Charbel Haber: Random Things the Gods Would Say to a Traveler Who Lost His Way

“Random Things the Gods Would Say to a Traveler Who Lost His Way” is a multi-media project that explores the passage of time and melancholia in the Mediterranean region. The project takes audiences on an introspective voyage through forgotten stories and lost civilizations. Through music, visuals, and storytelling, it invites reflection on our connection to history and the enduring power of melancholy. The project follows a traveler lost in time, encountering gods representing Mediterranean cultures. Haber’s guitar evokes longing and introspection, mirroring the traveler’s experiences. Visuals inspired by Mediterranean landscape and architecture enhance the atmosphere, while storytelling unveils enigmatic insights into the passage of time. With a non-linear structure, the project delves into alternate historical events, echoing the cyclical nature of history. It encourages the audience to contemplate their own place within the vast tapestry of time. “Random Things the Gods Would Say to a Traveler Who Lost His Way” serves as a reminder of the richness and fragility of the Mediterranean’s cultural heritage, inviting audiences to connect with forgotten stories and embrace melancholic beauty.

Charbel Haber

Reading poetry for Poseidon

Creator's Note

The streets were buzzing, new sects, new gods that spawned from old nightmares and dreams, from a series of unlikely victories to a succession of foretold defeats. Some were waiting for a black sail to appear, others were here in search of modern beliefs, something beautiful, not human, a picture of a ghost on a leisure cruise, an image of the perfect vacation. The future is an endless summer. Caviar only reminds me of a million fish lost in an angry sea. I came here to catch up on their whispers, they told me saints mumble in their sleep, come listen, you might learn something. I thought I knew history, I’m familiar with its hills and valleys, I’m aware how celestial bodies admire us mortals while sowing the seeds of our common tragedy. The future is an endless summer. Caviar only reminds me of a million fish lost in an angry sea. If I don’t go to war, war will come to me. We are inseparable. Since birth. I bid farewell to Poseidon before I head to visit the battlefield. May he always rule over the sea and sometimes the sky.