Hi dear Eward,
I know one of your daily habits it to staying by the window for hours,
I wonder how some of the words in the previous sentence feel strange.
Habit!
Staying!
Window!
Watching people of the city from the small window of the room! People who you still love, with all of their terrible behavior, with all of the wrong they may do to each other. Yet you are not a ‘down to earth intellectual’, not if you can’t be, but rather you didn’t want to be. ‘Being’ was not important for you, and it was not your problem.
How difficult is the ‘becoming’, traveling from ‘-being’ into ‘becoming’.
Dear Edward! Harmonies of the shared-minds, in the Post-Orientalism situation won’t forget your resistance and how you stand.
But, the word ‘standing’ is a weighty word!
The great Iranian poet ‘Shamloo’ has expressed somewhere between the lines: “Search your immortality within your humanity”.
You may ask ‘how?’. I think by insisting on the singular subject. Then where is the singular subject? It may be behind a window in its timelessness and placelessness situation. When will it knock on the window-pane? We should faithfully wait for it. An event does not have an introduction, it won’t wait to be welcomed, and won’t wait for others to feel welcome about it. They construct their own sound block directly and without anything in between. It duplicates its own sound-chains, so what is the prerequisite for it?
I think the word ‘habit’ in the following sentence should turn into a verb “to stay by the window of habits”.
Oh! Edward, the board of university professors prefer the words in the rusty situations compared to the multiplied situations. They can’t even imagine for a moment, about how the meaning and reality of the ‘words’ can be in the new multiplied situations, nevermind!
What is the form that you imagine for the post-orientalism window? What is it made of? And its color, what about its height? How is its handle and hinges?
Details of a constructed word is as important as the word ‘window’ itself. If it doesn’t have the correct structure, the glass on the window-pane will crack, yes Edward, it is true, for the both windows! And there is no difference, if that window is inside Prost’s ‘In search of the lost time’ or the window of our next-door neighbor woman’s kitchen.
What do you think about the material that the ‘window of habits’ has been made up of? Is that one of those wooden windows that releases a scent of wood when it is damped by the rain drops? Or is it a thin glass-window, covered in dust? Or maybe it is a gray metal window that has survived since the ancient era?
I have found one of these liberation windows, similar to the situation of the captain of a ship that docked in a secure port for days, in an exhibition with the title of ‘Windows’ by Simon Goldring, Edward. We can sit next to it and stare at his ‘windows’ for days and days.
He is from Spain. You can see a trace of a great lack and grief on his face. Lack of colors on his visage signifies an innocence that is no less similar to the color pigments on his color palette.
Habit!
Standing!
Window!
There are all truly strange words Edward!
Attached with his letter, I will send you four pieces by Simon. Maybe the first morning breeze of liberty, starts to dance and sing through these windows and in the Post-Orientalism situation.
Stricken by habit,
Standing with no more choices,
Bound to constraints,
Next to the window of habit.
You small friend,
Ehsan Saboohi,
May 13th, 2023.
Translated and edited by Soheil Soheili.
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