سلامٌ لأُمّي
وُأمّي سلالةُ آلهةٍ بابليّةْ
هي الموناليزا
ومريمُ لو خرجتْ من إطارٍ
على لحنِ ترتيلةٍ كنسيّةْ.
وأُمّي امتحانُ الجمال العفيفِ
ليبقى على الأرض روحًا نقيّةْ.
أُعاتبُ نفسي
كثيرٌ كثيرٌ عتابي
وأشهدُ، قد كنتُ بنتًا شقيّةْ
أُسَرُّ إذا ما مرضتُ وأسعى لأمرضَ
كي تتعذّبَ أُمّي ولو من عذابي
وحين كبرتُ وأعرفها تكره اللهوَ
صارَ حديثُ الهوى متعتي في شبابي
أُكَلِّمُ أولادَ حارتِنا
ولو عن كتابِ
ليبلغَ ذلك أُمي، فتقسو عليَّ
وأسخرُ مما يسمّى وفاءً
بقدرِ معاناة أُمّي الوفيّةْ
تعيشُ بذكرى أبي ميّتًا مثل هنديّةٍ وثنيّةْ
فأُمّي القيودُ، ورجعيّةُ العصرِ
والقهرُ والقمعُ والقبليّةْ.
وها صرتُ أُمًّا لأُمٍّ
وأُمّي امتدادُ الشرائع فيَّ
فأُمّي التي حملتني شهورًا
وأحملها كلَّ عمري استَحالَتْ ضميري
إذا ما تَويتُ تَغِلُّ يديَّ
فأستغفرُ الله من سوء نيَّةْ
سلامٌ لأُمّي التي علَّمتني بقسوتها
كيف أمشي على الشوكِ
أو أتمدّدُ فوق المسامير
قادرةً
لا ضحيَّةْ.

- لميعة عباس عمارة

قصصها وهي تعاكس الشعراء (أو يعاكسوها) يمكن أشهر من قصائدها😂

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فأُمّي التي حملتني شهورًا
وأحملها كلَّ عمري استَحالَتْ ضميري
إذا ما تَويتُ تَغِلُّ يديَّ
فأستغفرُ الله من سوء نيَّةْ

The mechanical means of killing people that had been employed in WWII, and the fearsome displays of technological might that had been witnessed – the firebombs at Dresden, the gas-ovens of the concentration camps, the atomic bombs unleashed on Japan – established powerfully and finally that ‘science and industry do decide wars’. And this seemed further to convince him in his apocalyptic view that the end of mankind was the consequence of replacing the spirit with the machine, of turning away from God and placing our trust in scientific ‘progress’.

He felt himself to share exactly the faults characteristic of our age, and to need the same remedy: faith and love. And just as our age finds belief in God impossible, so he too found that he could not pray: ‘it’s as though my knees were stiff.’

- The Duty Of Genius (a biography of Ludwig Wittgenstein)

Everything about the place repels me. The stiffness, the artificiality, the self-satisfaction of the people. The university atmosphere nauseates me.

- Ludwig Wittgenstein

Some people love to be drunk on thoughts and words

The world is too complex and incomprehensible for us humans to deal with it that even the smartest of us struggle with it. So we always try to reduce it by creating some "theory" or "philosophy" that tries to explain the world, or more specifically, EXPLAIN AWAY the incomprehensible, the unexplainable, and the crippling aspects of life.

‘Do you know what it is all men most need? Him who commands great things.
‘To perform great things is difficult: but more difficult is to command great things.
‘This is the most unpardonable thing about you: You have the power and you will not rule.’
And I answered: ‘I lack the lion’s voice for command.’
Then again something said to me as in a whisper: ‘It is the stillest words which bring the storm. Thoughts that come on doves’ feet guide the world.

- Thus Spoke Zarathustra

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It is returning, at last it is coming home to me – my own Self and those parts of it that have long been abroad and scattered among all things and accidents.

But the night at this height was cold and dear and bright with stars.