Salma Harak

“غافلها،
وهي تجهز الطعام في المطبخ،
ومات.
كعادته.
لا يأخذ رأيها أبدًا
في أي خطوة يقدم عليها.”
― عماد أبو صالح, عجوز تؤلمه الضحكات

“إن الذي يبدأ بفتح مروحة الذاكرة لن يصل أبدا إلى نهاية أجزائها. لن ترضيه صورة واحدة لأنه يرى بأنها يمكن أن تنفتح أكثر فأكثر والحقيقة تستقر في طياتها فقط.”
― Sinan Antoon, فهرس

“Religion does not help me. The faith that others give to what is unseen, I give to what one can touch, and look at.

My gods dwell in temples made with hands; and within the circle of actual experience is my creed made perfect and complete: too complete, it may be, for like many or all of those who have placed their heaven in this earth, I have found in it not merely the beauty of heaven, but the horror of hell also.

When I think about religion at all, I feel as if I would like to found an order for those who cannot believe: the Confraternity of the Faithless, one might call it, where on an altar, on which no taper burned, a priest, in whose heart peace had no dwelling, might celebrate with unblessed bread and a chalice empty of wine.

Every thing to be true must become a religion. And agnosticism should have its ritual no less than faith. It has sown its martyrs, it should reap its saints, and praise God daily for having hidden Himself from man.

But whether it be faith or agnosticism, it must be nothing external to me. Its symbols must be of my own creating. Only that is spiritual which makes its own form.

If I may not find its secret within myself, I shall never find it: if I have not got it already, it will never come to me.”
― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

“قد يكون الوتر
في النهاية
مجرد وتر
يواسي أشلاء الشجر
المصلوبة في جسد العود
أو يحن الى وتر آخر
مصلوب
في عود بعيد!”
― Sinan Antoon, ليل واحد في كل المدن