ذلك الرجل الغريب

لأي مخرج أفلام ترهم هاي الموسيقى؟ اني اگول لـسانلي كيوبرك.

شلون بيها نومة، ماكو شغل اليوم داتخيل اشتغل.

💽 Album: Composer's Collection: Joseph Schwantner 👤 Artist: Eugène Migliaro Corporon, North Texas Wind Symphony 📅 Date: 2006-01-01 🎧 Total tracks: 7

🎧 Track: Concerto for Choir: I. O pavelitel sushcheva fsevo (O Master of all living) 👤 Artist: Valeri Kuzmich Polyansky, State Symphony Capella Of Russia 💽 Album: Schnittke: Concerto for Choir 📅 Date: 1994-11-01

ممكن تشوفه يبالغ، بس تخيل بهذاك الوقت اللي چان ما متوفرة المشتتات اللي هسة متوفرة. يعني من تسهر شنو يصير بحالك؟! وحتى احنا رغم المشتتات، نتعب فكريًا ونفسيًا بسبب السهر.

«وما السهرُ في مَصبّهِ الأخير، إلا مَدىً لامتناهٍ من حُروب الفكرةِ ضدّ الفكرة... إنه الوعيُ حين يضيقُ بذرعِ نفسه، فيأكلُ بعضُه بعضًا.»

إميل سيوران

Actually, I have old ideas, but I'm afraid to turn them into short stories. I keep telling myself: You know it's not the right time, not the right moment. just wait for something that might happen, and nothing happened.

The lack of ideas is making me feel so depressed. I don't know what to write. Worse than that, I feel like I'm repeating myself over and over again.

“I write every morning as soon after first light as possible. There is no one to disturb you and it is cool or cold and you come to your work and warm as you write. You read what you have written and, as you always stop when you know what is going to happen next, you go on from there. You write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know what will happen next and you stop and try to live through until the next day when you hit it again.”

Ernest Hemingway

“I write every morning as soon after first light as possible. There is no one to disturb you and it is cool or cold and you come to your work and warm as you write. You read what you have written and, as you always stop when you know what is going to happen next, you go on from there. You write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know what will happen next and you stop and try to live through until the next day when you hit it again.”

Ernest Hemingway