Saturday, April 26, 2014

« Her » The Movie: A Remarkable Reminder of Human Fragility ~




Once upon a seemingly boring Friday, after a painfully long week, I decided to watch a movie untitled “Her” starring Joaquin Phoenix. And tell you what, there is indeed a reason why she is called Her and not you … It because she is the embodiment of an absence …  And through absence, she is forcefully and achingly present in the mind and heart of the protagonist “Theodore”.

He fell in love with a voice on the other end of the line. This might sound a cliché, but dear God it is not ! It is far from being a lousy romance speaking of love-distance relationship. It is an ethereal love from the futur .. A mighty bond that ties two hearts not through matter or senses but through the simple act of conversation, through the power of words for these are able to beget affection.

It is not sophistry; it is the magic of a spiritual consensus through interaction. We live in an age fraught with instances of failing communication, let us imagine how this human misfortune develops towards the future decades …  It is typical to think that the machine replaces and even kills the feelings, but Theodore, a man from the future, manifests himself as a human being par excellence. Throughout the whole movie, he struggles to quench an agonizing need; that of having the pleasure of a loving and understanding companion. He finds what he longs for in an operating system with a female voice. This might seem dull and even creepy, but trust you me, it is surprisingly beautiful.  

This movie, although set sometime in the next few decades, teaches the viewer a notion as old as Ibn Khaldoun.  “Man is civil by Nature” and forever shall He remain. The human being needs to talk, to express, to feel understood, to feel loved and needed and to feel that there is someone out there who relates to what he feels …

To fully grasp the essence of another human being, it is not enough to chat endlessly and rejoice in the amount of common points you have. It is much more … It is feeling at ease with the possible pauses, silences, sudden breeches and the inability to express one’s self at times ! To be comfortable and even savour the occasional mute episodes is an essential part of a good and fulfilling conversation. In those brief gaps, we feel the presence of the other, we become aware of his scent, his pulse and his heartbeat and thus we grow fonder.  In the absence of words, the essence rises to the surface …

“These people so scared of silence … These sound-oholics. These quiet-ophobics. “ As such speaks Chuck Palahniuk in his novel Lullaby.

This is why we ought to fall in love, not only with our eyes closed, but with all our senses put aside, for our senses do deceive us like Aristotle maintained. We should let our hearts take over our course of being in a relationship. This is what Theodore did … He stumbled upon Happiness in the voice of Samantha, an entirely alien essence to him, but gets him nonetheless. She fathoms his need to sleep on the whisper of a dear person, to wake up with the promise of beautiful morning words, to chat through aimless walks on the beach, to convey his worries without words … To simply be silent together …

Indeed, humans are incredibly fragile, they tend to shatter with the dread of solitude. However, simple words console them and the mere presence of another person makes them whole …


Saturday, April 19, 2014

For the Night is Long and Full of Longings ~




We aspire .. In spite of us, we dream, we do crave for something, whether attainable or beyond our reach, we do thirst for that which makes us whole and mirthful …

Dreams make us beautifully yet painfully Human. It aches to dream for it is only with consistent toil that we touch the end of the line and feel that our hopes are under our exhausted yet firm grasp.

It is believed that the human beings greatest punishment is to labour the earth for eternity so as to pay for the First Man’s Original Sin. I believe that Man’s hardest labour is to dream, for they haunt as long as we breathe. We close our eyes at night to give our souls up to the realm of unsatisfied wishes. The real world darkens as our eyelashes embrace each other to wake up amidst a world of utter perfection and bliss.

We yearn and we dwell on our yearnings as we progress in the course of our existence. We daydream, we get lost in an alien dimension in the blatant light of day, in the presence of life itself .. We neglect what it offers to delve into what we willingly offer ourselves .. Is it an escape ? Is it the decision of a soul at once tired and scared ? No !  It is the free choice of so brave a spirit  … A spirit that fearlessly turned her back on Life .. What is the use to linger in the throes of an existence that we so fiercely despise ?  

We daydream to rejoice in the aloofness of a life of our own choosing. It is those little moments amid the natural flow of day that stop us only to make us go forward. It is those short-lived episodes that unveil a possible prospect of joy in the enigmatic future that fuel our fatigued beings and them to motion.

As the light of day perishes, we do not easily surrender our spirits to dreamy sleep. On the verge of sleep, the soul hungers and desires. On the brink of a long unconscious night, the soul endures a lifetime of longings. It is a whole era; a Pre-Sleeping Era. Before sleep, the human being relives the day in its totality and links it, to his own logic, to a distant moment itching in the memory. Before sleep, the wounded cry, the blessed pray to preserve their happy state, the humiliated plot their revenge and the anxious calculate ways to persist in this life.

Therapeutic it is to plunge into The Pre-Sleeping Era, for it holds the ever-evasive shadow of a promise; a promise that one day, we might become what we aspire to be. The human being becomes the narrator of his own story; he recalls a joyful instant and fervently imagines its sequence .. He smiles over a mere possibility, sighs at the mere thought of love and build hopes upon a word or a faint glimpse of happiness …

Freud believed that in dreams, we quench all what we crave for in the wake of night. I believe, however, that ere our daily dark slumber, we consciously weave stories of the might-have-been ..

And that is how ferociously we want what we want …


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Nocturnal Ruminations over Life, Love and Fear ~

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           -  It is the emptiness of expectation ..


-          - How can something inexistent empties us so ?

-          - You sit still, with your heart hung on possibilities ..

-          - Day-dreaming; it is the logic of an unquenched heart

-           - It is a bitterly delightful way to self-destruction

-          - The unacknowledged love that palpitates in your veins becomes a subtle poison that    relaxes your being to the point of weariness.

-          - So, wanting something unattainable produces lethargy?

-          - It is despair, it consumes and exhausts your whole existence ..

-          - That is why you find a wounded spirit reduced to a corner…

-          - That is why lovers adore the piercing silence of the night … It echoes the aching    emptiness inside of them, days pass impervious to their sufferings, but the stillness of the  night consoles them …

-          - ‘Tis true then, lovers are forlorn ..

-          - And they will remain so as long as they don’t wrench what they long for with what makes  us amazingly human: Struggle

-         -  They are creatures of the night because Life despises them for recoiling from her !

-          - And if they do not wake up and toil, they will be forever exiled ...


                                    ألم يقل أبو القاسم الشابي                                           : " ألا انهض وسر في سبيل الحياة ...  فمن نام لم تنتظره الحيـــــــاة    

  




                                                                                   






                                                                                                         

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Upon a Melody and a Gaze ~


 The touch of a string

 The birth of a note  

 A sigh ..

 With the sway of his bow

 You forthwith know

 How it feels to fly ..



 A lingering haze, a helpless smile,

 My heart and I

 Blissfully drunk

 Deliciously sunk

 In the blink of an eye

 Bitter-sweet gasps

 Blithe waltz in Adagio

 The heart cries “Oh My!”

 Notes faint and die

 The whole world shrunk

 With a look of his eye …