Tuesday, May 31, 2011

MAYMAHI XTRAAA: IT IS ALL A WAVE

* FOR PAZ, A  PRESENT of THE LAST DAY IN MAY
It is all a wave
between going and coming
and becoming.
Tongue is desire
and so is language,
Shaping our word
in the form and figure
of a wave.
Fluttering in our heart and wings
Not as flat anymore
but bending and bouncing
and trouncing.
It 'll all start
before it starts
in oblivion.
Then sets our skin on flames
in the very first gaze,
When it ends
after it ends.
Sharp is our tongue
for desire
And so is our spicy language,
The language of love.
It is all a wave
Into a wave
waving wave
Crying hard in silence
silencing in cry.
Love is flying floods
of water wave
gushing at dawn
in our dwelling
of rushing happy hours .
O Baby!
31 MAY 2011

MAYMAHI: Zone Sport

A wall we built
cut thru a wall we did not!
It was a life ago when we met
 before we met
HEAT AND MAVERICKS
Ritual of
rain or reveries
A complex confusion clear cut
Winners in double
Golden memory of marina
With palms and rex
Crying for happy hours
In final
WE LOVE THIS GAME!


5.31.11

3.READING SARTRE IN QUAIL HILL

*F.S; # 1300
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2.READING SARTRE IN ORANGE COUNTY

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1.READING SARTRE ON THE ZONE ORANGE

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MAYMAHI ENCORE: OLD MAN AND THE SILENT SEA

*FROM 5.30.2011
QUAIL HILL,ORANGE COUNTY
... گلهای کاغذی تپه های کبک
به شکل انسانی مه
نخل ها و چتر آفتابی
پست عریان تو
باربی کیوی دریای غرایب
خودکار من می افتاد روی زمین  و 
دفترم خالی می ماند 
روزهایی که حرف نزدیم اما حرف فراوان داشتیم 
روزی که با خودمان هم حرف نزدیم 
خانه های با لهجه ی فارسی 
شناگر آفتاب   آفتابگیر باغ 
دیوار حایل  تاق کسرا 
باز می اندیشم که حادثه را هنوز نمی دانم 
زبان همه زبان خاموشی است 
کسی دیگر می آید تا زبان کسی دیگر را 
در خاموشی پی گیرد 
گلدان گل کاغذی 
سایبان فراموش 
آوای سکوت 
می روم تا کمی در آب و کف غرق شوم 
غرق اندیشه های آب 
و کف 
یک قطره برگ روی سیمان داغ له می شود
یک قطره از عاشقی برگ و باغ 
یاس سپید و سرخ   سبز و سپید و سرخ توی بشقاب 
صدای ویولونسل یو یو ما 
آوای خاموش دوست در دوردست 
گشتی  در آب و کف
گشتی در آفتاب و خاک 
یک مشعل سوزان 
جای خالی مهتاب 
آفتاب آفتابی 
نسیم .
پس این جا این ها همه چرا 
به یک چهره اند؟
بولگوگی داغ  بولگوگی دنده   بولگوگی چشم دنده 
وقتی می آمدم ۱۶۹ بودم 
وقتی بر می گردم می ترسم روی ترازو بروم 
زمین به جامه ی سبز 
شهر به جامه ی سبز 
و من به جامه ی سبز 
با باغ سبز بهار  که در راه می ماند
و روز به بی قراری می آید 
یک ماهی تنها توی خشکی مانده است 
بام های سفالی شمال 
سرو و سرخدار 
آفتاب بر شانه های نسیم 
امید و بچه ها توی آب 
عصر آتش 
دنده های روی آتش 
شراره ی آتش 
حلزون ها در راه 
.
بعد می آیم سپهری می خوانم :
"زندگی درک همین اکنون است 
زندگی شوق رسیدن به همان 
فردایی ست که نخواهد آمد 
تو نه در دیروزی و نه در فردایی 
ظرف امروز پر از بودن توست"
او در همین تنهایی خود را نوشت 
و ما در تنهایی خود را می نویسیم 
مثل همان گل ها که در باغ روی تپه ها 
در با د می وآزاد 
و زندگی را به فردا می برد 
"زندگی ترجمه ی روشن خاک است در آیینه ی عشق "
و آمدیم فیلم والنتین آبی را دیدیم 
و مرد پیر در آبی ها غرق شدء
.
دره ی شن ها 
ماهورهای شیطان توی پنجره 
روی صندلی دندانپزشکی 
صدای چرخ و مته و تیشه و سندان 
هوای  69  درجه ی آفتابی
خیابانگردی با یاد دوست 
بیمارستان دوقلوی ارواین
پول پور شتاب بزرگراه 
لحظه هایم را با تو قسمت می کنم 
NO PED CROSSING
باید از این سد هم بگذرم
به جانب انزوا می روم 
انزوای کافه استارباکس (...باکس)
انزوای روزنامه لس آنجلس و نیویورک 
انزوای استخر 
انزوای راه در تنهایی 
دروازه سنگی  تپه چشمه ها  تپه باغ ها 
آیا ما واقع گرا بودیم ؟
مارمولکی آرام توی آفتاب نشسته است 
درخت ها و تاق گل کاغذی 
ساری کنار فواره سنگی 
مراقب پرنده ها باشید! 
گالری نقاشی   سایه های آفتابی 
LA KABOB 
کمی توی آفتاب نشستم
کنار سایه ی با د 
کمی آفتاب توی پوستم نشست 
تلاطم و خاطره در تلاطم خاطره  
اطلسی ارغوانی  پیچک یاس 
پوست عریان اوکالیپتوس 
حلزون های راه 
مگنولیای بی مگنولیا   بشقاب اماریلیس 
چه خوش بینی زایدی!
دوربین یک چشم 
بلوط بلند 
خانه درختی 
با د نما و 
قالی 
پوچی  خوکچه هندی کوچولو 
تپه های سرو 
تپه های روباه 
باغ بزرگ منطقه نارنج 
نارنجزار نارنجی 
حالا چه پوشیده ای ؟ 

MAYMAHI 135: FINALE

به آغاز آمد این دفتر که در عصر روز آغازین به آغاز آماده بود

It's been an amazing road
touched by torch and flame.
We are a tumultuous tribe
In troubled time
Setting the love road
To rainbow,
We are forgotten in daily routines
In and out of
golden cage.

به پایان آمد این راه و رنگین کمان
تا راه و رنگین کمانی  نو
در دفتری دیگر

MAYMAHI 134: YOUR GREEN

سبز تو
سبز می زند
وقتی که می نویسمش
آبی عریان می شود
ان  ماهی تنها 
که بر خاک افتاده بود 
حالا قصد دریا دارد 
در بی انتهای سبز آبی 
۳ شنبه ۳۱ می  

Monday, May 30, 2011

MAYMAHI 133: AT 6 O'CLOCK EVENING

در ساعت ۶ عصر ۲۲ می ۲۰۱۲ مردی در حوالی دریا تنها مانده است که جزیره یی خاموش را می نگرد و زیتون زاران  و باغ فندق را ...آنگاه قایقی خالی به سوی او می آید تا سفری دور و دراز را آغاز کنند و منظر  آنان توفانی است .
کسی دست باران را می گیرد تا به دریا بسپارد .در عصر های خاکستری  باغدر راه قدم بر می دارد
 .تندیس زن مفرغی پنهان شده است و نویسنده ی بزرگ دارد آخرین داستانش راکنار میدان  می نویسد .
مرا تا کجا می برید ای ابرهای پریشان 
مرا تا کجای تشویش می برید؟
دسته گلی را که از رزهای سپید برایت درست کردم توی باغچه چیدم و آمدم تا با تو پرواز کنم 
یک شقایق  سرخ بر گیسوانت می نشانم 
۲۹  می 
.
صورتی و ارغوان   سبز و ارغوان 
سرخ و آبی و ارغوان 
روبان ها ما را به سفر می برند 
روبان ها ما را غمین از سفر باز می آورند 
صورتی و ارغوان 
سبز و ارغوان 
سرخ و آبی و ارغوان 
و کتابهای تو روی میز 
و روزنامه ها و خانه ی خالی 
۳۰ می 
.
 از پنجره نمی خواهم بیرون را بنگرم
پنجره را می بندم
تنها آوای بال می وزد در با د
بی قصد باز گشت 
۳۰ می .
... 

MAYMAHI 132: IDYLL OF ZONE ORANGE


leonora carrington's wave
*POSTCARD FROM ORANGESPHERE DATED 5.29.2011-...
Falling in lust
With hills and moguls
You chase the quails
To bushes
The sun
Staring at you
When sliding out of morning fog
*
It is just blue
And all blue clouds
Are swept away
By our open wings.
*
No wonder Croce  says
the soul of romanticism
is not dead although
some of its forms
were dead.
We revive all forms and figures with our great love.
*
....

MAYMAHI 131:ONLY ONE NAME

تنها یک نام که می جویمش مدام 
که مرا می جوید مدام 
تنها یک نام می گردم 
تنها یک نام می گردد 
۳۰ می 
اورنج کانتی 
On the road
In streets and parks
In sky and on earth
there is only one name
I am looking for her
And she is looking for me
I only become one name
She only becomes one name
-May 30
Grey Monday
ZONE ORANGE

Sunday, May 29, 2011

POSTCARD FROM ZONE ORANGE

*قصیده ی کوتاه منطقه ی نارنجی:
ماه ماهورهای مهتابی هم  امشب دمی از خرامیدن غافل نمی ماند
--اورنج کانتی 
می ۲۹
یکشنبه    

MAYMAHI 130: BLUE

IT IS JUST BLUE
THE SKY AND US.
AND ALL BLUE CLOUDS
ARE SWEPT AWAY
BY OUR OPEN WINGS.

MAY 29

MAYMAHI129: POSTCARD EROM MARZ


On the road
I take you with me
to give you a bouquet of white rose
Eveeryday.
On the road
I take you with me
Somewhere in my throat
To sing you along
With my words.
Love is the time of
Roses and nightingales.
On the road
In floods of rivers
Earthquakes of hanging walls
Or twisters of plains
We will be star at dawn
Or earth and water.
We will be hands
In hands
With the wind and fire.
And sing again:
Flaming Tornado
Touched down in May
Ground breaking book of love.
Now,we are adding another date to our new calender:
29 MAY

Saturday, May 28, 2011

MAYMAHI 128: NOVEL GARDEN

گشت دیگری دور باغ
که باغ دیگری می شود
به گشت
و تازه
باغ می شود
در آفتاب 

۲۸ می  

MAYMAHI 127: I KNEW IT WAS COMING

دوباره سایه های شب
آسمان پگاهی را رقم می زند
و پرنده
 شاخه های گمنامش را می جوید .
من به انتظار پرواز
 خاموش مانده ام
تنها دمی از ماه می خواهم
تا در های مهتابی را
به روی راه بگشایم
تنها دمی از مهتابی پیشانی ت .
حالا تاریخ دیگری را به تقویم تازه مان می افزاییم

۲۸ می

MAYMAHI 126: YOUR CELLAR

These two clusters of grapes
coming every night,
sitting on the glass table,
staring at me.
Tonight I want to take them to your cellar
and drink them.
These two clusters of voluptuous grapes.

5.28

Friday, May 27, 2011

MAYMAHI 125:SILENT SYCAMORE

SO SILENT
ON A CLOUD CLAD
SPRING SYCAMORE
DISTANT SUN
SITTING
WITH MORNING STAR
خاموش با چنار بهاری ی ابرپوش  
آفتاب دور دست و ستاره سحری  نشسته اند
۲۷ می

MARTINHANNAHDEGGER

A controversialist
Kissed
a controversialist
On the philosophical
Cheek.
Life
Is
Haiku.

MAYMAHI 124: A BRICK COLOR ON THE WALL


رنگ آجری می زند بر دیوار
آفتاب بامدادی
تا هوای تازه
با پیچک در پیچد  .
در وقت های موافق
که در باغ قدم می زند
رنگ آجری را
به باران می سپرد .
رنگ آجری تازه می ماند
بر دیوار بامدادی

۲۷ می

MAYMAHI 123: MORNING IN HIGHWAY

صبح در بزرگراه
تندیس سایه ها
عربده ی کامیون ها
ماه خسته
 محله ی خفته
چراغ های بیدار
صف کیسه های کنار خیابان
سپور ها و ارتشی ها
سمفونی اول سن سان
صدای محکم شب 
کنار خالی رهرو 
صبح در بزرگراه 

-جمعه ۲۷ می   

Thursday, May 26, 2011

MAYMAHI 122: ROSE WITH BLUE RIBBON


مثل شبی که شبیه شب تو شد
ستاره بازی کردیم
به موجاموج شدن
و آمدن تو
و دوباره آمدن تو
مثل شبی شد
شبیه شب تو
روبان آبی را گشودم
وقتی روبان آبی را پیدا کردم
بر گردن عریان گل
و خواب خوش صدف
در صدف گشوده
بسته  باز
۲۷ می

MAYMAHI 121: SILENCE IN SILENCE

SILENCE
SAYS SILENCE
IN SILENCE.
HOW WE SAY
SILENCE
IN SILENCE?
--5.26
(all in silence)

MAYMAHI 120/3 :IN SILENCE w/PAZ(farsi and english)

We spent this whole month and the month before,and the month before that with PAZ.
Now let see how we look at form, in naked figures,and how we get along with that:

I turn the page of the day
writing what I ' m told
by the motion  of your eyelashs.

I enter you
the truthfulness of the dark.
I want proofs of darkness want
to drink the black wine:
take my eyes and crush them.

A drop of night
on my breast's tip:
mysteries of the carnation.

Chasing my eyes
I open them inside your eyes.

Always awake
on its garnet bed;
your wet tongue.

There are fountains
in the gardens of your veins.

With a mask of blood
I cross your thoughts blankly:
amnesia guides me
to the pther side of life

روز را ورق می زنم
می نویسم هر آنچه به من گفته اند
به حرکت مژگان تو .

تا درون تو می آیم 
حقیقت تاریکی .
می خواهم تاریکی را بجویم ،می خواهم
از شرابی سیاه بنوشم:
چشمانم را بگیر و بر فشار .

قطره یی از شب 
بر نوک پستان تو 
معماهای میخک . 

می گشایم چشمان بسته ام را
در درون چشمان تو .

همیشه بیدار 
بر بستر گل 
زبان نمور تو .

چشمه هایی ست
در باغ رگان تو .

با رخدیس خون
می گذرم از اندیشه هات 
فراموشی به راهم می برد 
تا جانب دیگر زندگی 

ترجمه : فرامرز سلیمانی


MAYMAHI 120/2: SILENCE IS A FORM

wilem de kooning women
figures in forms
*INSIGHTS IN PROSE POEM:
Silence is a form.It is a form of silence or " arousing in fulfillment",as Kenneth Burke puts it.
In my book:FRA,Farhang e Rahnamaye Adabi /
it is totally related to its cause and effects, organizing the elements of work.It is the old devision  of form and content that if you overlook and forget,you will be admonished  by The Party.
But as The Party is gone now ,you can mingle them and form a combo to express form
in form and content.
To fecondate and concieve form .to form form,as the poet and artist does:
I put you in front
to form
a front form.
You fell
and fractured.
I put me in front
to form
a front form
I fell and fractured.
This is the fate of ill fated figures
O Baby!
One thing I never forget
Since I saw you virtually naked
was that you were so
Honest and sincere
in forms and figures.
How lucky we are,
How lucky!
O Baby!

In Cafe
By Noon of Today
5.26.11

MAYMAHI 120/1: IN SILENCE,FOOTNOTE ON FORMS AND FIGURES


stephen de staebler's disfigure,sculpture,houston,texas
EVEN WINGS ARE DISFORMED AND DISFIGURED


OF INSIGHTS IN PROSE POEM
The modern form,forms a mystery when you look away from reality form in nature,when we gave form to her in stone,metal,clay and plastics. They all change a plastic form in front  of our eyes ,when we live for decades and generations.It is like a tall wall ,finally melting by destiny.
Now hold my hands to form my hands.
Don't give a farewell form
In our farewell.
forget...me...not!
.
"We are all wounded  survivers ,alive but devasted selves , fragmented,isolated,the condition of modern [hu]man ", said Stephen De Staebler,who did human fractured forms and figures,to escape death.He left all his living forms with the world ,two weeks ago at age 78.
"Art " he believed "tries to restructure reality ,so that we can lieve with suffering"Suffering of form that is,or form of suffering.He was fine and factual with women and men's form,and his forms always looked alike,never metaphor of irony,but always a tragedy.Tragedy of form,is surrounding us,but tragedy alleviates with love,not vulgars,if we learn to save our love and lives from vulgars..
Love is our form,ready and available if we are ready and available to be flexed  and figurative,even when we disfigure them or as trying too...
"The human figure is the most loaded form..",once he said."It is our prison.It is what gives us life and gives us death."
It is human-men and women-who form their prison .After all it is a prison of form too.To flourish with us.
It arrives with rationals and it is a part of far and near future.Form is prisoned with us,in our prison of form in life and love and death.
.
This cafe is not Jean Paul Sartre and Simn De Bouvoir's cafe.It is too loud for me.I leave the rest of my thoughts for another time and leave...
I go to footnotes
After my pedicure
When forms are
dysfunctional.
And my skin itches to form
a new form
if form is ready for footnotes
EVEN WINGS ARE DISFORMED AND DISFIGURED.
5.26.11
By noon time
.....

MAYMAHI 120: IN SILENCE

OF INSIGHTS IN PROSE POEM:
Life is a form,figured and formed by death.Each time I think of you and I feel you on my side ,I deny death ,and I push her back to retreat to her nest.So she will not be able to to figure you to her desire form.
Life is the form we desire
in silence.
That is how we make life in the form of form.
We do not make form out of life,or living form
We form them as a form.
Here is how Giuseppe Ungaretti looks at it:
D'altri diluvi una colomba ascolto/
I hear a dove from other floods/
جوسپه اونگارتی : از سیل های دیگر آوای کبوتری می شنوم

MAYMAHI 119: LIVE IN SILENCE


blue columns ,by jackson pollock


Live in silence
Live in awe
When you see her
Living in silence
Living in awe.
Then ,
When did we
both lose our wings
To fly
To silence?
5.26.11

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

MAYMAHI 118: AVAYE NAGAHANE GOM

مهتابی بیدار خواب
آوای ناگاهان انجیر دار گم شد
در سایه های روز.
تن قاصدک  روی چمن
به گردش گل سرخ
که آفتاب را می چکید .
تنها به نوازش واژه می ماند
آوای ناگاهان گم
۲۵ می

MAYMAHI 117:SILENTLY

SILENTLY
I listen to your silent
when the train closses doors
and takes off
on farewell
of lovers.
SILENTLY
Then I listen to your silent
and flutters
of my heart.
SILENTLY
May 25

MAYMAHI 116: THE ONE YOU LOVE

آن که دوستش داری
پشت پرده یی پنهان شده ست 
نه! من این ابرهای تیره را خوش ندارم 
پس آمدم دریچه ها را بستم 
تا اندکی از آسمان را
با او به غنیمت  بردارم 
تا پشت پرده یی پنهان .
شب بر خم خالی راه می افتد .
۲۵ می  

MAYMAHI 115: YOUR VOICE


nichols poussin :dance with music
 june 15,1594-nov 19,1665

شب بو و ابریشم و شب بود 
آوای ناگاه تو شب را ربود و 
افق به نارنجی زد 
و شب با آوای تو به پایان آمد 
بر شانه های خاموشی .
شب بو 
و ابریشم 
و شب بود
و رقص آوای تو
۲۵ می  

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

MAYMAHI 114: SHELL AND THE WAVE VASE

....
کنار تو خالی ست
صدف و گلدان موج
و دری و
 دریچه یی پنهان
کنار تو در قابی خالی
اما خالی ست
و تو با واژه های قدیمی باز آمدی
تا شعری تازه شوی 
در دفتری خالی 
۲۴ می 
۳ عصر  

MAYMAHI 113: RUMIESQUE

دست بر دست حرف می گذاری
و حرف را در آغاز لب
تا وقت حرف .
تا دست که بر می داری
دست بر دست حرف می گذاری
و آغاز می شوی
در دست های تپش .
.
در دست های تپش
بالای بلندا
بالای بالای بلندا
به خورشید گاهی
.
گاهی این چیست 
که می ریزد
 مدام در گردش دل
وقتی که یاد تو
 سر ریز می شود
 خاموش
.
خاموش
 دست بر دست حرف  
که می گذاری
حرف را از آغاز لب
آغاز می شوی
--۲۴ می۲۰۱۱

Monday, May 23, 2011

MAYMAHI 112: STEALTH IN SILENCE

Rolling shadows
In the night of Marina
Stealth left by solstice
5.23
@7:30

MAYMAHI 111 : A MONTH IN PASSAGEماهی می گذرد

ماهی می گذرد   
ماهی که می گذرد
ماه دوباره می شود ماه
و در حضور زمین به خاموشی می آید
خم می شود بر لحظه های فراست
تا خود را باز یابد
وقتی که ماه دوباره
 از ماهی
می گذرد
حرف آفتاب نیست این
در گذار ستاره و باغ
حرف آفتابگردان است
که آفتاب را
در هجوم چشمانش می گرداند
تا به عاشقی
تازه شود
به ماهی
که می گذرد.
-۲۳ می

Sunday, May 22, 2011

MAYMAHI 110: OPEN THE WINDOW

Open the window
Rapture with the sun
Morning is at hand.
Our voices
Embrace each other.
Open the window
To the idiom
of love
Transcend with dawn.
Open the window.
Today
 Is our new day.
--23 May

MAYMAHI 109:HONEY AT DAWN

At dawn ,
Honey bee
is calling me
Out loud.
To wake me up
all smilez.
Honey at dawn.
--23 may

MAYMAHI 108: HUGSSS AND KISSS

picasso: hugsss and kisss(embrace)

۱. به آغاز آمد این دفتر
۲. که در عصر روز آغازین
۳. به آغاز آماده بود
۴. و آغاز راه
۵. با ما
۶. در رنگین کمان و با د

1.It came to a beginning,this book
2.That began
3.In the evening of the first day
4.And with us
5.The beginning of the road
6.in the rainbow and the وند
۲۲ می ماهی

50 YEARS LOVE OF LABOR: BIRANG بیرنگ.فرامرز سلیمانی

طرح از فرامرز سلیمانی



پنجاه سال پیش ،اول خرداد ۱۳۴۰ /۲۲ می ۱۹۶۱
نخستین شعر من از میان کارهای پیشینم  ، در مجله فردوسی چاپ شد.

*بیرنگ :
نه سپیدم که پیکر زنگی
بر سر دار کینه آویزم
نه سیاهم  که دامن خورشید
بستر زادگاهم سازم
زرد نیستم که از پس دیوار
چشم بر پهنه ی جهان دوزم
سرخ نیستم که در دل صحرا
آتش خشم و نفرت افروزم
رنگ ها
دیر روزیست
مرده در تنم
نقش بیرنگ بامداد منم .
ساری .شهریور ۱۳۳۸

MAYMAHI 107 : VAGHT E ATLASI


gauguin's ondine in the water


وقت اطلسی
تن به آب و ارغوان زدیم
و من
شقا یقی سرخ
بر گیسوان طلایی  تو
نشاندم
بار دو باره بود 
پس از دم شگفت 
که پاره های تن ها مان
با ستاره و موج 
تازه می شد 
 و اطلسی تن
به آب و 
ارغوان...

۲۲ می ماهی ۲۰۱۱
ساعت ۶ عصر   

# 100 , POSTCARD FROM TAHITI: GOING GAUGUIN

IF PARADISE WAS LOST
IT WAS FOUND BY GAUGUIN
IN THE PUROLE SPLASH OF TAHITI
F.S;GAUGUIN,A SENSATIONAL LANDSCAPE

 Gas price soared to 3.89.99 a gallon, in Washington Metropolitan area during recent days, but this is not going to hold me up from visiting Gauguin.I drove all the way to Tahiti, to see him.Gauguin's Tahiti,that is.With art gourmets on the road,racing pitiless with me.He was splashing in lavender water ,and the wave of native words were crawling from his mouth,under a big mustache, towards the shore.
He was sitting in olive garden, in a Cezannesque divine and human pain,wandering at dawn and dusk,with his wings open,with temptational apples in the fall.After all, the lover artist was a poet in exile, to make myth of truth. A prophet and marthyr ,like any other artists.
 As  for any artist and poet,for Gauguin ,savage(OVIRI) means wild,free,primitive in the world of Britany,France.He lost his virginity to a fox,and then  he longed for paradise,Tahiti that is ,where I drove to,today...There ,Gauguin found his AUTI-TE/playing in fresh water(1894).He lived in FATATA TE MITI/near the sea ,with his brilliant colors and delightful water,and the Tahitian women,bathers standing,sitting,naked,half naked, from the back,front and profile,with herbs growing tall and aouising,and water inviting the waterfalls to orgasm.Tahitian landscapes were not all clouds,mountains,farms,palm trees or mango groves,but women,waters and waves.
 Under Tahitian sky,he closed his eyes in order to see."In order to produce something new,you have to return to the original source,to humanity in its infancy." That is what Paul Gauguin said,who was born 7 June 1848 in Paris,and died May 8,1903 in Hiva-Oa,Polynisian Islands of The South Sea,Oceania.
Gauguin also said:
"In the silence of Tahiti's beautiful tropical nights,I will hear the soft,murmuring mystic of my heart,in perfect harmony with the mysterious being that surrounds me."
He noticed: the Tahitian soil is becoming completely French ,and little by little the old order will disappear." That is how he came with recreation  of rituals,reality,myths gods  and goddess,with the help of Miss Tehamand(VAHINE),at his side,and an old  handbook.Hima was a great catch,,the goddess of moon,also the blend of imagery and cultures,as in
" Tehamana has many parents",with his backdrops never idle, but full of shadows and idols.
 Gone is Manet but now Manet's reclining nude,Olympia(1863) ,resurrecting in Gauguin's Manao Tupapau/The spirit of the dead keep watch(1892),again as reclining nude,and even in the wall of his self portrait with Manao Tupapan
(Post Break : Yes ,Gauguin had his own wall,even in Pre-Facebook Era!)
Gauguin's Black Venus,1889,in glazed stoneware is a supplement to OVIRI,and no wonder they are in the vicinity of SOYEZ AMOUREUSES VOUS SEREZ HEUREUSES/be in love and you will be happy(1889),carved and painted linden wood.Ondine in the waves,a red hair beauty painted from her  back,is a nude all out of white and blue water;and Eve,and  devil ,and demons,and Buddhist inspirations are migled in his nightmares of desperation and happy hours.
Underneath slips Gauguin's mythical female in his MAISON DE JOUIR/house of pleasure, in the Island of Hiva-Oa in the Marquesas Island,where he moved last, and died there.
*
I went back for a walk through.It was a good excercise and that was a chance to see Gauguin again,but he was gone and all left was his masterpieces and major opus with vivid colors,and earthy gods and godess,Hina Tefatu/the moon and the earth,and Mata mua/the olden times.
Nonetheless this was Gauguin who was trying to open the doors of the golden cage ,for his dove to fly around and stay alive,with love:
"For most I shall be an enigma ,but for a few I shall be a poet..."
For him there are no ashes but fire.Fire in flames.A reviving fire of love.As:
"Poetry...can be evoked simply by allowing oneself to dream while painting."
__PAUL GAUGUIN

MAYMAHI 106: ZOHRE BARAN


 ظهر باران
ظهر شبی که در بازوان بی خوابی خفت
ظهر طاووس نشسته به اوج
وقت آمدن
یکشنبه ۲۲ می ماهی

MAYMAHI 105:HUGE HUG


picasso's hug(embrace)

Haiku and a Prose poem:

A star sailing sea seen in a huge hug
coming from years away
becoming so close with wave.

--SUN ,22 MAY
*
A month in the circle of a month to seasons,years and ages,
with or without us,but always together in a huge hug.
a VE turning to WE

--SAT-SUN , 21-22 MAY
in SAT of SATANA,or our saturday
and SUN of SOL(SATAN),or our sunday
WE HUGZZZ

Saturday, May 21, 2011

MAYMAHI 104:GEMINUS SEPARATIM

جوزای جدای در هوای جان
به پروانه دل می بندد
در هوای آفتاب
 هم 
جوزای جدای
در هوای
دو
پیکر
آفتاب پروانه  
۲۱ می

PICASSO,THE REBELLIOUS RETURNS FROM RETURN

picasso,a child at play
the whole world was his playground
and he was a playground of the world
....(work in progress
see more in this blog)
picasso's child with dove
Like Einstein's  relativitism or Darwin's speciesm;like surrealism of Andre Breton and Impressionism of Cezanne and the likes,Picasso's cubism was not considered only as art,but a school of thought,and a philosophy of art in vision  to be translated in a new vision.
In his tempo and tenor,Picasso knew when to grab a progressive art,with his tentacles or in fact,invent it for populating around ,in the world of arts.A pearl out of oyster's mouth,returning from return,he was a tercel with his women,muse one might call them.He drew them to eternity with himself and his art.
He sure was a child at play,like any lovers ,and or loved ones,and he knew well that any painting has to be painted,in emotion and angst,taking them to SEXTUATIVITY*
SEXTUATIVITY,in my neology is SEXTUALITY and CREATIVITY
as a desire at work,for explosion,to a prolific life of the artists,including poets and writers.
That is how you become a Picasso,as well.
Picasso in Blue period is Picasso of Cezanne,at the most.Or Picasso of VangoLautrec,with his Celestine.If blue is a dominant color in this period,Celestine,also with poor and lovelorn,attracts painter's pathos..Pink Picasso also is retro with flat paints,including Autoportrait,and clowns and border dwelers.A reality,still expressed in reality.He loves to work with Braque,and with experiences ,and invents love within spaces and volumes in 1910's.But in the back of his spanish mind and under his skin, spaces are hidden and growing,sometimes out of control,to replace reality with a new reality.
If you doubt it ,ask A man with guitar,to bring about all those spaces and volumes,of Spanish Heritage,or ask Gertrude Stein to tell you.
Stein's humble essay,extended to a book ,with Picasso's works on him,could be presented in a few lines,
as a briefing for cubism:
There are three foundations of Cubism
1.Things seen with the eyes are the only real things ,but with lost significance.
2.People do not change from one generation to another,but the composition surrounding them changes.
3.In framing of life,read limiting them in a prison of recurrent logic and meaningless meanings,pictures commenced to want to leave their frames,break the tall wall and escape to freedom,rather than returning there in simulated victoriy.
This is how Picasso became Picasso,and we still are retro.In his view cubes are Spanish in architecture and so are monochromic,espscially with desert colors.
He started from blue period,1901-1904
Then Rose period=Harlequin,in France,1904-1905-1906
Negro period,African Art 1907
and in stage 2:1918-1921 or even to 1927
Cubism 1908,the result of landscape,people:face,figures and forms,
Still life or nature mort
Cubism is the result of a vision,Painter's vision,going to pure cubism and sculpture of African Art,concievably as a modern art,but not primitive,comparable to Native American Art,as well.
From 1915 thru 1924 Picasso returns to oldies and life in classicals.That's a shame!Return is always a consevative move ,that even  Picasso could not get away with.He had his excuses too.Like not being related to a single movement to support him and look after him ,but in any rate he was a returnee to classical,although ambiguous and only for a short time.lovers always return from return,and Picasso,the rebelious went the same way and came back to cradle of revolutionary cubism.As:
THE REBELLIOUS RETURNS FROM RETURN
Picasso's women are talked about in my other notes,and they are considered degenerated painting by Nazi. Portrait of Dora Maar challenges in tragic mood,suited for Spanish civil War,continued through World war II on still so called degenerated painting.
IN MEMENTO MORI,PICASSO PAINTED GUERNICA,SKULLS AND MEMORIALS OF DEATH WITH CAT ,CATCHING A BIRD.
HIS DESIRE REMANS.
HE ONCE SAID:
ONLY PUT OFF UNTIL TOMORROW WHAT YOU ARE WILLING TO DIE HAVING LEFT UNDONE.
Picasso died April 8,1973 at age 92,but with all this note and other posts,are we done talking about him,his art and philosophy,philosophy of art and life?
In a point of no return:
Let see if I can find for you,The INCARNATION,in SEVILLE,SPAIN
as another complementary of cubism and evidence of art ,in post cubism era.
5.21.11




picasso's child
 picasso's francoise
picasso's francoise with claude and paloma
incarnation,seville,spain

MAYMAHI 103: BIRD,NEST,MOON


Bird in her nest
Hidden in the moon
In hidden moon
--May 21

MAYMAHI 102: YOU COMET

The comet's tail
You are taking
To become comet.
What happens to the earth
and the garden
When you comet?
O baby!

may 21

MAYMAHI 101:BA ESHGH باعشق

با عشق 
عشق  می ورزیم
تا 
به رویا روانه ا یم 
در هماغوشی شب و دم 
که در دمی بی پایان
 پایان می گیرد 
با عشق عشق می ورزیم تا به رویا روانه ایم 
۲۱ می

MAYMAHI # 100:PEACOCK AT PEAK


At dawn
Peacock opens
Wings of the window
Coming
To becoming.
Noon of peacock
Playing with rainbow
Rainbow coming
To becoming
And night going dark
Peacock picking
To coming
To becoming
Flying high in thunder
Peacock at peak.

MAY 21,2011

Friday, May 20, 2011

MAYMAHI 99 : BIRD OF DREAM AND OTHER HAIKUپرنده ی رویا و هایکوهای دیگر...


با آبشار و مه  در ظهر تماشا ...


*
پرنده و می ی  می ماهی
روزهای رها 
ظهر تماشا 
*
SHARING HAPPINESS
گاهی با مه می خوابی 
گاهی با آبشار 
گاهی در آبشارمه 
و فراموش می کنی
گاهی با مه می خوابی 
گاهی با آبشار
گاهی با آبشار 
و مه  
*
یک ستاره روی ز مین 
در آغوش باغ 
درخت داگوود پس از باران 
*
آواز پرنده ی پگاهی  
در سربی آسمان
ماه تمام  
*
بار باران بر شانه هام
هوای منتظر 
بارانی م در منزل ماند   
weight of the rain on my shoulders
Weather of waiting
I left my rainbow at home.
*
dogwoods and lilacs in the fog
Daily travelers with cardinal birds on the road
Days in waiting
*
A thousand stars on dogwoods
There is only one star
Gone with the dawn .
*
BIRD OF DREAM:
The bird of dream draws a line to land in her nest
It is a land she draws to encircle her
Life is the night of roses and nightingales
*
Seeing the sun
Behind trees
On the road to your house
*
POTOMAC FOG:
Potomac falls asleep in the fog
Fog in falls
Falls with fog in forest
*
You sleep with fog sometimes
Sometimes with waterfall
Happiness is sharing fog with waterfall.
*
When I sing my poems
Sun also sings.
NO lover is hidden in the sky
or on the earth .
.....
Chevy Chase,Md.
May 16-20,2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

MAYMAHI 98: MATADOR AND GYPSY


picasso's gypsy
picasso's matador


Don Q is Don Q
when silent
or clowning.
And Dolcinea's scope
is status quo
when Don Q-ing.
It is a world of perception
-she wrote
with a purple pen.
And the rational of status quo
remains the rational
of status quo.
--May 19

MAYMAHI 97: LETTER BLANCHE


juan miro: bird

پرنده یی که بامداد را می گشود
در بال خود خفته بود
و باغ
بی آواز تو
شب را پریشان کرده بود
حالا که همراه فصل ها می روی
بر شانه های پرنده
شب سنگینی می کند
و پرنده
و باغ
وقت توامان هنوز
و یک قطره ی دیگر از تند باران
روی بام .

۱۹ می

MAYMAHI 96: IT IS SUNNY

I placed you on cradle
down from my arms
to have you once again
in my arms.
It is sunny outside
19 May 

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

MAYMAHI 95: RED AND WHITE ROSES

گل های سرخ و سپید
 پر پر شده اند در تو فان
شکوفه ها اما
با چهره های آرام شان
در صف بلند آفتاب ایستاده اند
تا باغ را جوان کنند  
هوای تماشای تو را دارد باغ
هوای تماشای تو
در بامداد پس از توفان
Red and white roses
Are withered in storm
But blooms
With their calm composures
Are standing
In the line of the sun
To rejuvenate
The garden.
And garden wishes
To see you.
To see you
In the morning
After storm.
18 May

MAYMAHI 94 : IN THE LAST STATIONدراخرین ایستگاه


وقت ودا ع را گفتم که
 وادی یگانه شدیم  
اما انگشتانی که به خواستنت 
باز می شد و بسته می شد و باز 
پشت در های بسته 
در آخرین ایستگاه قطار 
جا ما ند
۱۸ می  

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

NAYMAHI 93:HAR RUZ RUZ E DIGARY MI SHAVI

monet's sea cliff,a prison of silence

هر روز صف ماهی ها و  ارکید 
هر روز پرنده یی تنها در باران 
و خارایی که کوچه می گیرد 
تا ستاره و موج را به دریا بسپارد 
هر روز صف آبشار و غار 
و پوست سپید چنار و غان 
در باغ .
یک آسمان ابر
یک تپه ی یله  
کوهساری در دور دست 
و خط شیطان افق.
این  تماشا خانه  ی بی تماشای هر روز
این زندان خاموش .
هر روز به انتظار آن که پیامی از راه برسد 
و آوای مهربان تو 
جهان خاموشم را رقم زند 
در غبار راه 
که سایه ها ی شب را
 به ها شوری می آراید 
و در هجوم تو 
هر روز 
باغ به آتش می سوزد .
بی تاب تنش های تنت 
بی تاب پگاه با همی 
بی تاب برگ و بید و گشت
بی تاب توفان پس از دیدار 
تا کجا دوباره باغ تازه شود
تا کی ؟ 
     

MAYMAHI 92 : DREAMS BEHIND THE WHEEL UNDER A PINE TREE

Rain rhythms on metal roof
Vivaldi is playing four seasons
And my bear
Hugging her baby bear.
Watching the storm
closing my eyes
with you sitting
beside me
On the rainy road
--may 17

MAYMAHI 91: KAJ O MAJ

 راه
به راه می زند
کژ و مژ
گاه
که رهرو
به گام می گیرد
بر لگام
و راه راهراه
بی لنگر .
و راه
در دم شگفت ناگاه
به راه می پیوندد 
۱۷ می  




MAYMAHI # 90 :NIGHT ON THE BEAK OF A BIRD


پرنده یی که

شب را بر منقار داشت

آواز تنهایش را

در باغ بامداد

می جست

۱۷ می

Monday, May 16, 2011

MAYMAHI: VENUS IN THE PARK


 and Sandro Boticelli ,the painter,also was sad on May 17 ,1510 before leaving venus in the park ,and die ...
On the bend of the road
Turned towards me
Staring sad.
And I too
Was staring sad
At her.
Venus in the park
Monday,may 16,2011

MAYMAHI:TEAL

GREEN YOU HAVE ON
ORANGE
 I WEAR
TILL ORANGEGREEN
TO GROW TOGETHER
IN TEAL

MAY 16
In the Storm

MAYMAHI:LIKE WAVE

LIKE WAVE IN THE AIR
ARRIVED IN THE AIRWAVE
TO SURF IN SALT
AND WATER
I AIRWAVED IN YOUR NETWORK

MAYMAHI:VAGHTI HOJUM

وقتی هجوم  می آری
باغ در آتش و غبار می شود
در تیره و تار هجوم.
و برگ روی سایه می رقصد 
برگ را پس می زنم 
سایه یی دیگر نیست 
وقتی هجوم می آری 
۱۶ می  

MAYMAHI #85: I TUCKED YOU IN LOVE

I tucked you in love
Then sat all night long
To see your smile
When you open uour eyes.
Dawn breaks our dreams
5.16.11

Sunday, May 15, 2011

POSTCARD FROM RICHMOND-PICASSO: PICASSO SHOW

SUNDAY 5.15

پرسش: آیا بعد از پیدایش عکاسی، سینما و غیره هنوز هم ترسیم فیگور ممکن هست یا نه؟
پیکاسو: به نظر من این کار تنها در این زمان میسر است. چون حالا دست‌کم همه‌ی آن چیزهایی را که نقاشی نیستند می‌شناسیم.
In a happy sunday and in cool weather I went to see Picasso for the last day of his exhibition in Virginia Museum of Fine Arts,Richmond.From The Ritz Carlton of Crystal City to VMFA thru I-95 this trip  took  1.5 hours .
Pablo as usual was waiting there in the basement hall  with a smile.
On the road,while passing thru highways interchange or mixing bowl,I found it more Picassoesque,with cubes against landscape and still going with it.I might have seen more cubes on my way ,against realities of nature that I overlooked ,but one can not overlook Picasso's cubes in his exhibition.
Passing Central Park in the middle of highway is a good reminescent of New York and the fact that VMFA beat MOMA  to bring this show to Va rather than NYC,and present it to art lovers.
In Richmond and Richmond University area,from Boulvard Street we turned to a row of magnolias.I thought I lost my white tale bunny last year, when our crowned pine tree fell to storm ,but now I found her inside the museum,looking for wild violets in my side wave garden.
Picasso of blue period looks in command of line and colors.Now that I am in realm of Picasso ,in his final call of happy sunday 5.15 ,I fill  I can claim this.This is a precubist period with blue in blue,and etchings and the head of Le Feu(Jester) with delicious NU CROISSANT,and then there were his self portraits,ending with study of self portraits(1906),more in monochromic tone.
Man with a guitar is a symphony of dots,lines and cubes,again with that Spanish tendency of artist to express it monochromic.Lines here are more diagonal with lighter tones,cymbals sound and dark sounds are in distance.Here calligraphy starting to show up in upper corner ,and may be that is what he is playing, with all his heart.
In Guernica my heart was tightening from fear of loneliness.It was all pains and sufferings of loneliness.Guernica is all distortion,disfiguring,dismemberment and dismantling of human souls in brutal war..He continues with skulls,naked or covered,bird who is caged in sharp teeth,men against men,bodies in front of arms.And love is missing.Back in Guernica extended hands and heads in rage or tears, hawl of human,eyes in disbelief,sweat and blood in dried up drops,night overwhelming,teeth in hatred,,...and love is missing.
THEN I CRIED LOUD WITH PICASSO...
Even Picasso's Acrobat was in pain with his hyperextended body ,and so to some degree:Kiss(Le Baiser),but Monument of poet,Guillaume Apolinaire was monumental,with lines and dots,triangles,half circles and cubes.The head of a woman appeared more in bright white and red,and in Reclining nude they turned blue,green ,red...and Matador behind a colmnn with his bloody sharp sword was threatening again,now that the world is nemesis of soul,and then Man is playing guitar for a reclining woma with dots and lines and spheres to mix...
Everybody in the world came to Picasso on his last day, to say farewell to him. I do the same.and add :
see you in Paris , Picasso and in your beloved Spain.
And he repeats:
GIVE ME A MUSEUM AND I'LL FILL IT.
PICASSO SAYS:
Quand je n'ai pas de bleu je mais du rouge.
J'ai mis toute ma vie a savoir dessiner comme une enfant.
Je ne cherche pas  je trouve
Les autres parlent  moi je travaille/
While other talk,I work
When I am not blue,I use red .
I don't seek,I find.
It took my whole life to learn to draw like a child.
*
A friend who just came back from visiting African Arts,said : I saw Picasso there .and we noticed African Arts were in Picasso show too.
We sat in the sun with Picasso.Jasmine tea tasted so delicious with home made chilli.Then wrote a postcard of Dora,Picasso's love, to mine...and the sun was wandering in veranda by the pool,reflecting lavander,yellow and white iris,and two oak trees standing by ,gay and green.Jun Kaneko's Untitled stone art was meditating on the grass.I bought painters brush pen for my kidsss.Then we went to Carytown to seal our visit of the good son of Malaga,now a good son of Richmond.My spiral notebook#56 reached the last pages,I bought a new one with a vase on the cover and 5 colorful fresh flowers.And then at the end in Ice cream parlor I got a peachy peach sorbet,as mango was finished and finally came to street and took a picture,saying:
CIAO PICASSO

(but,there are some more to come as addendum)

MAYMAHI:ALLEGRO WATERS

FALLEN FLAGS OF LOVERS
ARE ERECTED FOREVER
LOVERS FIGHT ONLY WITH KISSS

NO POEMS

MISS MISSISSIPPI
SITTING ON THE CRESCENT
DANGLING HER FEET.
WAVE SPRINGING ON THE EARTH
TO WAVE.
UNDER SQUARED CANOPY
A PIECE OF RIVER
MINGLED WITH A PIECE OF MOON
SAILING IN WILD WANDERING BOAT
from the book of : NO POEMS

MISSISSIPPI RIVER WITH SLEEP APNEA

Zealots of swollen Mississippi
living in Cajun Swamps
and or big ccrescent
by the river.
Small flood looks like big flood
at floodgates and spillways
catering Katrina who fled
zealously zealots
who are ready to beat
the river rage
with lost rhythm.
Or romancing the river
when she is looking for tart words.
We are awakened and alive
by hedonistic life of kindness
and Mardi Gras-ing.
Friends are always friends
till they flood ,
and Moody Mississippi
is our floody friend
coming along in flairs and flames.
She is a sequel.
She gets the sequel.
In Crescent City
Charisma always stirring up
the Gulf and river.
It is a river of rage and huricane.
Residents and visitors are welcome!

I THINK

The long hot summer in thoughts
The long hot summer of thoughts
I think,so I am ...
This long hot summer ,we're going to discuss philosophy more often and revive older posts

MAYMAHI #83 : MAY 15ماه می گردد

ماه می گردد
که با ماهی می  گردد .
توامان توام من
که هر ماه که می گردد
با ماهی می گردد
و ماهی می گردد
 در دریای دور
CLOSE BOTH EYES...TO SEE WITH THE OTHER EYES...RUMI 

Saturday, May 14, 2011

MAHMAHI:I OPEN THE WINDOWپنجره می گشایم

پنجره می گشایم
به فاصله ی پنجه یی
و برگ
 تا گل سپید باغ بودایی م .

پنج نعنای گلدان 
در آفتاب 
پنجه می گشاید
۱۵ می  

MAYMAHI:ORCHID IN THE FOGثعلب در مه:فرامرز سلیمانی

ارکید در مه
ارکید در مه
نوری نیلگون
ایستگاهی که در شب می ماند
.
ارکید در مه
و روز  با آوای شیرین و شا د گل آغاز شد
در گوش های باغ
ارکید در مه
.

باز آمد آن اوای  گمشده در باغ
که آوای گمشده را باز یافت 
ارکید در مه 
.
DIGITAL METHEOROLOGY  :
هوای ۶۹ درجه
کمی بارانی
کمی ابری آفتابی
گرم با همی
گرمای با همی  
.
کفش های قایقی م 
گاهی مرا به قایقی دلتنگ می برند 
گاهی به آب های آفتابی 
.
و ثعلب در مه 
رویای راه را مدام
پیش نگاه خود می برد 
آهسته 
و 
عمیق... 

۱۴ می 
از شعر های شنبه