It is not an essential reading of what the writer and journalist Abdel Aziz Cocas had planned, and these are numerous and varied arts, and does not claim himself that he was able to make this writing, lightning, analysis, visions and distant infection. Journalism or literature .. therefore, this reading is closer to draw a profile with emerald ribs trying to stop this multiple being, which has something of the pollution of belonging, as he declared one day.
There are writers who write to say it, and there are those who write to immortalization, and there are those who write to reveal, and there are some who write to the woven of the language a parallel to life. Abdel Aziz Kokas is one of them, a writer whose experience does not reduce in a single description, because he moves between the press, creativity and criticism, equipped with the insistence of the poet and the sense of criticism.
Cookas does not write to add lines to the crowd of texts, but to curse the question in the shadows, to reorganize the scene far from the bustle of the consumption of ideas. In his articles, analyzes and critical dialogues, he goes beyond the external shell of reality and texts, the news goes to collusion, frequencies, interpretations and clashes that the language hides.
He writes like someone who lights up the darkness of ideas instead of reproducing familiar lights, deeply digging, not to reach a solid layer, but to search for water that flows behind cracks and cracks. The press in Cocas is not a recording of facts, but rather a laboratory to understand the pulse of time and capture its hidden shadows. He is a writer who sculpted the meanings, not to see them again, but to listen to his depths repercussions in consciousness and reality. In everything he writes there, to believe in front of speech, to celebrate the essence of the idea and a fascinating ambiguity of life.
But the journalist and the critic do not overwhelm the creator, but rather flee a more spacious vision of the world. In his literature, there is an allergy to a poet who listens to the inner pulse of things, attracting marginal details to make them an axis of vision, takes up moments which generally pass without indifference, but he considers them as a vibrant creator in the sense and intimidated.
Abdel Aziz Kokas is not satisfied with direct and ready directors, but rather seeks a deep metaphor, for the feeling that remains suspended in the mind as an echo after the end of words. It has a language that welcomes dream and loss, for surprise and refraction, for the wisdom of the transients which realize that the truth is not absolute, but is pure repercussion in multiple mirrors.
He is not a writer who passes, but rather a voice that is inhabited by noble anxiety towards writing and the world. A man realizes that the word is a responsibility, and that the idea is not over, except as much as it remains legitimate on the interpretation. In the press, as in literature and criticism, he does not offer us answers, but leaves a legitimate to surprise window, for confidential doubt, and for the questions that lend us, but which allow us. His presence, there is the humility of the competence, the anxiety of the poet, the curiosity of the journalist and the depth of those who realize that the most beautiful things are those which do not hold completely.
The testimonies of senior writers, thinkers and Arab criticisms on the productions of this multiple, reveal that Cocas is not only a journalist, but rather a creator who is on the explosion of the idea in times of danger, weaves his letters at the edge and flirts with reality with the dream. If he is not in his writings, he escapes official speeches and seeks an intellectual adventure, he is a permanent researcher on the roots of truth, wonder about everything, playing with Muslim women, as if each pen that he writes is a machine for a deep excavation of ambiguity and the search for truth, at least “so that we do not understand and do not die.
Our eyes take its image in the light of calm writing, which celebrates the essence of the meaning more than it celebrates the situations of transit. We see the lines of Abdel Aziz Cocas with a distinctive fragrance, penetrates the heart of the event, and renews the capacity to meditate on us, so each sentence in an article is as if it is a spectrum that goes within the reach of the reach of the spirit of the essence and the soul. In each word he writes, Cocia makes us draw in a world of reflections, where thought encounters poetry, and where a precise analysis encounters aesthetics with aesthetics. As if his pen does not only express ideas, but also to dip the ink of existence itself, and he removed it from repentance of time to the defects of astonishment and the question. He is not afraid of criticism and does not like authority, strongly expresses his convictions and does not establish a weight for the moment accelerated to direct ideas, but rather caresses the poet carefully in his poem, to call for freedom and change, with a balanced critical conscience, and not in the state of mind of those who see in ruin an architectural building worthy of the neighborhoods.
Each word has a special pulse, and a bell stimulates the recipient to think about its dimensions, and each sentence has a wink in the corner of what was seen except in his eyes. He is the writer who writes in the soul as he writes in the heart, where writing is part of his conscience, part of his life, part of this endless research in the sea of existence. In his texts, he embodies an intelligent and visionary vision, which calls everyone to believe that writing is not a profession, but rather a continuous research on beauty in fact and magic in the word.
Whenever I visited her family, I am surprised by her murder in a pile of her abundant books, the more she met her by chance, and he is more of a book, even at a time of a café in a man of Manisman or sands in Muhammadiyah .. and also swimming as a day, whatever the conditions of thought or the sea, thought. It is a literary being that drowns in existential reflections that go beyond the limits of words to the essence of man and the truth of the universe, to leave an impact on all those who read or hear. Each word he writes, and each letter speaks, is a journey to the revelation of the lost meaning between the hidden life of life.
Abdel Aziz Kokas is a writer who crosses the fragility of the world with the wisdom of the poet and the depth of the criticism, sees writing as a developer, not as a narration, is that the elegant presence in the heart of the press and in the space of literature, where the sound of his deep profile rides the idea, leaving his impact on the Spirit and the Spirit.
