اختلال

 

باور نکنید شاعران «شگفتی» باشند

شعر، یک اختلال روانیست

که علائمش را در قالب واژه ها بروز می دهد.

غدّه ی بدخیمیست که در روح رشد می کند.

 

آن ها که نمی توانند خود را با جامعه شان وفق دهند،

عجیب فکر می کنند و افکار دیگران را غریب می بینند، به آن دچارند.

امّا لزوماً تمامشان شعر نمی گویند.

و لزوماً هر که شعر می گوید بیمار نیست

 

سه گروه اند:

بیمارانی که شعر می گویند

بیمارانی که شعر نمی گویند

و آن هایی که خودشان را به بیماری زده اند... .

 

آریا صلاحی

 

Don't take poets to be a wonder!

Poetry is but a mental disorder the symptoms of which are exposed in the guise of words،

A malignant tumor which grows in soul

And one who can't adopt himself to his own society،

who thinks in a peculiar way and takes other peoples thought to be odd is stricken

But everyone affected does not necessarily compose poetry

and every poet is not necessarily affected

There are three groups:

The affected who compose poetry

The affected who don't compose poetry

And the non-affected who pretend to be affected

 

Aria. E. Salahi

 

 

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on Salinger's The Inverted Forest

Aria. E. Salahi

 

It all depends on what our perception is about an “Artist”, especially in this case, a “poet”. In my own view, I consider it in three ways; those poets who write, those poets who doesn’t write, and those non-poets who write.

 

Here by Non-poet, I mean all those who like poetry, maybe read it a lot, and then as a result compose their own poems, but at the same time, they’re Not poets. I see poetry as a kind of mental disorder which makes some people to think and feel differently, in a painful way which hurts them. As a result, they inevitably compose poems hoping to reveal some amount of these mental pains. In the other case, they have this problems, but they’d never tried to reveal it.

 

What makes and produces these pains, I think is the many problems which they would face during their lifetime, specially childhood and youth, but they can’t normally get rid of them. These people, have this unbecoming privilege which allows them to become poets, and let me say it in this way: the real poets.

 

Salinger’s Ray Ford, according to what has been claimed, is a real poet (he, as a poet, dismisses works of a non-poet, Mary Croft). But, this said, I’m not defending him or his reactions toward people around him. During the novel, we saw him from the sights of others. The narrator (Waner), and the character (Corrine). At this very first place, we’re unable to see him as a normal boy/man, and also unable to understand his feelings. As if he were the narrator, we would have been able to penetrate in his mind and heart, and so, understand he himself. This kind of narrating leaves this character as a stranger.

 

Yet we’re able to see a tiny part of his childhood, considering his mother’s behavior towards him, and his own behavior towards Corrine, the girl who loved him. This parts of the story, allow us to consider some of his problems – showing us indirectly those kinds of mental disorders I mentioned before.

From that time on, we have known nothing about Raymond Ford, until the part he is introduced to Corinne, and to us, as a significant poet. From here on, the story seems tend to focus more on the poet, rather than the girl. Now we observe how, step by step, Raymond did, and still does the things which makes him unlike others, and we consider how this unlikeness links well to the fact that he has some problems in mind which make him, and any other artists of the kind, to see, feel, think, write, and as a result live differently.

What I think is that Salinger, as one of those real artists, put some of his own personality and preoccupations in the character Raymond to make him someone like himself, which allow his own problems and probably his own mistakes to be judged by either himself and others. This is also a mechanism of consoling himself.

It is possible that Salinger was criticizing himself. He penetrated into his own character, evaluates his personality, finds their sources, and then exposed them through the poet character of his story. Maybe, and only MAYBE this was one of the reasons he preferred his story not to be published, at first place.