My point of view about Cat in the Rain By Erest Hemingway

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Cat in the Rain

My view points about Cat in the rain by Hemingway

Have humanity ever seen such a misery and loneliness in times

 

 

Even the rain cries for the sake of rainy nights

A rain for the sadness of times

Poor human

Dripping of the rain, dripping of the dignity, a dignity lost for the sake of some lust

 

Even Shakespeare could have been a murderer

Where could we seek this love again

In the lost motels of fascism

or at the new postmodernism or in the heart of a stranger, or Neo-Nazis or neo Marxists or the new art of drudgery. Where is Wolf to see how Wolfs are devouring the wolves Where is she to see and change her feminism to humanism?

 

Where shall I seek my stand, in the eyes of forgiven parades? Or shall I find rings by the I don't know river. Could I draw my sword and join Napoleon's army. Or may be we should give them all up and drench in our own narcissism.

 

We may find dignity by the past, but what past when we are heading forward so fast. The past is past. That's a good answer.

 

Empty, I can look and think for hours and tell you just one word: Empty. You could interpret it in many ways. But I say it's just a routine.

 

 

 We are born, we learn what is called culture, actually what have been nature plus the changes we have made to, then learning a set of rules and after acquiring a language, our thoughts are shaped. Thoughts that we believe in the most but who knows, if we think about them even a minute

We have always sought truth, actually the lost ring in the circle of our life, except those moments that we overdo something or whenever we neglect or force ourselves to neglect some of our basic instincts following some extreme schools of thought or drawn in some philosophies that we even can't digest its goal of life. And this has always been the one of the biggest problems of humanity. Some would consider my world very general, but believe me or not I have reached to an extent that I believe our problems are in the generals that we easily accept not in details and what sociologist actually like to call generally speaking, culture, I like to divide it to two main streams in which generals are the most important stream and the rest what I call culture because these details are different in everywhere because of the environment not the nature of human beings. Yes this is the truth. Loneliness, I am so sorry I am broken and surrendered again. Life has conquered me proving its most harsh rules for a human of tenderness and delicacy. Sorry I am and sorry so on and so forth.

 

Monday , November 5th 2007 4:55 A.M.

 

 

The Black September

Once too sinful, once too lovely

Once too crazy, once just like a child

Once too proud of oneself, once too fool to even set back and look who would I look like? Once mad with love, once tired of every thing, once flying to the highs, another time living in sewage

Once crying for the dons and once crying for the lost. So heavy, so unbelievable, so crazy and so happy, that is the smell of swear that I hate. So much modesty, what is your problem and what shall we do for you. You mankind dancing with whatever tremolo that he plays. You little thing, you furious mind to possess everything, you piece of rolling longing. A longing in eternity. A longing for all the times

Fulfilling your duty in life would empty you. Would give you the taste of tranquility  

 

Me just like a drop in vain, seeking somewhere to hide myself form sun and dreams, cause you know I like to cry but I don’t like to evaporate in the dreamy and rainy night, cause human person is losing whatever s/he have had in all areas, cause we are becoming what we do not know, what we knew but have forgotten

Once again, you lovely

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