These days I can hardly concentrate on anything except the humans and their primary rights to be on the earth: freedom. I can't read books, just looking for a well-established context in a well-shaped form anymore. The only fact I am concerned with is Humanity. I don't know how freedom tastes and smells, because I've never experienced it, but at least I have figured out how to fight for it since the beginning of presidential election aftermath in Iran. These days watching Head on and The Edge of Heaven by Fatih Akin, Vengo by Tony Gatlif, Listening to the extraterrestrial voice of Yasmin Levy and reading Llosa, Kundera and Ibsen presses my spirit: how they can give such a comprehensible, concrete and touchable feeling of humanity! Don't worry! We can feel them easily; not only because they are the prophets of their world, but especially because we are on the same track; because once in their world, we can identify ourselves with the tortured personages who are deprived of their liberty in a world where the respect for humanity has been stifled.
Sometimes we hear a lot of a writer, we see the tributes pouring around them all around the world, but we put off discovering their globe. Ibsen is one of these masters. I blame myself for figuring out his humanistic world so late. Such a great importance to the humanity's freedom! I'm not a specialist of New Novel but I've read so many of them, and at least I've worked on it as my M.A thesis. But honestly I understood nothing of it. Please tell me what the hell it means that art can stand on its own feet? Can't you feel that in our world nothing can be considered alone and there's an interaction between all the things? Don't you think that literature has a responsibility toward humanity? Of course my thoughts are due to the situation which we're living in Iran. But any way, I believe that not only literature but also other arts should help us see the reality of being human and being free. And I admire Ibsen for his sense of responsibility to reflect a cold world from where freedom has gone away. In Ibsen's plays nobody can make an acceptable decision when being in a prison and their primary rights restrained: Ellida in the Lady from the sea, Regina in Ghosts, and Dr.Stockmann in The enemy of people are looking for their lost freedom out of their family and the corrupt world made by the politicians. Who cares about your rights and liberty? Your family or your pretended-democratic government? Nobody except yourself. Having been aware of their power to get rid of all the yokes foisted on them, these characters start fighting for their beliefs and freedom, and find a way to get out of the limbo. This is the life which dawns on them.
سلام به عزیز ترین عزیزها V
وبلاگتون عالی من که خیلی حال میکنم.