La nuit flambe, un rayon bondit
Les murs tremblent au retentissement de midi
Dans un brouillard dense de fumée et de rage
La ville se fige conciliant son passage
Le martyr tire son ultime révérence
La douleur essore un souffle qui étrangle
Au creux du crépuscule, se dissipe son image
Une marée pourpre inonde son visage
Il tombe, il chavire, un tourbillon le ronge
La vitre se brise, le ciment se prolonge
Au loin la cloche du quartier retentit
Avisant la chute du sien qui périt
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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…
2 comments:
Chere Y.,
je ne te savais pas poete,
illustratrice du monde
a coup de belles images.
"Le cement qui se prolonge"
C'est beau, je te comprends
et je t'en remercie.
Joyeux A.
P.
Pedro a rasion; tu as du talent Yalda cherie...
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