The Three Eras for a dream

 

The Three Eras for a dream

Poem and Artworks By: Mohammad Bin Lamin.

Translated from Arabic by: Solara Sabah.

1. The Amulet Time

His blue Amulet did not save him from the act of the sea,

neither did the white one.

They did not soothed him from the flares of

the land.

They did not stop the temptation of the waves

and the curse of whiteness or cured him from the sun’s ailments.

He was saved by the worries of the mothers who were

lingering near the oven to steal from it the mercy of the bread.

Or maybe he was saved by the mother’s supplications in the half darkness

behind the spindle of  the wool’s mats,

praying to God to safeguard him

from the Beasts of the darkness,

the evil eyes, and  the ferocity of the envy.

2. The Solitude Time

And you’re a very obdurate!

You have never been bind by phylactery or by Fakih’s mantra

you saved your  steps

for the mint fragrance road and the accompaniment clouds.

Holding back your right hand

to greet the person of your dream,

To embrace the surface of the water,

Promising your heart to meet the spring and the temptation of the daffodils,

Rolling your eyes inside,

Laughing and crying.

Lighting the daytime by the sun,

Dripping the stars in the night,

and dangling from the moon!

Obstinately in love.

Your dream has taken by your pride

Descending into the illusion that one day it will come

with a dark eyes

elegant and tall

with a small bird hovering on the head.

Wandering,

Dancing and asking for the mercy.

The dance of the slaughterous

The mercy of the dust,

A resurgence of desperate love!

3. The Exudes Time

Hold on tight to your luggage!

You have to endorse your travel,

the nudge of the stations,

The noisiness of the railroads crossings;

and the dreariness of the passages and the tunnels.

Flying and sailing.Mingling with foreign seaports,

The dead dreams and the glasses of wanderers wine.

Dancers floating in the drum of the water.

The first lament for the homelandlurking from under the feet.

Where ever you go the land looks the same.

Strange as it should be,

You will never be familiar with this existing world.

you will be welcomed by the uncertainty of the empty rooms,

the shared houses,

the dispirited parks

And the ugly elderly women

The owners of the homes who will prohibited you from being late at night.

Just be as you are

lost between the distractions of the eyes and the lust of the dreams.

poor fellow as in the prayer.

Knight at the wedding extravaganza.

Taken by different visions,

and the fluctuated news.

Slaughtered by friends knifes

and deceived by the wooden rifles

How will you enjoy the night

As they do each day?

And how the moon complains of its nostalgia for the beautiful face?

You are doomed!

consumed by the timeas a coffee drunk in a hurry .

Blown by the wind as a nuisance Southern dust,

that will never whisk off by the country broom

Wake up and go on!

Your cold hands and these doors cannot endure the knocking,

neither the ceiling and the walls,

Forsake this dream of yours

and leave as those who left before you,

No need for the blame

Just wait with patience and eternal gaze.

 

The Three Eras for a dream

(The Three Eras for a dream)
Poem and Artworks By: Mohammad Bin Lamin.
Translated from Arabic by: Solara Sabah.

1. The Amulet Time

His blue Amulet did not save him from the act of the sea,
neither did the white one.
They did not soothed him from the flares of
the land.

They did not stop the temptation of the waves
and the curse of whiteness or cured him from the sun’s ailments.

He was saved by the worries of the mothers who were
lingering near the oven to steal from it the mercy of the bread.
Or maybe he was saved by the mother’s supplications in the half darkness
behind the spindle of the wool’s mats,
praying to God to safeguard him
from the Beasts of the darkness,
the evil eyes, and the ferocity of the envy.

2. The Solitude Time

And you’re a very obdurate!
You have never been bind by phylactery or by Fakih’s mantra
you saved your steps
for the mint fragrance road and the accompaniment clouds.
Holding back your right hand
to greet the person of your dream,
To embrace the surface of the water,
Promising your heart to meet the spring and the temptation of the daffodils,

Rolling your eyes inside,
Laughing and crying.
Lighting the daytime by the sun,
Dripping the stars in the night,
and dangling from the moon!

Obstinately in love.
Your dream has taken by your pride
Descending into the illusion that one day it will come
with a dark eyes
elegant and tall
with a small bird hovering on the head.
Wandering,
Dancing and asking for the mercy.
The dance of the slaughterous
The mercy of the dust,
A resurgence of desperate love!

3. The Exudes Time

Hold on tight to your luggage!
You have to endorse your travel,
the nudge of the stations,
The noisiness of the railroads crossings;
and the dreariness of the passages and the tunnels.

Flying and sailing.
Mingling with foreign seaports,
The dead dreams and the glasses of wanderers wine.

Dancers floating in the drum of the water.
The first lament for the homeland
lurking from under the feet.

Where ever you go the land looks the same.
Strange as it should be,
You will never be familiar with this existing world.

you will be welcomed by the uncertainty of the empty rooms,
the shared houses,
the dispirited parks
And the ugly elderly women
The owners of the homes who will prohibited you from being late at night.

Just be as you are
lost between the distractions of the eyes and the lust of the dreams.

poor fellow as in the prayer.
Knight at the wedding extravaganza.
Taken by different visions,
and the fluctuated news.

Slaughtered by friends knifes
and deceived by the wooden rifles
How will you enjoy the night
As they do each day?
And how the moon complains of its nostalgia for the beautiful face?

You are doomed!
consumed by the time
as a coffee drunk in a hurry .
Blown by the wind as a nuisance Southern dust,
that will never whisk off by the country broom

Wake up and go on!

Your cold hands and these doors cannot endure the knocking,
neither the ceiling and the walls,

Forsake this dream of yours
and leave as those who left before you,
No need for the blame
Just wait with patience and eternal gaze.

Works & Life

Mohammad Bin Lamin – Works & Life

By Solara Sabah

“The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.” – Faulkner

Mohammad Bin Lamin’s Art is breathtaking and truly remarkable work.

Binlamin focuses on his ideas and pour it on a wide variety of mediums.

Mohammad Bin Lamin, is a Libyan born artist and lives in Misurata. He is a self- taught, self-representing artist and sculptor. Internally motivated, and guided by his own spirituality. He uses mix media to produce his art which enables him to vary his styles and creations.

His work is powerful, and conveys his emotions and can be, at times, both poetic or visual poetry and abstract art, simultaneously. “The Yellow being series”,” Being Who is Enclose in White series”, “Abstract of new Space”, “Angelical Dance Circle series”, are few examples of Binlmain’s work, which are very inspiring and illustrate his techniques and creativity.

Experience of Abu Salim Prison

“Art does not exist only to entertain, but also to challenge one to think, to provoke, even to disturb, in a constant search for truth”.

During the Libyan Revolution, Binlamin was detained and sent to Abu Salim prison while he was there he filled the prison’s wall with his paintings using the foil plates to draw. Abu Salim drawings are truly unique works and reveal his creative side to share his visions about freedom as he imagined it for himself and for all Libyans.

It takes creativity to work with unusual mediums and thats what Bin lamin did, he used the bullet’s shells, empty bullets, and metallic wires which were left over after the war and build out of it a very interesting and amazing sculptures to symbolized the “Revolution” he titled them ‘ Sculptures of War”. “Sculptures of Libyan Revolution” and Sculptures to Honor the War’s Amputees.

Accomplishments:

1. Mohammad Bin Lamin discovered a new and unknown technical task which is regarded as substantial addition in the world of techniques and media

2. . Mohammad Bin Lamin invented new Media with new techniques on the painting based on special materials using photographic burned – paper. It is inexpensive method and has important results and quick implementation, durable and can be washed with water.