع ... ضياء بدر السماء

ياذا الجمال و الخفر ... و فيك ما فتن القمر

و لسحر تلك العيون ... السحر قد سلُم

من عذب تلك اللمى ... عذب الكؤوس الضماء

ولسحر تلك العيون ... السحر قد سلم

يا لقومي

يا لقومي ضيعوني ... و رأوا قتلي مباحا

للمنايا أسلموني ....... عندما سلوا السفاح

صرت لما تركوني ... أملأ الدنيا نواح

ضيعوني ببديل ........ ما به بعض الجمال

و لهم كم من قتيل ...... بلحاظ كالنبال

حرُمت بيك نعاسي

حرُمت بيك نعاسي .... يا مولات الريام

وبحت بيك لناسي ..... و صرت لك غلام

صار نديمي كاسي ... عيشي بلا طعام

الوحش جار عليا ...... و رماني في القفار

إن تصفر العشية ...... نتفكر الديار

يا ربي توب عليا ..... و أبعد عني الغيار

ّّّدير المدام في الكاس ....... و اسقي المعربد

ما بين ذوك الأغراس ..... إملأ و جدد

و الروض يجلي الباس ... حافل مؤيد

يا ساقي لا تغفل ........... و اسقينى خمرة

زمن الربيع أقبل ........... في حلة خضرة

زمن الربيع يا صاح ...... زمن الخلاعة

يا شوشانة

ماني سيدك و اليوم يا شوشانة حكمي بيدك ... يا شوشانة آش خبر للاك على ملقانا
يا علجية آش خبر للاك على السهرية .......... يا مشكاية آش خبر للاك على ملقايا


و انت وينك شعشع على الفجر ... جاك السهر والا خذاتك عينك
ربي يجيبه الي ورا الأجبال ....... يجعل محبوبي ما يطول غيبه
شاف القمرة الي ورا الأجبال ..... حلق مع البيضاء و ناسي السمراء


الكون إلى جمالكم مشتاقوا ............. و العالم كله لكم عشاق
من أين يا سادتي ترى طينتكم ........ ما أجملها تبارك الله الخلاق
يا مالك مهجتي ترى ثق بالله ......... لا بد لكل عاشق من زلة
روحي أمست و أصبحت في ظنة ... لا حول ولا قوة إلا بالله


(مقام المزموم، الإيقاع الختم)

ليس لنار الهوى خمود .... و لا لقاضي الهوى شهود
أنتم لنا بالهوى موالي ..... و نحن في حبكم عبيد
بالله حنوا على المتيم ...... من صار في حبكم شهيد

Poetry

It's been a while since I last wrote anything ... now I guess I have the good reasons to write again ^^ 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy these two new poems.

                          The 4 Seasons

                 Fallen leaves and naked branches

                 The deserted roadsides are all pink

                 The skies stoped their winter cries

                 I sat on a bench by the river to think

                 It's not until I finally met you

                 that the shy summer showed its nose

                 The days are longer and somehow slow

                 Yet another chapter came to a close

                 The trees are now turning brown

                 and heavens shed their happy tears

                 The fall swooping down on town

                 reminding us all of our older fears

                 Outside, the grass is frozen white

                 and up the cheminee the smoke rose

                 "Is it gonna get cold again tonight ?" 
                 "Yes love, come, I'll hold you close"

                            Imagine

                 Can we see the same stars,

                 when we are half the globe away ?

                 Imagine how big is the sky,

                 I like to think it matches our gaze.

                 Can we hear each other's voice,

                 when we shout from the coast ?

                 Imagine how big is the Atlantic,

                 I like to think it is just a lake.

                 Can we smell each other's scent,

                 when the breeze passes us by ?

                 Imagine how strong blows the wind,

                 I like to think it brings you mine.

                 Can we share each other's love,

                 when words are all we have ?

                 Imagine how silent is your heart,

                 I like to think it yet beats for two.

Songwriting

Hi,

Sorry, it's been a while since I last posted on this blog  ... basically I've been a little bit busy with my life (yeah .. I have one). So, as we say, better late than never, happy new year everyone and best wishes !


Anyway, a few years ago, I used to write some poetry from time to time, but it's been a while since I last seriously did that. Lately, however, I decided to start again, and this time try to write a couple of short songs about things I'm interested in and hopefully I can start writing again on a more regular basis !

Here are the two first songs I just wrote, I have a couple of tunes in my head for these.
Note : you may find no obvious rhythms or tunes to go along with the texts : the tunes I thought about are quite complex.

So, the first song is entitled "I prefer living to dying" and it deals with substantial metaphysical and philosophical questions about life and death from the human kind perspective, I hope you can keep up.

                                I prefer living to dying

                                Life is cruel, but so is death
                                So I prefer living to dying
                                at least I know what it's like,
                                being alive you don't take risks.

                                have you ever heard from a dead ?
                                let no one cheat you in this,
                                I checked on the Internet,
                                called many travel agencies

                                there is no afterlife brochure
                                so why would you risk this venture ?
                                Just live live live, live live!
                                sing sing sing, sing sing!

                                Eat, drink, shit, and sleep
                                life is good after all
                                I prefer living to dying !
                                I prefer living to dying !

Quite deep stuff, isn't it ?! And now without further ado, let's move on to the second song, entitled "fly little bird" and this one deals with very important subjects, namely : Freedom, Liberty and Food chain !



                                Fly little bird

                                Fly little bird, fly
                                Fly little bird, fly
                                Take your freedom and fly fly fly !

                                Otherwise, I may eat you.
                                if you don't use your wings
                                let me have them fried.

Well, that's it for now, I hope you enjoyed the texts, I will try to record them soon and post them here .. hopefully it will make more sense with a tune ... or not !

Shish-Buq

I will try to write this in a Wikipedian style :
Shish Buq (from Tunisian Arabic شيش-بوق) is a game invented during the summer 2005 by a group of friends of mine one night in a coffee shop in Sousse (Tunisia).
The name Shish-Buq is a compound from the Tunisian words Shish-Bish (شيش-بيش) meaning dice and Shalbuq (شلبوق) meaning a slap, so in English this game would be called "Dicelapping". The rules are simple, yet can be awfully painful, two opponents sit facing each other around a table, taking turns at rolling a die (6 faces die) and the player getting the higher roll, slaps the other one. A game is composed by rounds.
A player wins the game when he/she wins 5 rounds (so at most, there are 9 rounds : 4 vs 5) or the other player declares forfeit or is knocked out (KO) and can't play anymore.
There are some technical rules to this game, here are some of them :

• the slapping movement should start within a 40 cm distance from the other player's cheek.
• the player being slapped can't try to dodge or escape the slap, otherwise there is a penalty where the slapping is doubled.
• if the slapping commissioner (judge) doesn't approve of a slap (as in it's being too soft), the slapper player gets slapped by another person appointed by the commissioner.
• a player should approve of all the rules before starting to play. Once a game is started there is no going back.

There is a multi-player of this game, called group shish-buq where players divide into 2 equal groups and every one of them rolls a die, and the overall sum of each group defines who is the winner, then a whole group slaps the other one (pairs are made before the game). it's a more social form of the game.

Thinking about this game makes my cheeks hot and my eyes moist already ... I can still feel those hard slaps, but the point was that after a game, you feel relived, you got to slap someone (with a bit of luck, because it has happened before that a person gets only slapped .. it sucks), you're out of your civilized-self to go into some kind of liberating barbarian state once in a while.

Around the World in 80 Faiths

Around the World in 80 Faiths is a yet another great documentary by the bbc. The 8 episodes series is presented by Peter Owen Jones an Anglican clergyman taking one year off his duties to travel the world and discover about faiths and religions. His journey is most interesting, and as usual BBC documentaries are the best, but the thing is this documentary have set such a high goal of presenting 80 Faiths (10 per episode) that it barely scratches the surface of the religions and beliefs it describes. While rushing through major religions (like Christianity, Islam, Judaism and Buddhism) would have been understandable - there are far enough documentaries about them already - but for the less known ones it would have been better to explain more and investigate.
Learning about religions is a very important step toward understanding other cultures and blending in the "Dialogue of Civilizations", for instance, as a Tunisian, I would have learnt that the so called "Magus" (مجوس) in the Islamic civilization, believed to be worshippers of fire are actually Zoroastrians followers of one of the oldest monotheists religions in the world, for whom fire is somehow sacred and they keep it alive in their temples no matter what, which made Arabs believe that they worshiped it. It's the same with Hinduism, in Tunisia it's widely believed that Hindus worship cows, when ut's not true : cows are considered to be sacred and holy, but Hindus worship gods (I still don't know exactly about the gods in Hinuduism, but I know that they reincarnate just like people are believed to do in Hinduism, so a god might be known by many names which are he/she's incarnations names). I could have learnt about these things by watching the documentary, but personally I have heard these things from my Indian and Iranian friends and neighbours (we speak a lot about food, but sometimes religion slips in).
Anyway, the point is, learning about others religions and beliefs helps us overcome our own prejudices about them, and even though this documentary doesn't give in-depth information about each religion it mentions, at least it opens up new horizons for the viewers to look into them and find more informations about them elsewhere.
There is a book by the same title by Peter O. Jones, unfortunately it's out of print in Amazon, I was hoping to find more detailed account of Peter's journey. I hope they will be reprinting it soon.