Tuesday, November 30, 2010

A BLUE NENUPHAR

les nenuphars de claude monet

I
A blue nenuphar
In subterranean throat
I drink of mirage
II
Blooming vine
With no current of revelry
Spring of days
III
blooming silently
In silent soul
Spring of forever

EKOJI BUDHIST TEMPLE
FAIEFAX STATION
1999

O PEOPLE

.....

WHY DO I WRITE NIMA?نیمایوشیج: افسانه

AFSANEH,Introduction#4,part 1
What we are witnessing now as an unrest in the past decade or two,has been translated in Nima's poetry ,into a revolution with all original and exuberant features.
Afsaneh of Nima was a starting point of a new poetry,specifically called NEW POETRY.,written by the theorititian and pioneer of this revolution in contemporary persian poetry,SHER NIMAI,
a k a:SHER NOW.
For a long time,poetry of Iran became a crop,in awe and intimidation by our heritage of the past,rather than discovery of present and creation of future.Social changes of the west and their technology also shared in these influences.Nima returned poetry to a form of art.He made it a creation of artist's mind,what he liked to call HONARPISHEH,now in contemporary Farsi/Persian language:ACTOR or ACTRESS.
If Nima did not appear at the turn of Persian century,1300/1921,with his visions and ideas,and his works,still we would be writing the poetry of return,a popular way of Ghajar era,and would argue on grammatical points in poetry but not inventing or changing them,or as Nima did bringing about The Language of Mazandarani or Tabari or Tati,meaning Non Turkic,as he liked to call it.
Nima from the essence and core of tradition and culture approached a new poetry.To open the gates and show the way for poets and their readers to follow.This tradition was not limited to Persian Heritage,but to European Schools as well,and particularly with symbolism of French poetry and writings.It was taken to the texts and new structures of Persian Poetry,and was instrumental to changes in the other fields of art,literature,and thoughts in Iran.
For the revolts as yet to come,Nima changed the road signs and raised hands for guidance.He compiled his Ideas in his notes and letters to friend,at times imaginary as well,frequently written to unidentified  correspondants,and or introductions to the selected poems of young generation such as Manuchehr Sheibani,Esmail Shahrudi,Shin Partov,among others..In his notes,Nima discussed poets and poetics in details,while as a prolific poet and writer,he was writing poetry and stories for adults and children...

PregPrevQ

Anyone who's sexually active like Cleopatra,or her sexual partners like Mark Anthony and many others,should be a good inventer of devices or methods for proper pregnancy prevention .That is how Elizabeth Taylor,I mean Cleopatra ,came up with the idea of a good and effective technique of contraception:
Salt
Mouse excrements(probably enhanced by female hormones containing urine)
Honey
Resin
...and apparently this combo worked ,according to population pop professionals,historians,archeologists,and more importantly:Sexologists.
Let's try it next time in superpopulated developing countries,and or personally!

LOVE IN THE YEAR OF JE T'AIME


je t'aime
how you say it in your mother tongue?


Love is a system
not tresspassed by
hatred.
Nor to be picked by seduction
neither be seductive.
You can not love you
and your loved ones
only
and hate your neighbors
and or
their loved ones.
Killig is forbidden in the land of love
because
love is a system.

FROM FOREST OF FALL

Then from forest of fall
Tears all clothings
The rainbow.
The horses of fall
Trotting naked and impatient
The night
To the beginning of
The road.
Then from forest of fall tears clothings the rainbow.
The horses of fall trotting naked and impatient to the beginning of the road.

DR FARAMARZ SOLEIMANI
22 NOVEMBER 2000
FALLS CHURCH,VIRGINIA

Monday, November 29, 2010

DE LAURENTIIS AND THE NEOREALIST CINEMA





some of the neorealist movies:bitter rice,obcession,bicycle thief,rome an open city,the road
DINO DE LAURENTIIS,ITALIAN DIRECTOR AND PRODUCER
b.August 8,1919
d.November 10.2010
For children of world war II,Dino de Laurentiis made Bitter Rice(1949),a movie of love,eroticism and hardship,featurng Sylvana Mangano,a model turned actress,who later maried Dino.
By this movie,Dino joined Italian Neorealism and ranked with directors and producers who were drawing post war Italia on their silver screen map.In fact obcession (1942)of Luchino Visconto,based on James Cain,s The Postman Rings a Bell Twice, was the first of this series,followed by
Vittorio de Sica's Children are watching us(1943),Shoeshine(1946),Bicycle thief(1948)
Roberto Rossellini"s Rome an open city(1945),Paisan (1946)
de Laurentiis also produced Fellini's La Strada and Nights of Cabiria,
and also Bergman's Serpent,s egg,Europa51 with Ingrid Bergman,war and peace
He collaborated with Carlo Ponti as well,and after building Dino Citta in Italy, joined Hollywood to continue his carrier.
Dino de Laurentiis who died in Beverly Hills,once said:
Making movies is all about instinct.Nobody taught Picasso how to paint...that comes from instinct and intuition.It comes from inside you.

TRISTAN,s bd:CHARLIE CHAPLIN

Posted by Picasatristan"the charlie chaplin"
close to be 10
and know 10
HE IS A BIG MAN  NOW!

From jungle of autumn
a rainbow rips her clothes.
The horses of fall rip their clothing too
in naked impatience
down the the jungle
of fall
on the beginning of the way.
Tired horses
running the way
on the beginning of rainbow.

FALLS CHURCH,
VIRGINIA
22 NOVEMBER 2000

PASSING OF BASHO

basho under basho tree
I
SUN SETS
IN THE ARMS OF FLOWER
TO BECOME SUN
II
SUDDENLY IT WAS MOON
HIDDEN IN A SUDDENLY HIDDEN SUN
UNDER BASHO TREE
III
AND MOON
HIDDEN BEHIND BLOSSOMS
OF FALL

--Three Haiku in Harmony
As only one Haiku
On passing of Basho,in November 28,1694

Sunday, November 28, 2010

AMIR HOSSEIN TABNAK(1314-1389)امیرحسین تابناک


ostad amir hossein tabnak,iranian master of calligraphy and his oeuvre,a poem of hafez,with zenderoudi

AMIR HOSSEIN TABNAK امیرحسین تابناک
b.29 ABAN 1314/ 20 NOV1935,TEHRAN
d. 27 ABAN 1389/18 NOVEMBER 2010,SAN JOSE,CALIFORNIA
A graduate of school of fine arts,Ostad Tabnak was a master of Persian calligraphy,and worked in a variety of other art fields such as painting,clligraphy-painting,ceramics,book designing ,and...
He was one of the founders of Iranian Society of Calligraphy/Anjoman Khoshnevisan Iran,where he taught.He also contributed to a workshop in Dr.Sackler Gallery of Smithsonian Museum in Washington,D.C.
and thought calligraphy there,as well as in Iranian Cultural Group and School,Vienna,Virginia;Dehkhoda Cultural group,San Jose,Califortnia.Ostad Tabnak was a member and cultural adviser to Iranian Cultural Socety of Washington,and designer and cultural advisor toIranian Yellow Pages.
Tabnak's works  has been shown in numerous exhibitions in Iran,U.S.,Japan,among other places
Some of Amir Hossein Tabnak,s artworks in Publications are:
A guide to Urdu language
Hafez with Hossein Zenderoudi حافظ با حسین زنده رودی
From Persia to Napa
از نیما و دریا ...Of Nima and the sea,poems of Faramarz Soleimani,Music of Nader Majd and Nima Majd,design and calligraphy:Ostad Tabnak,Cassette Cover ,Moj Book ,Washington,D.C.1995
Tabnak was a master of cooking too, a grand Persian chef,and especially his Abgousht was very well known among friends and visitors.He was a typical traditional Persian personality,with a big heart,full of love for everyone,and his vivid memories live forever with us all.
Soon excerpts of my article on Tabnak and his works,published in Simorgh Monthly of 1991
will appear in this space.

REFLECTION ON THE TIME AND OTHER OBJECTS

First you see them retro
Then you find them
Way behind
And behind comes from behind
Wearing retro
Pale
Colors.
It is a fairy playground
With towers of time.
When you are behind
you gotta hold on.
If you are behind
and you don't hold on
You're gonna be behind
and behind.
What is a very important step
In learning game?
You don't want to learn
From those who haven't learned.
Stay behind!
Let them stay behind!

Saturday, November 27, 2010

HAVANAWAVE/ONDAHAVANA

I don't wanna ride a tide
without Ernest Hemingway.
I don't wanna see streets of Havana
without vintage cars.
I don't wanna smoke cigars
without fishermen of the waves on the wharf.
I don't wanna miss
Buena Vista Social Club
without ox drawn cacharros.

Wading foot in turqoise waves I want amigos not being dressed up,but dancing with damas of color coral reefs, sitting on silky sands.Our clay casa might be swept down by dew of dawn but warmth are in abundance in the chambers of our heart.We have been kept at bay.Now we wanna be havanized with you,
o mascota de vecindario amoroso! o hombres y mujers de barrio maravoso!

I don't wanna ride a tide
without Ernest Hemingway.
I don't wanna see streets of Havana
without vintage cars.
I don't wanna smoke cigars
without fishermen of the waves on the wharf.
I don't wanna miss
Buena Vista Social Club
without ox drawn cacharros.

CIRCLE

picasso:la ronde
NOBDY KNOWS YOU
UMMM
IF YOU DON'T KNOW THYSELF.
GET OUT OF CIRCLE!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

ROSE ORANGE

Only a rose lonely
to the taste of sun
until the air of garden
blossoming in orange loneliness.
It is an ever lonely gathering
to the dreams of the wall
an ever gathering lonely.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

DIEGO RIVERA and MEXICAN MURALISTS

diego rivera's mural
orozco's hombre de fuego
work by siqueiros
rufino tamayo's mural
candido portinari's mural in library of congress,washington,d.c.

What mexican muralist in their L'Ecole Mexicaine offered to the reality of painting was presenting their social scenes in hyperreal size.Canvas and frames were too small a room to breathe.They chose walls.And at times if they lost walls due to differences with owners,like Rockefellers,they moved to larger scales and national dominions,as this was the case with Diego Rivera.
Rivera,born november 24 in Guanajuato,was the most celebrated of the three major mexican muralists.
He was larger than life in reality,and in his hyperreality,and became even larger with dramas of love and marriage with Frieda Khalo,the Reverent Dame of Mexican painting,dpicted in the movie:Frieda.
Diego Rivera first joined the group of School of Paris in Monparnasse.
On return to Mexico,Rivera rediscovered himself through the rich history of Mayans ,Aztecs and their ancient art,and selected the walls of buildings,inside and outside,to express his socio-populist views.
This search and performance pioneered a dynamic school of the art,in which Jose Clemente Orozco(1883-1949) and Sequeiros,among others contributed in doctrines and executions.Rufino Tamayo(1899-1991),and the Brazilian neo-realist artist Candido Portinari also contributed to this school .They  expanded the folk images and their hardship, through the world.Diego Rivera died 1957 and left his legacy in Mexico,Latin America.caribean Islands and the whole world of the art.
I have mentioned somewhere else that one of the biggest collection of Mexican Muralists I ever visited was in Tehran Museum of Fine arts/Musee Honarhaye Ziba.This was after revolution and at  that time I published two articles on the subject in our art and literary publications:Farhang Novin and Iran Honar,and tried to follow them laterin different countries  and continents,but never forgot the memories of that gorgeous exhibition of Tehran in 1358/1979.
I hope they are still there
.When Pablo Neruda was The Chilean Consul in Mexico 1940-1943,he started a close friendship with Rivera-Khalo,to write a poem for them .I also published a translation of this poem in my book:
Pablo Neruda's Love Poems,Tr.F.Soleimani and A Mohit,Yushij 1364/1985,pp 38-39,
under the title of :Dusk 2
(originally from:100 Love Poems LXXVI,pp 160-161)
See More:
www.faramarzsoleimani.blogfa.com/farsi
a new translation of this poem will be published soon.

TOULOUSE-LAUTREC

HENRY de TOULOUSE-LAUTREC,French artist
b.24 nov 1864,Albi
d.9 sep 1901
The chronicler of parisian demi-monde,Lautrec spent times in Monmartre with models and also painting prostitute.He was Andy Warhol of his time,and a close friend of absinth,.But hiscolored pencil circus  drawings,lithographs,poster and paintings of clowns and clowness,people of the pleasure times and places remained to make his name a household of French painting.once someone said Lautrec's art all are painted in absinth.
The artist of human figure died of syphilis at age of 37 ,in Chateau de Malromeat Celeyran.No way you can call him sentimental,but he was interested in his characters to the degree of being compassionate with them.

Monday, November 22, 2010

A*SH*N*A:BIJAN JALAI'S I AM OUTSIDE ME

POEM OF SOIL,POEM OF SUN/sher e khak,sher e khorshid
by:
BIJAN JALALI,1378-1396
*
I
I AM OUTSIDE ME
LIKE WIND OUTSIDE THE WINDOW
OR WATER AT SEA
I AM EVERYWHERE BUT OUTSIDE ME
AND ALL THERE IS
IS OUTSIDE
FULL OF ME.
ONLY POSSIBLE ONES
SMILED TO ME
AND PASSED BY
AND I GRABBED
THE POSSIBLE ONES.
II
I have a word
I never
wrote
Because it is whiter than the paper
III
What a luck!
When it snows
And you know
Birds' body is warm.
IV
WHITE DOVE
The words of my poems
Are like white doves
And the day is
Lighter than their white wings

TEHRAN TEHRAN


It is autumn with Magritte's Shahrzad
It is autumn
Arriving in Tehran
Covering for autumn
In Mossadegh/pahlavi Avenue
Or in Old Shemiran Road.
It is red with blood
In streets
Or on the roofs
It is white at dawn
Or green
But sometimes silent
At the edge of desert.
It is Shahrzad of 1001 nights
Slipping out of sapphire water of
Caspian Sea.
See you in Tehran
Tehran  Tehran



Saturday, November 20, 2010

RENE MAGRITTE's SILENT SIRENS



from 21 november 1898
to 15 august 1967
RENE MAGRITTE was tempted badly with creation.
Itching all over body
he pulled submerged sirens
out of the wave on the rocks
and made no comments
between the lines
while nursing them.
Not much of story left
but kisses goodbye
in silence.
What is this constant cry then
for rituals of love?!
An there were clouds
penetrating windows
of the world.
Rene Magritte,born at Lessines,in Belgium and a pioneer of L'ecole Blge de Surrealistes,with his countyman:Delavaux,who was born a year before him in 1897 but never reached  the same level of international acclaim,as Magritte.
In Magritte's oeuvres,objects are constantly transformd and leave behind an absurd trace,not always being seen ,but manipulating the viewer's mind.So although precisions are felt,but his anti-painting ,similar to Chirico's,is going  successfully for confusion and tumult.The tumbler,but stays alive and well ,and his sesitivities are brushing ours.That is how Magritte went towards impressionism,although he started with cubism and even futurism.The great visionary did not overlook the east in his vast world,and his Sheherzad,with three impressive rings of eyes and lips, is one of his final oeuvres,painted 1950.
This brief note and the poem above,is  to celebrate Magritte's birthday on November 21,2010
--F.S.

A*SH*N*A: BIJAN JALALIبیژن جلالی

Bijan Jalaliبیژن جلالی 
A*SH*N*A
بعضی از آدمها پر از مفهوم هستند
پر از حس های خوبند
پر از حرفهای نگفته اند
چه هستند، هستند
و چه نیستند، هستند
یادشان
خاطرشان
حس های خوبشان
آدمها
بعضی هایشان
سکوتشان هم پر از حرف هست
پر از مرهم به هر زخم است !

بیژن جلالی
HAPPY BIRTHDAY POET,ON 30 ABAN/NOVEMBER 21 !
How each branch of tree
Chooses
Its direction
That is not
Like the others
--BIJAN JALALI
Tr.F.S.

اگر کسی مرا خواست
بگویید: رفته باران ها را تماشا کند.
و اگر اصرار کرد،
بگویید: برای دیدن طوفان ها
رفته است!
و اگر باز هم سماجت کرد،
بگویید:
رفته است تا دیگر بازنگردد...
- بیژن جلالی

Friday, November 19, 2010

A*SH*N*A:MOHAMAD ALI SEPANLOUمحمدعلی سپانلو

A*SH*N*A
See More: www.mojbook.blogspot.com/mojmajorpersianpoets/sepanlou
MOHAMAD ALI SEPANLOU,also SEPANLU,
poet,writer,critic,editor,journalist,publisher
b.TEHRAN, 29 ABAN 1319/NOV 20 1940
*
It is true that we are encircled by oblivion
Still we do not remember anything
And we do not have history
There is only our birthday
That became true
With the infinity of your name
from the poem:AT THE END OF THE CENTURY,
AUTUMN IN THE HIGHWAY,selected poems

 محمد علی سپانلو................
تو ساعتی تو چراغی تو بستری تو سکوتی
چگونه می توانم
که غایبت بدانم
مگر که خفته باشی در اندوه هایت
تو واژه ای تو کلامی تو بوسه ای تو
سلامی
چگونه می توانم که غایبت بدانم
مگر که مرده باشی در نامه هایت
تو یادگاری تو وسوسه ای تو گفت و گوی درونی
چگونه می توانی که غایبم بدانی
مگر که مرده باشم من در حافظه ات
بهانه ها را مرور کردم
گذشته را به آفتاب سپردم
به عشق مرده
رضایت دادم
یعنی
همین که تو در دوردست زنده ای
به سرنوشت رضایت دادم


  • Faramarz Soleimani این که هنوز نام و اندام و پیغام شاعر عشق است وبازقصد پرواز دارد بارقه ی امیدی است ناباور در جایی که همه اوراپنهان می کنند و یا با او گم می شوند در عصر عسرت.
    او که از کفر ابلیس مشهور تر است .چگونه دو دوست پیدایش نمی کنند .من اگر بودم از زیر سنگ هم پیدایش می کردم
    بدا به میهنی که شا عرا نش اینسان پیش از رفتن گمنام می شوند و صدایشان همیشه در حبس صوت جای می گیرد

    صدایم را در ضبط صوت حبس کن
    این آواز خراباتی
    برای غروب تنهایی است
    هنگام سرما و بادی
    که چتر کافه های زیر پایت را می لرزاند
    بامدادهای خکستری
    که پشت پنجره ات ژاله یخ می بندد
    بشنو ، بشنو ، بشنو
    تو را خوانده است
    برای تو که نام تو ، اندام تو، پیغام تو عشق است
    آن وقت می توانی
    مثل سال هایی که همدیگر را نمی شناختید
    از پله ها فرود ایی
    قهوه ای بنوشی
    و کلمات ترانه را
    با بخار شیرین دهانت
    در هوا پرواز دهی

    محمدعلی سپانلو

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

POSTCARD FROM WALKINGTON/SHAHNAMEH FERDOSI


ferdosi and shahnameh ferdosi
ferdosi mausoleum ,built for millennium of his birth in tus,khorasan,1313/1924

Walking in Washington , like in any other metropolis of the world,is soul searching of that city,to expedite and explore,to discover the discovered,and to landfall on a grand shore of art and culture.Also in this scene,if a beautiful fall day is wandering around with you,then there is no reason to whine,but have joy and jubilate on your trail,to be a good company...
It is all about seeking a surprise system,but so much so of daily routines are in abundance,rubbing on the tip of your toes that confuses your navigator and directions.
What we always do is moving the city with us,who is moving us with her,and we see her flirting from all dimensions,to be  real and abstract.We build and rebuild her at present and in history.We make her naked in a new museum to walk around her,and then adorn and enjoy.
This behavior is painful too,when you are counting the urban blocks in numbers and letters and names,up and down and diagonal,and still going and going and going...
.....
November is the National Novel Writing Month.Now we are writing our own novel  by foot,in streets of D.C.,our medium size metropolis with her extralarge generous museums,tout a gratuits,todos gratis!On this
our camears and sights are in good assistance.It is written by letters and light.It is a cirque du soleil in fall.And it falls.Like any other cirque or cirque players,it comes for setting up an it goes.It never settles down.If it does it is spoiled,and that is the end,without being the end!Gypsies are born gypsies.Gypsies are in and out of their own traelogues.
I grasped eternity by the tail of the words,like those monkeys in Dr Arthur Sackler,M.D.'s museum,who are grasping each others tail to reach moon.What a dreamy dramatic darn moon landing.Now FIRDOSI(but not Firdawsi) with his SHAHNAMEH(but not Shahnama)is waiting around the corner from Moon Gate Garden as an extension of eternity to give us a tour of unwritten novel,called history.
We start by Bazm and Razm,feasting and fighting,and by the end of the day,we still standing there in bazm and razm`.There are old books in the box under the light,illumination and double illumination,writings on the wall with maps,mostly very helpful,and the miniatures,great persian miniatures or classical paintings,with all those mongolian faces superimposed on Iranian mythological characters.If FERDOSI (but not Firdawsi)was here, he would have started writing his SHAHNAMEH(but not Shahnama)all over again,although when we were browsing books in the museum shop,we noticed Dick Davis did it beautifully for him,this time in english, this time already revived and popular around the world.
From Kyomars,the first man to Yazdgerd Sassani,all 50 kings,including 3 women are gathering here in razm and bazm.They came like the wind and departed like breath.By the way my great grandfather was there too.I am referring to DIV MAZANDARAN,a protector and symbol of Behdinan that Rostam was assigned by Zoroastrian to fight with,but he survived.He survived by leaving his spiritual heritage to all religions to come in the next 5-6 millennia,in the region or
faraways,including,Mitraism,Manichism,Zoroastrism,Buddhism,Brahmanism,Induism and so called light religions,all three of them.As you noticed DIV=Dieu or god never dies,contrary to Nietzshe and the rumors he scattered in tabloids.
SHAHNAMEH(not Shahnama) is not an aftermath.It is a beginning to dream big and drape the time,with the curtains torn repeatedly.Sackler Museum in a friendly environment tried to set all these in a small room,semi dark,with a lot of familiar faces ,but so untrustful to each other,they wouldn't look at you in the eyes,not to mention,wearing a pale smile.what you see in the book,you would experience in this humble room.
That how human relationships and bondage were practiced from prehistory and through history.And
that's how it goes in here and now.
It was a beatiful season with the sun all out,then overcast started to show up .Near Smithsonian red brick castle,we met this couple from Chicago,who were looking for gem stones.we guided them to Natural History Museum,for free,and then asked them how Rahm is doing?The lady said she cares more for Mayor Daley,and doesn't have much news on Mayor-to-be.Then on the gravel road,you tried to explain to me what the sculpture garden  means ,and we thought Hirshhorn Museum is not only a COLOR FORM,or Argentinian artist Guillermo Kuitca's walk through show,with all his ripped out maps,although his 3D setting sat deep in our eyes and in Suaie's video.
It is a window you look at the world.
It is a window you are looked at.
We descended the triple cylindrical tower  and looked at Hirshhorn mojistic Sculpture Garden, through the sky of autumn,with Marino Marini's celestial horseman and Henry Moore's women ,reclinining and crouching.
There were golden leaves and the sun.
There were herbs and plants,and then the National Gallery.s Sculpture Garden on our way with Juan Miro's bird ,Chinese Imperial soldiers ,and company.
We walked through the little European Quarter of 7th Street,then walked  back in Walkington to complete our 6 miles trail,passing by Langston Hughes old house and reaching Langston Hughes Way, to drive back home,through the ever griddlocked Route 66,to and fro.This is our Route 66,different than your antique Route 66 of Chicago to Arizona and California.
There were clouds again gathering and scattering in skylane , and the sun saying farewell.
It's been a wonderfall day!



w/hirshhorn's henry moore,reclining woman in two pieces
also:
argentine artist guillermo kuitca's hirshhorn
italian marino marini's horseman
spanish juan miro's bird
IT'S BEEN A WONDERFALL DAY!
THERE IS NO LINE NOR BOTTOM LINE.
IT IS ALL ABOUT DEPARTING FROM ONE PAGE
AND ARRIVING IN THE OTHER.

LONELY FAR SEA

I am lonely in island of wandering lonely in far sea
Who
is
wandering
lonely
in
far sea
of
Lonely
island

Monday, November 15, 2010

MONET @ 100 IN GREEN MOVEMENT

IT IS 1000 MONET
OR 100
OR AT LEAST 10
OR EVEN
ONE.
IT IS THE SUNSET
AND WE SET TO MEET
IN THE SUN.
IT IS MONET'S IMPERSSSION
OF SUNSET.
DOES
SUN
EVER SET?
happy birthday claude monet at age one hundred.
happy another one hundred  years,claude  monet.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

DRAW NO LINE -REDUX

DO NOT DRAW THE LINE THAT LAY IN LINE WHILE  DO NOT LAY YOU IN LINE.
DO NOT LINE IN TIS AND TAT AND TOS AND TEES(WHATEVER!)
DO NOT DEFINE THE LINE TO DRAW YOU IN LINE WHEN YOU LAY IN LINE

DRAW NO LINE

DRAW NO LINE
DO NOT LAY ON THE LINE
DELINEAT NOT
NOT IN LINE!
WE ARE LINING
IN LINES
BUT LINES DO NOT
DRAW LINES
THEY DO NOT LAY ON LINE
NOT DELINEATE
IN LINE
-NOT!

Monday, November 8, 2010

FALL FALLS BACK IN LOVE

I bring a bouquet
and take her back
by the arm
or we just stop gypsying around
for one hour or so.
Are we gaining
or loosing
when all fire is free in us?
And in our dewy voice
are we lost on the road
with our broken hour glass?
It is all a lax and re-lax
while the atomic clocks
flying in the sky
differ in their opinions.
A house warming party
is warming up on our arrival
when the pendulum has swang.
deeds and misdeeds are parted
still together.
So lay back and relax responsibly
in faux times.
And do not forget
to forget
when making love
in fall.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

DALAI LAMA's GOOD HEART

EVERYONE CAN DEVELOP A GOOD HEART
AND A SENSE OF UNIVERSAL RESPONSIBILITY.
--DALAI LAMA
MY SPIRITUAL JOURNEY,is published
This is the 70th book of "just a monk",as he is calling himself.
*
If it is the sun or
the moon
If it is the constellation
or hour glass
I like them to take one hour break
and just listen to
Dalai Lama's good heart.
--F.S.

Friday, November 5, 2010

AUTUMN IN PARIS




autumn in paris
image by : susie soleimani
WANDERING AGAIN IN THE PARK
WITH HER PALETTE AND BRUSH
AUTUMN AT WORK
--F.S.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

OF FALL

Loose leaf
wears the road
verses of creeper vine.
Burnt maple
graffiti of the wind
in songs of yellow throat thrash.
Bend of the road
to red tresses
of the hearth.
Torn dresses of fall
regarded in pieces
by mirrors of the wind.
Nov 1,2010

Monday, November 1, 2010

EZRA POUND,THE MOST MODERN OF MODERNS-2

NOVEMBER 1,1972
EZRA POND PASSED OUR WORLD
HE ALWAYS HAS A BERTH IN OUR WORD
Any anthology of American poetry starts with Walt Withman's poems,who 20 years before birth of Robert Frost published his LEAVES OF GRASS,and remained as a symbol of innovation and freedom,with his influence on poets of Americas and Europe.Withman,in fact ,was Ezra Pound before Ezra Pound.
Ezra Pound too,as poet,translator,critic,editor,counselor,correspondent,manifesto writer,movement maker and "persona" has a perrennial presence in these anthology to leave his signature on anglo-american poetry and literature.He wrote:
THE AGE DEMANDED AN IMAGE
OF ITS ACCELERATED GRIMMAGE
SOMETHING FOR THE MODERN STAGE
NOT AT ANY RATE AN ATTIC GRACE/
zamaneh tasviri mi khast
az gham e modam
chizi baraye sahneh haye no
va nah penhanye posht e bam
(Ezra Pound poem tr.in farsi by:F.S.)