Stone literature Middle east


This is the eighth day of self-stone inside the house, thank God on this balcony and all balconies. I remember those who spent their lifetime sitting on their backs and making their world a few walls. One of them was Marcel Proust, France’s most famous writer. Prost had asthma, he could not open the window of his room full of thick curtains. The young man realized that the sterile room was a lifelong rule, so he looked for his means of strength: memory.
He would remember and write “In Search of the Lost Time”, which would become the masterpiece of the French novel and one of the masterpieces of world literature. If our lives are moving, then the memory is in place. This is how he struggled with seconds and details, unaware that the outcome would constitute one of the most important works in the literature of the symbol, in all languages ​​of the world.
The important thing was two things: to remember and to write. Short sentences and long sentences. One of which was 365 words. In another, an expanded description of a napkin at the dining table, and from what fabric was made. Or the sound of water passing through the building. Then he enters spiritual and psychological reflections on all thoughts. All of this is grabbed by Prost with its beautiful rhythmic style. Not only did he realize that he was providing a superior material for world literature, but his novel turned into a subject of study by psychologists and neuroscientists.
Lying on the bed of diseases, the epic poet Paul Salama (Eid Al Riyadh) also lived. For years he saw only the ceiling of the room, however, he writes poetry, prose and fun philosophical study, as in his book “The Struggle in Existence.” Like Proust, memory was the most important possessions he possessed. He returned to her letter by letter and by day. From his room, or quarry, he recovered the scenes of the lost time and made them major literary works, such as “Memoirs of a Wounded” and “The Story of Omar” and “From My balcony”, which are all parts of a biography until the age of thirty-five, when a health accident took him while he was doing his job. A judge in the city of Tripoli.
What do you call that? Literature stone, literature of solitude, literature of loneliness, literature of families? Prisons have also given great manners, especially in politics: Russian Solzhenitsyn, Nazim Hikmat al-Turki, Dostoyevsky, and many who have lost their time in narrow walls and behind windows that cannot be opened, either by subjugation of disease or by chaos. And Arab works are not counted in this regard, as if prisons are a condition for the novel and the memoirs.


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