Amal Dunqul and her silence are thick with words – Illuminations

Modernity and capitalism have produced the right person for them, and the state has created it for them through the tools of education and education in utilitarianism and narcissistic thinking. Which leads to this moment and the emptiness of its sympathetic, cultural, temporal, existential and even metaphysical character. content, and therefore nothing remains for that moment except the relationship of the bodies, and the bodies end up getting bored, or the asceticism in another body that has gotten tired.

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

This text can serve as an introduction to the reading of Amal Dunqul’s poem “Diary of a young old man” published in 1967. This poem, unlike the revolutionary poems of Amal Dunqul, which is dominated by a satirical political character, is a poem about a social issue, and it’s a poem about love in the age of fluid modernity. Where love abandons its teachings, transcendence and platonicism, and turns into an expression of desire and sexual lust, and we move from the stories of Qays and Laila, the stories of love in its metaphysical and transcendental meanings the highest, to the stories of celebrity and artist lives full of betrayal and lack of commitment, which are controlled by desires and driven by desires, and marriage spins – Which is supposed to be the culmination and the victory of love – to a state of loss of passion, death of the desire of the other, of desire that is so intertwined with love, love becomes a metaphor for desire and lust in practice , and it’s no wonder it’s used so much in our time, the age of the commodification of love, a phrase “making love” is synonymous with “having sex”.

Amal Dunqul says:

Since we hung – above the wall – medals of ardor
She prolongs the pose on the balcony
And today!
She said my vocal cords bother her when I sleep!
You are alone in the room!

This is how love dies, it is a “suspension of the eagerness medals”, and the moment the eagerness dies out, each looks for an excuse to run away from the other, even if the excuse is “his vocal chords 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 to his heart his extinguished passion for life (the world of my heart is dead) by stirring up his desire (I make him drink the wine of desire), in reference to this world made up of perpetual and devouring desires , where man is a consumer driven by desire, this desire of which he does not know the truth Its essence, he does not follow his true desires, but rather artificial desires that capitalism manufactures and diffuses by its means (advertisements, media and fashion), and the Desireless Person is not just a person who tweets outside the herd, but is a dead person by the standards of the time, just like the hero of the poem.

In the second clip, we meet his girlfriend, girlfriend, or lover, a girl with crazy desires. During 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 sleek yacht. But she spends her evenings in amusement parks and discos, and moves from arm to arm.

Here, this stark contradiction appears in the character of the hero of the poem: the hero is a “man without qualities” almost devoid of desire, a recluse and a recluse who knows only his shadow.

In the street
I meet – in the morning light – with my luminous shadow
Shake hands… with your feet!

Even his only friend he knows seems to be a non-existent being. He goes to his house one evening and knocks on his door so loudly that the neighbors open their doors to find out the reason for this violent knock, but there is no response from him. his friend, maybe because he’s not there.

As for the girl, in complete contrast to him, a wild girl with raging desires, although she loves him and tries to be a suitable girl for marriage, but the world of desires controls her, she cannot. prevent her from controlling her, and Dunqul shows us that the relationship between them was almost dead from the start. They live in two separate rooms, and if he enters, she pretends to be busy embroidering, or looking out her window at the frieze, and when he goes to her room, he listens to her cheating on him, her suspicious calls , her giggles, her carefree mumblings, then the rustle of her dress as she prepares to leave at night.

when you are with me
be alone
In my house!

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

Marriage or conclusion

In the tenth section, we read paragraphs of this marriage which is akin to a funeral, for marriage in the era of fluid modernity is synonymous with the death of desire, desire is free and raging and is not limited by nothing.

Freud said that the development of civilizations depends on the ability of humans to control their conscious and unconscious desires, and in this sense, marriage is the system that achieves civilization, because it is based on the sacrifice of desire in exchange for security and stability. a person but his conscious and unconscious desires, which are controlled by the institutions and businessmen of the capitalist countries?

The wedding night… in the tired glow
She kept turning in the faces her bright and victorious countenance
And when we were alone – in the thick silence of words
I caressed the ring on her left finger… Then my shyness faded!
I said, “What a great party.”
I tapped on the smile of the two dimples and lines
And when I touched him: 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 nuptial ceremony, that “weary glow”, “the wordless silence”, that apprehension and mistrust between the two lovers who have married, as if they had just been married. knew each other, and the bride who was a sensual girl. Unruly, she now appears to us as a chaste girl who is ashamed when her husband touches her hand, “as if she had tasted no love and no sigh had risen in her bosom.”

It’s a soulless marriage, predicting its dissolution before it arrives, and so there’s no escaping turning this marriage into hell, which happens when the spouses hang the medals of eagerness, and monotony and boredom seep into their lives, and the poet presents us with a scene from this boring everyday life of married couples; The wife pours her “lukewarm” tea into cups, and her daily, persistent gossip begins as she slanders her neighbours, while the husband “blinds” her eyes with the newspaper he is reading, and when she notices that her husband does not listen to her, she pulls the newspaper hard and the scene ends.

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