Classic Man

Classic Man

They say I am a classic man. They say I am afraid to venture into new genres and styles because I am too classic. They say that I love classical music because through its rigorous measures and rules lie the true colors of my character. They say I love classic...
Who Are You

Who Are You

  I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell! They’d banish us; you know! How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog To tell one’s name the livelong day To an admiring bog!   Emily Dickinson - I Am Nobody  Who...
Unidentification

Unidentification

One may look at the word “unidentification,” and wonder what it may mean. We usually need the opposite meaning, which aims at unlocking the real identity of unidentified things or people. But humans were never after reversing this process; once something is...
What Have We Left You to Live

What Have We Left You to Live

O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found our thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake - The Sick Rose What Have We Left You to Live O Rose thou art sick! O nature thou...
The Elections in Lebanon

The Elections in Lebanon

The same charade goes on and on
every time there are elections in Lebanon;
they want my vote—
I say, as a responsible citizen,

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