[Reader-list] Account almost in verses of a trip to Lebanon

[Inder Salim]

To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong about other countries.
Aldous Huxley

Dear Francesca

Lebeonon or other such sound which people remember and pass on for
ages, perhaps attain a volume for a traveler to touch to see, and to
add...

with your words on your trip to Lebenon, i saw few pebbles arranged,
neatly, like people of a different place, in groups of four or five,
whispering their own accounts, while showing us their backs. we were
listening to a guide, as if in the guise of a friend, or a lover, a
sister, a driver... i have never never been to Lebenon, but

But i see you, you whispered back, metaphysically to them, and and
they smiled back, you saw it in a flash.

and there was nothing more to add, beyond that exchange. Afterall the
traveller comes to see, more than to touch...

The ressidents , or the occupants or the inheritors of the history of
a place often let us see, and smile on the travellers incpacity to
touch: the cutures of others

In your words i see a spontaenous urge to touch the texture of the
stone called Labenon. Even the inhabitants who often brush their backs
to over come a sweet itch cant tell the form and the detail of the
texture of the stone which cant be measured,

. The stone has water inside and people are moving in a out of it like
wind does through the leaves of a tree. But for the traveller, like
Francesca, there must be an urge to become one amongst the rest while
moving in a car, or in a bus which is for poor. The time shrinks stops
for such a  traveller, and lets her experience that real bit for a
moment. sometimes you find a door to enter, to  transform into some
inward pimple ofthe memory frame, and sometimes that oozes out like
the verses ...or verse like,

on seeing and touching thing, i was once amazed to experience the
difference between the seeing a  touching of skin of a snake.
Seeing-wise it looked like a fish, but touch-wise it was bird. the
function of eyes is limited, as limited as a touching without seeing.

at one level there is no relationship between seeing and touching of a
thing, as the dynamics of the both functions radically differnently in
differnet time-space movements.

i see some illusions vital to life and to the knowing of the other,

you are poet who travles not to write a poem but to touch the seeing
of  other, people, country,,,


with love
is








On Tue, Jun 9, 2009 at 2:00 PM, francesca recchia<kiccovich at yahoo.com> wrote:
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> BEIRUT
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> Appearance and forgetfulness
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> Bullet holes on the walls recall the war
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> Living by the day forgets the past
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> The signs of religion design identity
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> The signs of religion hide identity
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> Veiled bodies and underdressed bodies sit one next to the other
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> Buses are for poor people
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> Old houses: wounded and abandoned
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> New towers: glass steel concrete
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> Many buildings look like old ladies with too much make up
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> Time to arrive, time to leave: excess gives little space for thinking and understanding
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> TYRE
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> Looking for the Phoenicians
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> When you sleep in a lighthouse, the sound of the waves rocks you into sleep and wakes you up
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> Palestine is not far away
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> The fisherman Toni has big, tanned hands and cooks fish by the sea
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> Carrots in water lemon and salt keep company to beer and sunset
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> Sun burnt skin gives a sense of freedom
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> United Nation troops are in Tyre to keep the peace
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> United Nation troops are in Tyre to keep an eye on Israel
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> SIDON
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> There are few traces of the Phoenicians left
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> A hill of seashells is all we have to be reminded of the myth of the purple dye
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> Crusaders built castles into the sea
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> Lebanon is the land of Adonis, who was also called Tammuz or Eshmoun
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> Eshmoun is Melqart’s brother. It seems that they both liked to eat children
>
> Archeological
> sites are the background of clandestine romantic dates: hands touch,
> lips get closer and closer, a hijiab is lifted by the wind
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> ON THE WAY TO BEITTEDINE
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> A
> couple as ancient as time bake manakheesh on the side of the road: he
> has blue eyes; her hands and back are bent by the efforts
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> ZAHLE
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> A traffic-less crossroad
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> An old woman in a young body runs a hotel where time stopped too long ago
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> In the vineyards of Ksara in the 1800s a Jesuit chases a fox that steals his chickens and discovers ancient underground tunnels
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> AANJAR
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> Umayyad dynasty ruled for one hundred years and then the Abbasids defeated them
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> BAALBEC
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> Grey lizards look like small dinosaurs
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> Hezbollah and Jean Cocteau
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> Gigantic stones and yellow and green flags
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> francesca recchia
> kiccovich at yahoo.com
> it +39 338 166 3648
> iq +964 (0) 750 7085 681
> http://www.veleno.tv/bollettini/
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