Yasmeen

“في مدن العزلة
أختار هواءً مرئيّاً كي يصحبَني
أبتكر له ظلاً
وأدرّب قدميه على موسيقى الخطواتْ
نتحدث كغريبين عن الطقس المعتم
ونفكر في فصل لا يأتي
.. أو في عاصمةٍ للحلم
تلاحقنا أشباح الوقت
وفي أيديها ساعات موقوتةْ
نتجاهلها
ونسير على أرصفة اللحظة
.. حذرَين
لكي لا نخطئ
وندوس على قدم غريب يتوسطنا
كي لا نخطئ ..
وندوس على قدم الموتْ !”
― محمد الضبع, صياد الظل

“I know you, I know you. You're the only serious person in the room, aren't you, the only one who understands, and you can prove it by the fact that you've never finished a single thing in your life. You're the only well-educated person, because you never went to college, and you resent education, you resent social ease, you resent good manners, you resent success, you resent any kind of success, you resent God, you resent Christ, you resent thousand-dollar bills, you resent Christmas, by God, you resent happiness, you resent happiness itself, because none of that's real. What is real, then? Nothing's real to you that isn't part of your own past, real life, a swamp of failures, of social, sexual, financial, personal...spiritual failure. Real life. You poor bastard. You don't know what real life is, you've never been near it. All you have is a thousand intellectualized ideas about life. But life? Have you ever measured yourself against anything but your own lousy past? Have you ever faced anything outside yourself? Life! You poor bastard.”
― William Gaddis, The Recognitions

“في بعض الأحيان قد تكون الحقيقة واضحة كالشمس; ولكن من شدة وضوحها لا نستطيع النظر إليها”
― منذر القباني, حكومة الظل

“يُؤَجِلُ الله أُمنِيَاتِنا, ولا يَنسَاها”
― محمد حسن علوان, سقف الكفاية