Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Kahlil Gibran

The life of my ancestor, Kahlil Gibran, is being turned into a movie. Wow.

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Boston ties ‘Gibran’ screenwriters to revered poet

By Tenley Woodman  |   Thursday, October 25, 2012  |  http://www.bostonherald.com  |  Movie News

As a movie about Lebanese poet and artist Kahlil Gibran gets under way, the Bay State has a starring role.
Gibran’s “The Prophet” has been on college students’ dorm bookshelves for generations, helping to make the 1923 collection of poetic essays a classic. Canton-raised siblings Rob Shalhoub and Grace Shalhoub Yazbek wrote the screenplay for “Gibran,” a feature-length biopic scheduled to begin filming in 2014.
“I spent 25 years in Boston and never really knew one of the most famous artists I revered traveled the same footsteps,” said Shalhoub, 34.
Born in Northern Lebanon, Gibran and his family moved to Boston’s South End when he was 12. The city became a home base for much of his adult life.
Photo“We’ve spent so much time in the actual places he spent time in, Chinatown and West Roxbury,” Shalhoub said. “It was so familiar to me going back and seeing these places. This is a story that needs to be told,” Shalhoub told the Herald during a phone interview from Los Angeles. As Lebanese-Americans, Shalhoub Yazbek said Gibran’s teachings and stories were a staple.
“The subject has always been very inspiring. We grew up hearing stories about him,” said Shalhoub Yazbek, 40, from her home in Beirut. “We could identify with him living between two worlds.”
Independent film producer William Nix (“Return to Afghanistan”) snapped up the script after it was nominated for best original screenplay at the European Independent Film Festival this year. Filming locations are being scouted, and Boston tops the list.
Nix said the duo are the right people to tell the story. “They have a lot of Gibran’s perspective,” Nix said.
Helping guide the team is Jean Gibran, wife of the poet’s cousin, the late Boston sculptor Kahlil Gibran. She and her husband co-authored a biography of the elder Gibran, “Kahlil Gibran: His Life and World.”
The project also fulfills a personal mission for Shalhoub and Shalhoub Yazbek.
“We made a pact with each other that we would steer our careers toward film. We had to make films with Arab or Arab American heroes to foster a bridge between East and West,” Shalhoub said.
Both said there is no better emissary than Gibran.
“(His) main message through his art and writing is unity and diversity. If there is ever a time we feel the world needs to feel more unified or celebrate each others’ differences it would be now. Everything just feels so polarizing,” Shalhoub said.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

It's Simple Sometimes


Isn’t it strange
How we change
For the better sometimes
Maybe that’s why I’d try
To keep thinking of
A better life of love
And joy and all the things
That make the world go round again
Make my heart spin faster can’t outlast
The ride
You’re on life’s rollercoaster this time

Don’t live the past
Each day is passed
Morning noon and night
Maybe time means nothing at all
Just enjoy the greater fall
From moment to moment
You cry then smile you make it better
Sometimes racing sometimes pacing
Life’s got you moving again

Thursday, February 23, 2012

On Gentlemen

After reading YWP's latest post, the Elusive Gentleman, I found pseudo-poetic inspiration.

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A gentleman is
Kind, humble, caring.
Trustworthy, thoughtful, wise.
Courteous, passionate, attentive.

A gentleman is charitable 
but not concerned for his own riches.
A gentleman treasures the value of women 
and the finer things in life 
but never boasts of such things.
A gentleman finds joy in making others happy 
but seeks no recognition for doing so.

A gentleman is never perfect at all these things
but makes no excuses for his shortcomings.

A gentleman is my father.

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P.S. A gentleman always holds the door.


Friday, April 16, 2010

Something Not

Here's another spot of poetry. I had a loose class assignment of a sonnet, and here's my particular take.

"Something Not"


Over wicked wonders wasting wildly,
In crossing meddled guards entwined mildly,
Yet not little in scope nor manner known,
Achieve blessed virtues, indeed alone.

For ever only inspiration seems
Arisen from change and changes one beams.
In instance woken from call for belief
Like springing fire rips from shallow reef.

Perhaps morose in other circumstance,
Truly entwined again through fated dance.
A daily motivation faces might
And focused fellowship in fierce-free flight,

As such alone I seem to wander now
Against and always winning anyhow.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Fluid

With the oncoming warm weather, I've been inspired to start writing poetry again. Can you guess the traditionally preppy sport about which I'm writing?

"Fluid"

Rushing
Like a heart
Slicing through
The crisp
Azure ripples
As tension builds
So effortlessly
With each precise
Yet so free stroke

Crashing with ease
Cutting with grace
Knowing the water
Sweat meets sea