Freedom Is A Complex Meaning
April 13th, 2007
I write in fragments:
1- Freedom doesn’t exist as an exterior phenomena to me, it exists when I feel it as an interior to myself.
2- So no one can give me my Freedom, until I discover it in my inner self.
3- Freedom is a complex concept. It’s complexity exists before the presence of “the other”.
4- I fasten myself in my habits. I fasten myself in my believes. I fasten myself in my desires and my intents. I’m a prisoner of myself.
5- I’m a prisoner of myself, a prisoner of my language, the language which bears the weight of history, the shadow of “the other”.
6- The complexity grows when I feel “the other”, whatever as a present or absent. I fasten him/her with all my intents, with all my believes. Also with my language.
7- I’m not free about my desires toward you. You too. It’s the authority, the certainty of our presence. The reality is another prison. A prison with the shadows of impossibles. The bitterness of possibles. We live in monologues. We lives in monolife. We are isles.
8- The complexity grows when I feel “the other”. “The other” as concepts and Ideas. “The other” as mankind. Concepts like governments, society, and history. Also mankind like lovers, beloveds… .
9- Concepts are the abstracts of us. The abstracts which reflect the light and the darkness of us who are its Concretion.
Now let’s talk about freedom.
You are right when you say: Without your freedom, there is no true freedom in this world. But it’s too difficult for mankind.
When you shake your hands, something in the history changes. I think it has no meaning when we say: try to free the others.
As a poetical and philosophical concept, I don’t believe that you can help me. No one can help me but myself. No one can help you but yourself.
But our shadows live in concepts, the concept of society, the concept of government. And you are right in this cosmos, the non-existent cosmos.
It was forbidden for my Master too, for about 15 years, no books of him could be appeared. A forbidden meaning.
There’s friends who published his works abroad.
It is not possible for me to publish my works in my land, because I write in the crystal of Despair. I write in the madness of Eros…
There are friends who publish my works abroad.
Yes, but they are my shadow, they are our shadows. I try to clear my shadow.
Freedom is a complex meaning.
by Mohsen Emadi
Poet/translator
Tehran, Iran
