After missing the perverse and remained alone, of poets and wandering on their faces in every valley

How much does this prisoner Alaratbakh to serve as a poet celebrates his day world, but I do not see him withstand a further shine the language in which Otkhantha surgeon, one who became weakened and refraction, and has become the word in the very chaotic life in poetry .

In the face of this media drive-Jabbar, Moroccan poet celebrates his day, and his house is full ofBaltsdat, how pleased he erected there, and even the poetry prize, and withheld as if the country is not the creativity of my hair, and I see everywhere Doawina sprout like mushrooms .

Not in the scene are happy self. But the absence of hair may be caused by deficits in communication and the situation became critical and was overshadowed by the mediocrity of poetry because of the tendency modernist by Icpt by young poets (in the words of some Alharaoualtkulaidaan) Did not Rambo young man, who is responsible therefore for this disease poetry that touched the public taste, and make language loses its mission of social and political? Is it the need for poetry now.?

It is no secret one that poetry is the basis of intellectual development, has remained closely to society because he was carrying the concerns of the citizen, and translates its issues of humanitarian and spiritual, and »the poet is the one who inspires more than it inspires, and poems margins of the great white silence burn the advanced memory, to re-create a delirium without past »(Paul Oillwar ).

So why the complaint is of weakness, and weakness translates breaks hell in which we live, and are still modern poetry glued to the details of the public life of individuals or deemed separated from his mission, and whether pressure and the media made ​​him fade before the battle of fierce media make up the image its core, perhaps this is also why in the perpetuation of some poets on tape film / memory, and transform their curriculum vitae to the movies, chronicling the life of poetry and attitudes of humanity, and this is what happened when the perpetuation of the Iraqi poet »Saadi Youssef« when it was converting his biography to the film »the Green Bin Yousef« and also to the Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish in the movie « As the poet said «that is still under development, is not able to Moroccan cinema history, even if the Moroccan poet and a single and most of them, at least to restore the luster of the memory, and celebrate the language and image, not this is love ...?