Mélancolie que me veux-tu ?
Le tonnerre qui s’écrase sur mon pavé d’argent
Éclate l’armure qui contenait mon âme…
Et elle court abattue, furieuse et fugace
Vers un horizon isolé pour réclamer sa flamme.
Etourdie sans répit elle plie et elle casse
Le rai souple et ludique qui vient distraire son passage
Car ce n’est que la nuit au fond des ténèbres
Qui abrite le philtre rédempteur d’un étincelant calvaire.
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"Intoxication Légitime" or "Legitimate Intoxication" is a physiological state produced by poison or other toxic substances resulting in a temporary state of elation beyond the bounds of sobriety recognized as lawful due to the extraordinary circumstances of events...
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Why would a vigilant skeptic board recklessly a hazardous blogosphere?
The story starts on the day I stumbled into a mandatory school assignment my last semester at the Harvard Kennedy School. Were it not for the academic obligations of “The Arts of Communication”, I doubt I would have voluntarily wandered off to a junction somewhere between electronic self-deprivation and self-affirmation.
However, as I will be spending the next few months exploring this new peculiar habitat, I thought I would refurbish my galactic cubicle with familiar words, anecdotes and images from my first home (Seclusion) in addition to some suave academically charged scripts I will attempt to generate (course obligation obliges…) as the semester progresses.
The title, “Intoxication Légitime”, is a non-arbitrary combination that accrues from the paradoxical choices I once embraced, the controversial dilemmas I failed to relinquish, and the hazy circumstances I craved; for I am the product of a highly sophisticated troubled Lebanese society that has simultaneously shaped and shattered, dictated and inspired, sheltered and relegated my perceptions, ambitions and beliefs as I stroll through the solitary highway of life…
However, as I will be spending the next few months exploring this new peculiar habitat, I thought I would refurbish my galactic cubicle with familiar words, anecdotes and images from my first home (Seclusion) in addition to some suave academically charged scripts I will attempt to generate (course obligation obliges…) as the semester progresses.
The title, “Intoxication Légitime”, is a non-arbitrary combination that accrues from the paradoxical choices I once embraced, the controversial dilemmas I failed to relinquish, and the hazy circumstances I craved; for I am the product of a highly sophisticated troubled Lebanese society that has simultaneously shaped and shattered, dictated and inspired, sheltered and relegated my perceptions, ambitions and beliefs as I stroll through the solitary highway of life…
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