He was working in a sales company to support his family, which consisted of a father, mother, and sister. He worked to pay off his father’s debts that had burdened him. He is the “good son” as long as he performs his duty to the fullest extent, and any change in this is accompanied by anger, rejection, and neglect. In his workplace, which he found himself forced to live with, the state of domination and control by the chief of staff on the one hand is clearly evident, while on the other hand, it is matched by a state of subservience and submission on his part.
In fact, he has an unconscious desire to be fired from his job, but he fears for his family. From here arises a state of schizophrenia, as the two models of the cruel father and the boss represent the controlling authoritarian principle, and this is what arouses in him both submission and the spirit of rebellion.
He tried to follow the rules, to be a polite boy, to be rational as his boss described him at work... and between all these honest attempts, we find him completely losing himself, and he began to experience a surprising existential crisis!
Here he wakes up from his nightmares one day to find himself transformed into a disgusting “insect”!!
At first glance, he thought he was still dreaming, and amid the chaos and unreasonableness of the events, he needed conclusive evidence to confirm to him the veracity of the event, and this is what he got when he found his family shocked and terrified by the horror of the event. Then he realized the reality of the event and exclaimed, saying: “No, it is not a dream.” .
Why poetry now?!
We live in an age of betrayals, conspiracies, and assassinations. We pant through twenty-four crowded, deadly hours in a frame of extended, neglected time that does not give any importance to our entire lives. We live in vortexes, labyrinths, and alienation. We live in oppression, fear, and hunger. So why poetry now?!
Who has time for poetry? Who has time to write poetry?! Who has time to receive poetry?!
Poetry riots against betrayal, conspiracy, and murder, or it riots against triviality, superficiality, and sorcery. If poetry does not say: “No” in a blatant, loud, and hurtful way, then it does not accept to say: “Yes,” even by cutting off its head.
It's that great positive thing. It is what confirms to us that we cry because we are not yet accustomed to humiliation and have not accepted it, that we bleed because we have not died, and that we are angry because we have not adapted to injustice. It alerts us to what we have almost forgotten, and reminds us that we are human, and that we are bigger and greater than our daily lives.
we are human beings. We must always remember this, and poetry must always remind us of this.
We are greater than profit and loss, greater than acceptance and surrender, or malice and evasion.
So poetry is necessary.
Therefore, a poet is necessary.
تعد رواية نصف ميت من أكثر الروايات مبيعًا في عام 2014 ويعتمد كاتبها الذي يعرف باسم حسن الجندي على سلاسة السرد واهتمامه بعنصر التشويق والإثارة، وهو يتناول في موضوعاته عالم العفاريت والجن، وقد يخاف البعض من قراءة هذه الرواية بسبب احتوائها على الكثير من الرعب وخوضها بعوالم كثيرة وغامضة، وتكلمت الرواية عن شخصيات
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