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Saturday, April 23, 2011

الثورة











أحب شوشانا
لكنها تحب الثورة
--
I love Shoshana, but she loves revolution.

4 comments:

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Lovely picture. :-D

Ben said...

In one line, Montag, you have conjured up a whole mystery. But I suppose the "unraveling" of the mystery lies right there in that line. I'd love to know who Shoshanna is (is she Susie too that you told about in your poem?, whether she is a real person or a sort of symbol for something, and whether there is (if she is a person) a sort of unrequited love from the past. Or if she is a symbol, she might link you to "Revolution". So you love her and she loves Revolution, and therefore, through her you also love Revolution.

I suppose that last musing I just mentioned derives partly from people to Jesus to God, and so forth.

Ben

Ben said...

Oh, my mind muses and leaps hither and thither. From your poem: "Susan is an desert shaman". I thought perhaps you might have traveled and seen and interacted with some of these different cultures and tribes at one point or another, and even been shown by Susan / Shoshanna some of the shamanic qualities. However, the last stanza: "Susan welcomes revolution;
in month of Tammuz:
reflections in eternity,
encased in Persian mastic
as an ant
encased in amber:
but not we
who east of Paradise must live until all men be free!"

Puts me in mind of a symbolic reference and Susan / Shoshanna is a symbol for times changing...or perhaps she is real...

It could be either way. It's quite suspenseful...and I might be on the wrong track entirely too!

Ben

Montag said...

This particular Susie came mysteriously, and I'm not sure how to describe it.
Revolution frightens me, but I am trying to overcome my fear, since I think it will be in our futures.

She seems like a goddess at times, I'll grant you that. The month of Nisan and April are in the Spring, but Tammuz is in the Summer, and it indicates the future of these spring revolutions... whatever that future may be. Tammuz is also Adonis or Dumuzi, a dying and reviving god, and suitable for the Easter seasons.......

The poem makes me happy and puts my fears to rest; beyond that, it is a mystery.