Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Robert Bly and True Men




I want to talk about Robert Bly.

But Now I want to remember David Whyte and about Faith


I want to write about faith,
aboutتthe wayتthe moon rises
over cold snow, night after night
ت
faithfulت even in its fading from fullness,
slowly becoming the last curving and impossible
sliver of light before the final darkness
ت
but I have no faith myself,
I do not give it the smallest entry
ت
let this then, my small poem, like a new moon,
slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith.


With Faith I'll write next of Iron John and Robert Bly.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Fall - LIVE & LET DIE , No Bee




It's almost officially fall. It's when trees nolonger need the leafs. or it's when trees lose the leafs and they become leafless due to the autumn wind. Depending on what way you look at it. Both states are related and belong to mother Nature & it's Business. Dead leafs and only(look like)dead trees, but actually alife. Not too many bees at fall times I guess

"Live And Let Die"

I still need to finish the "Stingen Bee" story. I did finish it allright. I mean the Bee. Even after it was supposed to die on It's own.

Kill It. Kill It.

I shouted to M at the moment of panic, right after the attack. My panic I mean.
I learned later that the Bee Knew, it's going to die. M said that too. But My fear of another "stick" was real. My demand to Kill it was serious. M started to hit on it with a slipper. Missed twice. Finally M stepped on it. It was very dead then.
May be they die after they sting, because they do not want to live as useless bees.

As for my panic, I still do not remember what I was doing with the other hand. I tried hard,but in vain!? I only remenber trying to save it with the white napkin. Then throwing the napkin to the floor. What if it was poisonous? I thought. Should I call medic? I was only trying to save it. May be it did not want to be saved!
May be it was chasing it's mirror image in the bathroom mirror? gave up & decided to sting someone & die. Dunno & will never Know.

What I know is how quickly I was transformed to a Bee Killer, just after one sting!?! It was a sad moment. so much for live & let live, It was clear Live & let Die. Basic Instinct. Obvious Lack of knowledge on how to save a Bee? All symbolic but so real at the same time. Try to extrapolate that to other things we do in our life. To other living things, to the environment, and to ourselves.

Gun'N Roses....
"Live And Let Die"
When you were young
and your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
you know you did
you know you did
But if this ever changin
in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die

Thursday, September 15, 2005

II - Bee Me! Why?

On that Saturday morning, a minute after I opened my eyes I walked to the bathroom, still half a sleep I’ve noticed the Black & Yellow winged insect at the bottom of the mirror on the washing sink pink ceramic. I wondered what is this thing is doing in my bathroom. It looked a bit weak or may be just sleepy. Like me. I’ve reached out for a piece of white napkin. Fine I’ll save the poor thing. I’ll just move (rather – remove it) it away from my sink & off the balcony I‘ll just drop it off. Live & let Live, Right. Wrong. It is just not that simple.

The Black & Yellow Stripes should have warned me. I mean the police use the same colors for the police lines at crimes sites. Half a sleep, I was not alerted by the warning colors. I proceeded with one hand with the thin white napkin to transfer the “winged thing” out side & away to the fresh air. Put it back to it’s natural habitat, I was thinking. What do I know?! Slowly and cautiously I approached. Gently I wrapped the napkin paper around the “winged thing” allowing it to show it’s head out to breath. Fine I got it now. I saved it. Not quite.

Three seconds later, Auuuoooatch. I screamed. I felt a deep pin pain into my finger. A burning sensation immediately followed. I grabbed my entire hand toward myself. The thin white napkin fell off along with the “winged thing “on the floor. It did not fly. It did not even attempt to. It’s a Bee. I think. I should have known that.
M came in running to the corridor near the bathroom. He was so worried. Later he told me that he thought I was having a heart attack. It was only a Bee Attack. M says it was a sand Bee. I thought it was the African Killer Bee. Next I'll tell How this is a bit funny & it made me think that ....

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

LIVE AND LET LIVE – May Bee!?!



I was stung by a bee on a Saturday morning. A Black & Yellow stripes bee did. Auuuoooatch. I screamed.

The Story goes back to my college years when I was “converted” to be an “Environmentalists” sympathizer by an excellent Ecology teacher. See, I had to take a “Life” science course to complete my general education requirement. I tried to avoid the boring long weird Latin words Biology course since it had been long time since I took any Biology. I was lucky the course that I signed up for was about Ecology & Ecosystem. Plus I had a great teacher. She was a respectful white haired lady well beyond her early fifties. Very nice, but firm. She dressed very elegantly. She was very pretty. Very attractive herself, she also made the subject even more attractive. She knew her stuff. About ecosystems, we learned that “Every thing is connected to every thing else” and that Dilution is NOT the Solution for Pollution” was a high point learning lesson. Live & let Live was a concept that I already had on me and this lady grandly enhanced. I remember My grand mother encouraging us kids NOT to step on ants or small insects passing over the veranda to the back garden to reach the near lemon tree.
“Let it raise its youngsters” – (Seebha Traby Weladha ) she used to say. It did not matter if the insect was a male or a female – I did ask, how could you tell? At any rate, somehow I recognized the tone of wisdom in her words.

Back to the Black & Yellow striped winged insect inside my bathroom I encountered that morning…. I‘ll tell about this adventure on the next part…

Sunday, September 11, 2005

LIVE AND LET LIVE

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Bab el Shams ... The Movie



This was posted @ Mohamed some Month ago as a respond on The Return. I've missed the movie and decided to post it in it's home blog.

The Return, or the Second Part of Bab el Shams was actually as Great ...
With the Luxury of seeing Part II first, with more than a bit of background on the Palestinian struggle and suffering in Lebanon,
may be I was on a bit better position to see how great "The Return" is...

It is Great as a complimentary to part I as it accurately depicts the continuation of the Palestinian suffering in a Great artistic "docu-drama" style with great joyous cinematic symbolism on very turn of the camera and the accompanied scenario...

"The Return" is Great on its own standing, even without Part I.

Part I "Al Raheel" was a Great epic...Part II "The Return" is a great "neo-Realism" of the Refugees Camps in Lebanon , and the whole of the Palestinian Diaspora done (written and directed) in a GREAT and high intellectual docu-drama style...

Yousry Nasrallah was great in mixing the Magic love of an Oppressed woman / Oppressed and raped Land; (reads: Palestine)
Shams is an essential representation of some of the Palestinian Diaspora who toured many refugees camps in a social despair of any normal family life and a normal wife/mother role that she never choose, yet kept chasing that role on an empty promise of a miserable second marriage to the man she shot in seeking revenge for all the suffering and despair... To me this was as obvious as her name "Shams"

In the contrary the beautiful very feminine, fertile, and attractive Nahila stayed on the Land yet virtually raped, at least for sometime with the thin doubts of some of her villagers. Remember: Shams was turned into a sort of "Freedom Fighter". Nahila was almost a very successful wife/mother role who raised 5 kids. More over she appeared to be the ONLY successful person in keeping one cave "FREE" in Palestine that is "Bab AL Shams".

As for the "Return" it was presented as a completely personal vision that reflects the current political realties of Palestinians "Return" as it is almost a personal decision in many cases. Some Palestinian-Americans "Returned" to Palestine like Dr. Ibrahim AbuAlughod, God Bless his soul.

Khalil - our hero - did "Return" on his own way and the best risky way he knows how..

Um-Khalil-the maid wife- also "Returned" in the very beginning of part II and returned back with the Orange Branch / Orchid, to the refugee camp in Lebanon as if she would take care of all her adult children including Khalil who eventually decided to "Return" to join his real bio- mother...

Younous "Return" was far more frequent, fertile, and resistant yet was never complete and always in-between the dream of peaceful loving "Return Home" to the beautiful Nahila / the Land : Palestine Reads: Prison in Younous case and he chooses to always starts from the beginning as a Freedom Fighter in the center of the Palestinian Diaspora in the center of a Refugee Camp.

Need to get the movie to keep & to watch again. Not Sure if it's out yet.

Monday, September 05, 2005

Giza Pyramids & Holy Kaaba of Arabia




When I stopped at this haal's mix & mis-match, I knew I had to dig out what I 've read some times ago on how the Pyramids of Giza was Built. How Great & complex it was as a Project Management problem was not what I wanted to write about. Indeed it was & is one of the Greatest ever wonders of the world & a hall Mark of civilization.

What I wanted to remember was the "Human" factor in such a mega project in ancient times. I do NOT want to over play the Slavery part of that but I could not help it when haal the "historian" ventured with "Just a thought" and started to compare notes on the Pyramids of Pharohs Vs. the Kaaba of Islam & Ibrham in the Arabian Pinsula. I knew I had to dig out the words of Dr. Ali Sharaiti when he visited the Pyramids in Egypt for the first times.

Listen to this:

"Last summer during my visit to Africa, I decided to see the three Pyramids in Egypt. Because of its vast surroundings, this great monument of civilization occupied my thoughts. I hastened to see one of the seven wonders of the past-the Pyramids."
....

"I was amazed by this wonderful work. At a distance of three to four-hundred years, I saw some scattered blocks of stones. "What are they?" I asked the guide. He said, "Nothing. Only a few blocks of stones." Of the thirty thousand slaves who brought the heavy blocks of stones from hundreds of miles away, on a daily basis, hundreds of them were crushed under the heavy loads. The place I inquired about is where they were buried. So unimportant were they in the system of slavery, that hundreds of them were buried collectively in one ditch. Those who survived had to carry the heavy loads. I told the guide that I would like to see the slaves who were crushed into dust. The guide exclaimed, "There is nothing to see!" He pointed to the graves of the slaves who were buried near the Pyramids by order of the Pharoahs; this was done so their souls could be employed as slaves just as their bodies were."

....

"I viewed civilization as a curse. I felt a burning hatred for the thousands of years of oppression against my predecessors. I realized that the feelings of all those people buried together in the ditches were once the same as mine. I returned from my visit and wrote one of them a letter describing what had transpired in the past five thousand years. He was not living in those thousands of years, but slavery existed in one form or another!

"I sat down and wrote him: ...."

For the entire Essay
....
"Amidst all of this hopelessness, I learned that a man had descended down from the mountains saying, "I have been commissioned by God." I trembled thinking that it possibly involved a new deception or new method of cruelty. He stated, "I have been commissioned by God who has promised to have mercy on slaves and those who are weak on earth." Surprise! I still could not believe it. How could it be true? God was speaking with slaves, giving them good news of being saved, and prosperous, and being heirs of the earth.

I had doubts, thinking that he was also one of those prophets of China, India, and etc. His name was Mohammed, I was told that he was an orphan who was a shepherd behind those mountains. I was so surprised. Why did God choose His prophet from among shepherds ? I was also informed that his predecessors were prophets; all were chosen from among shepherds. He was the last ,in that series. With joy and astonishment, I became speechless and trembled. Has God chosen His prophet from among our class ?

I began to follow him because I saw my friends around him. Some of those who became leaders of his followers were: Bilal, a slave and son of a slave whose parents were from Abyssinia, Salman, a homeless person from Persia owned as a slave, Abu-Zar the poverty stricken and anonymous fellow from the desert, and lastly, Salim, the slave of the wife of Khudhaifa and an unimportant black alien."


It is very clear to me How's the Kaaba of Moslems had gathered the Millons of regular Humans & the Pyramids did NOT.

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Mary Poppins' Mirror




The best I've seen on this mirror business when I was watching Mary Poppins singing on the front of a mirror and then she walked away from the mirror, her image in the mirror was still there singing...
it was great fun to watch ...


What if you have no control over your mirror image? I wonder if such a question help on what they call mirror therapy?

spooookey! ha?



The scene where Mary Poppins was doing a duet with her mirror image was fabilous and very much fun to watch.
How did they do it then?
[They recorded her singing in two separate parts and fixed them together. The editors did a good job on it! It may have been made a long time ago but even then the technology was quite advanced enough to carry out that scene.]

Friday, September 02, 2005

New Orleans "Tragedy after Devastation"





Between *Blue* - Tadry commemorating this awful act of terror ( “Friday 3 September 2004. As the siege at Beslan's No 1 school enters its third day- near Chechnya’s") AND Jane "Lost in America" as her blood boils as the devastation of New Orleans continues.

Beside, I told loulou that I'll post something here today. Lou's "sweet worries" I'm sure is compassionate enough to understand my choice of the topic.

Tragedy is the word that comes to mind after the remembrance of what happened at Beslan's No 1 school a year ago.

The same word hits the mind seeing the unfolding of events in the entire Gulf of Mexico in the U.S.

I wonder how's & what the feelings of those involved. Tragic indeed

Remind me of the BG's Song

Tragedy
When the feelings gone and you can't go on
Its tragedy
When you lose control and you got no soul
It's tragedy
When the morning cries and you don't know why
It's hard to bear

The Big Easy devastation is grand and scary. What if the same happens in LA, CA from the Quakes? Will the government respond in the same way?


Unfortunately I sense a lot of bigotry from the Fed Gov & the media. It's Obvious that the poor suffered the most. It's interesting how even Chavez of Venezuela offered to help the victims in New O as he was mocking GW for the slow response.
I could not help it when I saw GW in CA, but to think, he was wheeling & dealing with CA oil men to make quicker buck knowing that Katrina whipped a significant Oil & Gasoline supplies to the entire East Coast.

Few hours later I wrote:

Glimpses of hope are starting to show in efforts to help. I hope I'm wrong about America. But the slow response of the greatest nation on earth angers me. A lot of politics are in Play Now. Off course a lot of Money as well.
Some how I'm getting a creepy feeling that it's some sort of a test site on the "throwaways" of the society in a disgusting "we told you so". The media finally started to pick up on the race issue in all of this. I hope things will get better in the weekend. It will take a lot of times to heal from this.