“La bellezza è la somma delle parti per cui niente necessita di essere modificato,aggiunto o rimosso."

"Beauty is a summation of the parts working together in such a way that nothing is needed to be added, taken away or altered." Italian Impressionist Painter, Elio Carletti (1925-1980)

I first heard this phrase spoken in English by the character Cris Johnson in the American movie Next (played and produced by Nicholas Cage).

For years I struggled to beckon my thoughts to define beauty in such a perfectly exact, easily poised and brilliantly minimal sequence of words. I always fell long. Simplicity has proven a most formidable mountain to conquer and this is precisely why we can rant forever over the triviality of life and time but yield in saintly silence to the innocent laugh of a child or the mystifying summons in the eyes of a strange woman.

I sit on a solitary rock by my sea and gaze at the setting sun dissolving in the quenching quiver of the horizon. I comb my hair back with the tips of my fingers and roll my head toward the sky where flocks of hovering kites flutter their rainbow tails in the unseen salty draughts. Tethered to the hands of playful boys and girls, the kites sway enticingly with the wind. With their free hands the kids hold ice-cream cones and popcorn bags. Their blue jeans and colorful t-shirts soiled with dirt and chocolate, they laugh out loud in stubborn defiance to worried mothers, in blissful ignorance of things to come.

I am in love with beauty and I feel embittered that I can depict my feelings toward the generality or peculiarity of being with ease yet remain eluded by the most splendid manifestation of the universe. I flatter myself when I write about women as I definitely am not divine enough to add, take away or alter what they are. Women are such a perfect expression of substance, form and incongruity whether through creation or evolution. They are fragile, ferocious, intelligent, gorgeous, wicked, quixotic, sensible, giving and sparing at the same time. A man like that, even in the eye of a woman, is a deranged psychopath. I love that women surprise me with their predictability and hold me at bay while obliging my vanity.

I follow a creek upstream. The chirps of a lonely chukar partridge summoning his harem echo against the sides of the gorge. I step on a broken twig; the bird clears its throat and quiets down. Two surprised figures emerge from the thickets by the spring. The two young lovers might have been taking their eternal and private vows when I intruded. They shyly cross my path and I barely have time to detect the glistening reflection of the dusky sky running down their guiltless eyes. They hug again at a distance then fade in the dark and rife foliage.

The longer I write the more likely I am going to add to, take away from or alter what is simply beautiful. Hush!


Anonymous said…
Abufares, wild is beautiful/ beautiful is wild,
Dubai Jazz said…
Abu Fares, I don't really know which is more beautiful; the painting you've posted or the writing that goes with them!

They are fragile, ferocious, intelligent, gorgeous, wicked, quixotic, sensible, giving and sparing at the same time.

Now, I do love women. I love them very much. And I hope the feeling is mutual. However, it seems that women are no exception to the golden rule that it is wrong to generalize. I can't with clear conscience say that I love this woman, as much as I love this one. (for example)
Mariyah said…
You've left me breathless, Abu Fares. What a beautiful post. How lovely to see the world through your eyes.

I had a good chuckle over the line "A man like that, even in the eye of a woman, is a deranged psychopath." How true!!
Anonymous said…
Absolutely great,absolutely Beautiful; thanks a lot gentleman for everything you write..
Ascribo said…
How comes that women are mysterious beauties to us while we are just deranged psychopaths?
Dania said…
Really beautiful AbuFares, I did really enjoy your words which I can see a smile on your face while writing it.
But speaking of beauty, it could be a weird view that clutch your sights, it could be a corner, dusty corner in the street that has weird shape, it could be an old woman's face having an exciting moment… sometimes what some people see as ultimate ugliness some others see it as the ultimate holly beauty.
Joseph said…
Abufares said…
True. Wild is not to be added to, taken away from or modified.
Abufares said…
@Dubai Jazz
Certainly, not all "women" were equally created or (have equally evolved:-)
However, once you've had the pleasure of getting to know "some" of them you would end up loving "women" in general as a separate and independent species. This, my friend, is exactly my case.
Abufares said…
Just the thought that you're "breathless" made me gasp for air myself.
Abufares said…
I like to think that you belong to the gentler species and I have a strong feeling that you are and that we already know each other.
Thank you for being a lady and I'm very sorry if my feeling turns out to be totally wrong.
Abufares said…
It's a sad fact of life, men need to be like SUV's to be of any real and practical value to women and to the rest of the world.
A "Ferrari" man (that is a man who resembles a red Ferrari) is a useless piece of junk and a shame to the rest of us 4x4 men.
Abufares said…
Akh Ya Diana, my problem is that I was already old when they invented the INTERNET.
Beauty of course can be found in the least of expected places and in the bottomless tarns of your pretty eyes. Come again and make my space a little more beautiful.
Abufares said…
Anonymous said…
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder... while this may stands as a cliche nowadays, it is non the less true.

I must disagree though in your assertion that what can describe women as beautiful cannot do the same for men. I would say that men that ARE fragile, ferocious, intelligent, gorgeous, wicked, quixotic, sensible, giving and sparing are definitetly beautiful and RARE, and that to make them even MORE beautiful I would add: honest, faithful, imperfect, virile, stubborn, and witty. Now that is a very beautiful man!

w.b. yeats
Abufares said…
@w.b. yeats
Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder... and in yours.
However, your taste in men, ehem... is in line with my surprise at the predictability of women.
What do you want a fragile man for? A wicked man? A gorgeous man? Are we talking about a real man here or are you just pulling my leg?
Anonymous said…
Nope. it just makes him more approachable if he is not superman. I think men and women alike can be fragile in different ways. Maybe your are thinking too literally. Hum! Wicked... it depends in what you mean about wicked, but being that you were talking about beautiful women, I assume you do not really mean wicked in a horrible way but more in a fun sexy way. So I say yes to wicked! Gorgeous, there you go... Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I find all the men that had and have any meaning in my life Gorgeous.

Am I serious? always in wickedly sort of way.

: )

Diana said…
Abu Fares, some would say you are full of it. :P

Kidding! Good post. :)
Anonymous said…
Dear Abu Fares,with highest respect,I am a man; for long time I enjoy reading your very nice posts,when i read any of them i feel like i smell some nice roses or flowers,and i give my friends your web page to take doses of joyness.thank you very much for your fantastic have to publish your posts,i believe your book will be the best seller in any country,try to publish it in the UK or US?!! People like this kind of writing,everybody read every post more than one time,because he feel like he has written it by himself or he wanted to speak or write it;
You are very talented, you make people smell,see,hear, touch ,and think about everything you write,this is art but art of arts,i mean like you collect millions,millions of roses to make a small bottle of perfume.
I value and appreciate your talent and your humanism,you are a great thinker.
God bless you.
Abufares said…
@w.b. yeats
You see I have a problem with getting ahead of myself sometimes. The image my mind conjured of a fragile, wicked and gorgeous man was that of a dumb male supermodel. And this the only person I hate more than a fragile, wicked and gorgeous female supermodel :-)
Abufares said…
I'm full of some many things. "It" is certainly one of them.
Abufares said…
I'm glad I left a little back door in my previous reply to your earlier comment in case I made a judgment mistake. I followed my intuition and it turned out wrong.
However, one of the reasons I love women is their sensitivity to the world around them. This what threw me off completely in your writing.
It's very hard to reply to your 2nd comment and not simply because of my desire to act humbly in the face of such praise. I'm simply delighted and bursting with joy at your words. I try my best to convey the sense I'm most proud of in my character "honesty" in my writing. If I were to write my own epitaph it would simply state that: "He was an honest man." Now, I think that there is a thin line between greatness for a writer, thinker, poet, artist and simply being good. It's my own opinion of myself that I have not crossed that line for many reasons. Some of these reasons I can somehow affect and control while others are completely beyond me.
There is a chance that I might cross that line someday but then again I might not. In either case your opinion of me made my day and frankly I don't care much how things will turn out. Hey it would be nice to be known by total strangers but it's more important to be remembered (well) by those who knew me.
Again, thank you.
Anonymous said…
you know me better than that!!!! (I hope) A model?! &^%@#$#@$%%#$$

Not my idea of beautiful or gorgeous by far. Conceited individuals...

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Anonymous said…
this blog has had its is becoming more boring every time
Abufares said…
Why you bother at all taking into consideration that you might be right of course. A comment on a boring blog! I wonder about your reaction when you're actually having a good time.
saint said…
Although I differ in looking the same way you look at half of the human race “as separate species ) “, and I do not want to complement you too strongly so I might look like betraying my own species,
But I do agree with you in your look at women as those beauty soft weak inherited values which they are actually an indication of the strength and wisdom we should admire and hold them high.
I think nations when they reached the age of wisdom and their testosterone reduced they embrace women as leaders and queens.
Abufares, Why sometimes I feel that you are like that bridge in nowhere plane, lonely, imagistic even if not many pay attention to, while it represent the real value.

BTW, he is great photographer, isn’t he?
Abufares said…
First let me thank you for the great link. Mahmoud Shuairi is indeed a great photographer and I thoroughly enjoyed his artistic work.
That I'm a bridge yet lonely, imagistic and unnoticed... I really don't know whether to agree or disagree.
Lonely? Yes and No and it has nothing to do with my being alone or with company. I'm most lonely in a big crowd.
Imagistic? that is from imagism as in the literary movement of the early 20th century (Ezra Pound, T. S. Eliot, ...etc.)? I'm certain that my English writing has been greatly influenced by this literary form since I enjoy and appreciate it tremendously.
Unnoticed? I'm a person who keeps a low profile in general that's true. My "hobby" is not particularly one which attracts or seeks a large audience. You know over the last 2 years I have met lots of new and interesting people who are extremely well read and fluent in English. I rarely mention that I have a blog. May be one or two maximum came to know about it from me directly.
I met a very interesting man who stayed in Tartous for a little over a year then returned to the UK in a career move. Writing casually to him I told him to check my blog when he had some free time. He wrote back that accepting the position in Tartous was partly a result of reading my blog. He always wanted to meet the author and ask him some specific questions.It never occurred to him that the man on the motorcycle with the leather jacket was the same refined business acquaintance. Too bad, we had several dinners together and always enjoyed each other company. I should've brought up the subject when our conversation veered to literature and preferred reading.
Did I answer your question?
saint said…
Dear Abufares, I made a mistake, I meant to say majestic, I don’t know where the i came from, it must be the stupid word processor and my weak vision. And “Majestic” meant to describe the height and strength of a bridge “the one in the picture” which suppose to be the landmark for the country like San Francesco Bridge but you could hardly see a photo for it. But luckily, this photographer could capture that.

When I said lonely, I meant it in the good way. And remember we are here in the USA 90% of us citizens are lonely. We all crave for attention (that is something unite us both male and female), but tell you the truth, here, we as the first generation immigrants, are more lonely than you fellows out there. Sometimes a whole day pass without saying a word. Without radio and TV we would be zombies. In this year we have only three visitors so far. I do not hate to be lonely because I know it is the price to be paid for current times and it is harder on some who came from very active social places like the middle east.
Did you answer my question, sorry but you did not. I was waiting for you to comment on the first three paragraphs not the fourth.
Anonymous said…
Unknown said…
Lovely, Abu Fares. Since beauty is in the eye of the beholder, defining it is impossible. It is better to just appreciate it in silence - or to emit the odd gasp of awe. :) Om Anastasio.

PS. I see you've been visited by a troll. I laugh at the fact that they're always anonymous!! Just ignore - clearly they have no idea what they're talking about.
Abufares said…
@Om Anastasio
You should tell your husband (more than you already do) that he's so lucky to have you:-)
Trolls! So they have a name? and a proper one no less. Well, it's alright as long as they maintain a semblance of manners.
Unknown said…
Abu Fares, flattery will get you everywhere!! :) I guess I'm the lucky one. My husband does let me know he appreciates me without reminder...perhaps that's one of the reasons I married him. I'm sure Om Fares is just as lucky! Stin iyeia sou! (to your health in Greek - preferably just before partaking in a glass of ouzo!!)
Anonymous said…
Your work is amazing.
Abufares said…
Thank you Anonymous :-)

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