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  1. #1
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    Jan 2008

    A lesson in drawing !

    Hi all artists,
    sometimes i dont feel to draw anything or i just make some lines and circles without any direction
    here a draw and my guidance was a poem from a famous love and freedom's poet : Nizar Qabbani

    Alesson in drawing

    My son places his paint box in front of me
    and asks me to draw a bird for him.
    Into the color gray I dip the brush
    and draw a square with locks and bars.
    Astonishment fills his eyes:
    '… But this is a prison, Father,
    Don't you know, how to draw a bird?'
    And I tell him: 'Son, forgive me.
    I've forgotten the shapes of birds.'

    My son puts the drawing book in front of me
    and asks me to draw a wheatstalk.
    I hold the pen
    and draw a gun.
    My son mocks my ignorance,
    'Don't you know, Father, the difference between a
    wheatstalk and a gun?'
    I tell him, 'Son,
    once I used to know the shapes of wheatstalks
    the shape of the loaf
    the shape of the rose
    But in this hardened time
    the trees of the forest have joined
    the militia men
    and the rose wears dull fatigues
    In this time of armed wheatstalks
    armed birds
    armed culture
    and armed religion
    you can't buy a loaf
    without finding a gun inside
    you can't pluck a rose in the field
    without its raising its thorns in your face
    you can't buy a book
    that doesn't explode between your fingers.'

    My son sits at the edge of my bed
    and asks me to recite a poem,
    A tear falls from my eyes onto the pillow.
    My son licks it up, astonished, saying:
    'But this is a tear, father, not a poem!'
    And I tell him:
    'When you grow up, my son,
    and read the diwan of Arabic poetry
    you'll discover that the word and the tear are twins
    and the Arabic poem
    is no more than a tear wept by writing fingers.'

    My son lays down his pens, his crayon box in
    front of me
    and asks me to draw a homeland for him.
    The brush trembles in my hands
    and I sink, weeping.
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    Last edited by samiro; 09-07-2014 at 11:54 PM.

  2. #2
    Join Date
    Apr 2010
    brighton uk
    Thank. You for showing the thoughts of Arabs well said and well written. Congrats regards E+

  3. #3
    Join Date
    Jan 2008
    thank you eighty+. the poet is the most known and loved by people in arabic country and even abroad. he take care of the freedom of women and he has a special thought and language: he is the poet of love and feminist

    when i love

    When I love
    I feel that I am the king of time
    I possess the earth and everything on it
    and ride into the sun upon my horse.

    When I love
    I become liquid light
    invisible to the eye
    and the poems in my notebooks
    become fields of mimosa and poppy.

    When I love
    the water gushes from my fingers
    grass grows on my tongue
    when I love
    I become time outside all time.

    When I love a woman
    all the trees
    run barefoot toward me…

  4. #4
    Join Date
    May 2010
    Wilmington North Carolina
    Samiro, how sad the world has become, the poem brings tears to the eyes, thanks for sharing

  5. #5
    Join Date
    Jul 2006
    Astounding poetry. I echo the sentiments of Eighty+. And Pat says it well too.

    I did not know of this poet. What an intriguing life for such a spirit. The poem about the father and son feels so very personal yet universal. That's quite an accomplishment. It speaks of that delicate position of his statesmanship in his ability to speak of deep troubles without creating a polarizing effect and stirring up too much enmity, a weakness he avoided here yet to which so many would and perhaps do succumb (at least in this particular poem though it sounds like he was indeed controversial based on the Wiki bio).

    Yet for others this poetry could have the effect of giving voice to the readers' feelings and thus perhaps inspire a level of compassionate nobility and lead to more elevated direction to solve the problems some of which are described herein. He sounds like something of a Renaissance man.

    In challenging times poets can find great purpose. He sounds like such a man. Bravo him, and Bravo for you bringing forward something that you value. Art can also have great purpose. It's one of its potential strengths in that when it is seen by someone it can say much more than what has been literally put in the picture by the artist. The painting creates a dialog between itself and the viewer that has a life of its own.

    Thanks for this.
    "Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream

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