Tag Archives: Alisar’s art
What does it mean to Syria and to the world if Assad stays
1. Breaking the spirit of Syria and destroying its will. 2. Putting the seal of approval on the claim that all has been in vain, that all is lost: the dreams, the idealistic aspirations , the quest for emancipation and … Continue reading
Art is Civilization and a civilizing discipline: The Angel of the Trumpet
I must remember that I am an artist. I must remember my paintings, my etchings, my ceramics and my glass sculptures. The sorrows of Syria, the irredeemably harrowing o pain of the children of Syria and my bearing witness to them have almost severed my life-giving relationship … Continue reading
Out of the Chrysalis
Sometimes I close my eyes and try to recollect the person I was before the coming of pain, before my life became an open register of suffering, not my own suffering but the suffering of others, which inevitably took on … Continue reading
As the phoenix rises
Were it not that Syria is hanging round my neck Like the albatross of the Ancient mariner Were it not that Syria was shot in the heart Were it not that the owl will not call my name As … Continue reading
Broken Wings
When Gibran Khalil Gibran wrote his poetic novel Broken Wings, Syria and Lebanon were in the grip of a dream and latent aspirations for change, social, political and spiritual. The novel is a long anguished and climactic cry of a … Continue reading
Art: the tortured soul between slavery and ecstasy
Though be pain, suffering and baptism by fire, the blue rainbow is waiting and there will be freedom and emancipation. Let us imagine that breaking from our chains is but the dance of the tortured soul between slavery and ecstasy. … Continue reading
Above me, the stars
There is no mercy in the heart of man but he cannot extinguish the light of the stars ©Alisar Iram
Comment in poetry on the death of children by the chemical attack
They are there under the trees crying They are there not up the trees laughing Among the apples and the olives because They are there piercing the dominion of death sobbing, Death itself cradling the newborn and the infants lamenting … Continue reading
Are they bombing cities or are they bombing our souls: the heroism of annihilating your citizens with Scud missiles
Cities of smoke Smouldering burning Blazing In a configuration Of stone concrete steel And human flesh Cities of rubble debris wreckage Of rubbish and broken homes Pasted with remains With the white bones of children Cities crackling baking … Continue reading
Destruction and the poet: The Garden of Gethseman
The Garden of Gethsemane What have I to do with pain and suffering I who was born to dance with the spheres? Yet in the garden of Gethsemane I find myself awaiting the inevitable, Praying to a silent remote God … Continue reading