Amal Dunqul and his silence is thick with words – Illuminations

Modernity and capitalism produced the person who suited them, and the state created him for it through the tools of education and training on utilitarianism and narcissistic thinking.Which led to this moment and emptied it of its sympathetic, cultural, temporary, existential and even metaphysical content, and therefore nothing remains for that moment except the relationship of bodies, and bodies are eventually bored, or asceticism in another body that has grown weary.

“Heba Raouf Ezzat”: From the introduction to the book “Liquid Love” by Zygmunt Baumann.

This text can be used as an introduction to reading Amal Dunqul’s poem “Diary of a Young Old Man” published in 1967. This poem, unlike Amal Dunqul’s revolutionary poems, which is dominated by a satirical political character, is a poem that talks about a social problem, and it is a poem about love in the era of fluid modernity Where love is doctrines, transcendence and Platonism, and turn into an expression of desire and sexual lust, and we move from the stories of Qays and Laila, the stories of love in its highest metaphysical and transcendental meanings, to the stories of the lives of celebrities and artists full of betrayal and lack of commitment, driven by desires and driven by desires, and marriage twists – Which are supposed to be the culmination and victory of love – to a state of loss of passion, death of desire for the other, desire that mixes so much with love, love becomes a metaphor for desire and lust in practice, and no wonder it is so widely used in our time, the age of the commodi fiction of love, an expression “making love” is a synonym for “having sex.”

Amal Dunqul says:

Since we – over the wall – hung medals of eagerness
She stretches the posture on the balcony
And today!
She said my vocal cords worry her when I sleep!
You are alone in the room!

This is how love dies. It’s a “suspension of medals of greed,” and at the moment when the greed is quenched, each party seeks an excuse to flee from the other, even if the excuse is “his vocal cords worry me when I sleep. ”

Diary of a young adult

The poem, which consists of 13 syllables, begins with the same stanza as it ends.It is a poem “without head or tail,” in the words of the French poet “Charles Baudelaire,” or that his head is his tail. He strives to bring back his extinguished passion for life in his heart (the world in my heart is dead) by inciting his desire (I let him drink the wine of desire), referring to this world that exists from eternal consuming desires, where man is a consumer led by desire, this desire that he does not know the truth The essence of it, he does not follow his true desires, but rather artificial desires that produce and spread capitalism through of his means (advertising, media and fashion), and the person without desire is not only a person who tweets outside the herd, but is a dead man by the standards of the century, just like the hero of the poem.

In the second track, we meet his girlfriend, girlfriend or lover, a girl with wild desires. On the day she walks with him, she tells him about her desires to get married in the summer, in a five-star hotel overlooking a river, where she can go out and sail on her elegant yacht. But she spends her evenings in amusement parks and discos, moving from arm to arm.

Here this clear contradiction emerges in the character of the hero of the poem. The hero is a “man without qualities” who is almost without desire, a hermit and a hermit who knows nothing but his shadow.

in the street
I meet – in the morning light – with my bright shadow
Shake hands .. with feet!

Even his only friend he knows turns out to be a non-existent being.He goes to him one night and knocks so hard on his door that the neighbors open their doors to find out the reason for this violent knock, but there is no answer from his friend, perhaps because he is not there.

As for the girl, in full contrast to him, a wild girl with furious desires, although she loves him and tries to be a suitable girl for marriage, but the world of desires controls her, she can not stop him from to control her, and Dunqul shows us that the relationship between them is almost dead from the beginning.They stay in two separate rooms, and when he enters she or she is doing embroidery, or through her window to the fries to watch, and as he went to his room to listen to her cheat on him, her suspicious calls, her faint giggles, her careless mumbling, and then the rustling of her dress as she was about to leave when night fell dawn.

When you’re with me
come alone
in my house!

One day she tells him she’s pregnant, we do not know about him or anyone else. He decides to take her to the doctor for an abortion, but the doctor refuses and condemns, telling him that abortion is forbidden by law, so the lovers have no choice but to marry for fear of scandal.

Marriage or marriage

In the tenth section we read paragraphs from this marriage, which is similar to a funeral, because marriage in the era of flowing modernity is synonymous with the death of desire. Desire is free and angry and is not limited by anything.

Freud said that the development of civilizations depends on the ability of people to control their conscious and unconscious desires, and in this sense marriage is the system that achieves civilization, as it is based on the sacrifice of desire in exchange for security and stability. Nothing moves. a person but his conscious and unconscious desires, which are controlled by the institutions and businessmen of capitalist countries?

On the wedding night … in the weary glow
She kept turning in the faces her shiny triumphant face
And when we were alone – in the thick silence of words
I stroked the ring on her left finger … Then my shyness shrank!
I told her, “What a beautiful party.”
I knock on the smile of the two dimples and facial features
And when I touched it: his limbs froze
I ran away!
As if she had never tasted love … She had no sighs in her chest

In these verses the poet shows us many images that make us feel the misery of the marriage ceremony, this “tired glow”, “the wordless silence,” this fear and mistrust between the two lovers who are married, as if they had just known each other, and the bride who was a sensual girl. Uncontrollably, she now appears to us as a chaste girl who is ashamed when her husband takes her hand, “as if she had not tasted love and no sighs had been lifted in her breast.”

It is a soulless marriage, foretelling its dissolution before his arrival, and so there is no escape to turn this marriage into hell, which happens when the spouses hang up the medals of eagerness, and infiltrate the monotony and boredom in their lives, and the poet offers us a scene from this boring daily life of the spouses; The woman pours her “lukewarm” tea into cups, and her daily persistent gossip begins as she bakes back her neighbors, while the man “blinds” his eyes to the newspaper he is reading, and when she notices that her husband is not listening to her . , she pulls the newspaper hard from him, and the scene ends.

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