Ali Sefer writes the Syrian Index

1 Oct 2018


A new book by the Syrian poet Ali Sefer entitled "The Syrian Index" has recently been published. The daily reality under the roof of the sky is raining bombs and coffins of aircraft do not need graves on the ground, and where the war continues, the writing continues to stop questioning the silence of the world and taunting it on behalf of Revolution and freedom. He asked the question of truth, reality and true documentation of the horror of what happens every day, every minute and every second, and his words, yes, the words you write "pure body on which the sun rises". To touch the text here is a black background, exposing the bombers, rockets and bullets, and all that shines is the blood that draws the path of hell between endless possibilities.

It is not a deception to build a world from the remains of a life bombarded every day, and perhaps the sharp, scathing writing of Ali Safar, writing from the depth of the experience, goes like a knife that touches our depths; it stumbles upon a living human conscience where traits are no longer the name.

Otherwise, how can you and I answer a travel when he says:

When you ask me about the massacre, I will alert you that you have not seen my body dumped

There, blood has dried on my face ..

  The faces of the martyrs resemble our faces .. The difference remains with blood.

"Memory is an incurable disease," poet Ali Safar says at the end of one of his texts, how fear does not take the form of death, the horror of death twice, and the ways imaginable by the vastness of its galaxies. As if in a war of justice, is now under the ruins and the bodies of mass graves, the shipwrecked and the exiles, but at the same time, something invisible, transformed, escapes to occupy the scene, and has become known as freedom, dignity, resistance and a renewed creation of the horizon of anticipation despite all obscurities.

All the martyrs of the Book of Resurrection, the head of "Gernica" with Syrian features in every text:

Since yesterday I was shot in the head,

The sniper extends his hand to a pack of cigarettes (long Hamra) and prepares the bodies.

Smoking does not harm one's health.

The writer's fear of death, with every text, holocaust and massacre, evaporates and he has many friends there, "where the dead dwell." Following the contents of the Syrian catalog, we meet Kafka, Hitchcock, Nafri, Poet poets, comrades, murderers, martyrs and a silent god watching. We try with every text, written in elegant language, stark though calm; continue to breathe air, even with intermittent breaths. To complete the strip of life torn between homeland and exile, between the Syrian wound and the Syrian dream as well. As we grasp this book, which is difficult to escape, we may need to "a little sun to know the way," of course the way to "it", as long as all roads and indexes lead to Syria.

Ali Safar's collection of texts, published in 224 pages of the mid-sections, in the collection of "patents" issued by the House and winning for poetry, short story, and texts, to celebrate these literary genres.

Ali Sefer is a Syrian poet and director who was born in 1969 and is a graduate of the Faculty of Arts and Theater Studies. He is the author of "The Call of the Place" (1994), "Silence" (1999) "Baby City" in the year (2012). "Mechanical Diary" (2014). He has many other publications and articles in various fields of journalism, media, cinema, theater and drama, as well as a number of films and television programs.