09 فبراير 2011

زماني خرابي

و انساب التراب بين أصابعي و انهار
في ركام عفن من الجداجد والسحالي

 People have trouble with conceptual comic ideas. I come up with one like a giant breast (in Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex, But Were Afraid to Ask, a marauding 15-foot-tall breast terrorizes the population until Allen’s character lures it into a two-story-high bra) and they have trouble with it. They find it hard to say, ‘My God, what a funny concept that is, an enormous breast. It’s so ridiculous.’ They laugh joke by joke within it. So I feel discouraged in terms of presenting funny conceptual notions.

Actually, I have a conceptual notion that I get a machine that projects me into a work of fiction because I’m in love with Anna Karenina or something, and I have an affair with her there, and finally she comes to New York and I stash her in a hotel room in town and cheat on my wife with her. I’ve been toying with that idea in different forms - that my wife is involved with J. Alfred Prufrock and I go to find her, or this guy has a machine that will project me into Anna Karenina, for instance, or Madame Bovary because I’m in love with her and it goes wrong and projects me into a French grammar book by mistake and there are no humans but only verbs and other parts of speech.*

The problem with doing it is you say the concept in one line and it’s funny, but to show the concept you ultimately have to proceed joke by joke. You wind up still having to do a million jokes. It’s not that the audience says, ‘Oh, my God, how funny this idea is, to be in Anna Karenina.’ They say, ‘Oh, yeah, we’re there. Now what? What’s the joke?’

-Woody Allen, 1974.


Shayad Tu Mujhse Pyar Karti Hai
Movie : Hawalaat (1987)
Year : 1987
Singer : Shailendra Singh
Music : Anu Malik
Lyrics by : Gulshan Bawra
ترجمة

اعتقد انك مت محبة لي...
ولكن أنت خائف من العالم..
لماذا تبتسم وخلاف ذلك حفظ أسفل العين؟
من ماذا كنت خجولة ويبتسم....
لذا أعتقد أنك تحبني؟
  بدءا تسقط شعرك والحجاب..
أستطيع أن أرى في عينيك خجولة عندما ترى لي..
لماذا أنت خائف على الحب.. هذه العادة ليست قديمة...؟
لماذا تبتسم عندما رأيت يبحث لي...

انك مت محبة لي في وقت ما؟
لمس الإبهام على الشفاه الخاص بك.... أشعر بالخوف في الحب..؟
لكنهم يخشون في العادة الحب ليس القديم؟
ما كنت أفكر عندما ترى لي..
كنت في حالة حب بعض الوقت؟
وإلا لماذا تبتسم عندما ترى لي..
أو خجولة لاقول لكم تحبني؟
..


Edwin Lord Weeks (1849 – 1903), American artist, painter and explorer, was born at Boston, Massachusetts, in 1849. He was a pupil of Léon Bonnat and of Jean-Léon Gérôme, at Paris. He made many voyages to the East, and was distinguished as a painter of oriental scenes.
Along with Frederic Arthur Bridgman, Edwin Lord Weeks is one of the most celebrated of the American Orientalists, this certainly being so during his lifetime, and although quite a lot is recorded concerning his professional career and travels, much of this from his own extensive travel writings, relatively little is known about his private life.

In 1895 he wrote and illustrated a book of travels, From the Black Sea through Persia and India, and two years later he published Episodes of Mountaineering. He died in November 1903. He was a member of the Légion d'honneur, France, an officer of the Order of St. Michael, Germany, and a member of the Secession, Munich.


































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