Thursday, June 30, 2011

THREE ETERNAL FACES پرده های پارسی

three eternal faces by : azar kiani

*Three eternal faces in
Barbed wire,chain and ladders
And the withered ivy
Framing on the wall
Of three eternal faces.
Who is hidden then
In eternity?

ANGHADAR

آنقدر نشستم تا تو پرواز کنی 
و تا وقت پرواز 
با تو 
پرواز کنم 
O BABY!

۳۰ جون 
وقت پرواز 

STANLEY SPENCER ,A DOUBLE NUDE PAINTER


STANLEY SPENCER
b JULY 30,1801
The british imaginative visionary was very open to the point that a single nude
would not satisfy his passion..
He was also an official war artist in his time.

BLANK ON THE AIR

F S # 1400
BLANK ON THE AIR
LIKE BLANK
ON THE
AIR
TORN THROUGH
BLANK ON THE AIR
NO POINT
TO PAINT
IN FLIGHT
BUT THE WINDY WINDOW
UNDER HIDDEN WINGS.
O BABY!

# 80: I M U

DARN RIGHT
I
MISS
U
AS MUCH AS
 U
MISS
ME
AND IT IS A GAME OF
I M U M I
PEYDA KONID PORTEGHAL FORUSH RA
AS YOU WILL
YOU ARE DARN RIGHT
ON THE AIR
OR GROUNDED WITH ME

RUMIESQUE:WOW!WOW!

XTERRA WITH PABLO PICASSO:
Whatever they said
in the past decade or two
I said it in a moment
with one word
At the time of atlassi:
WOW!
And I kept saying it repeatedly
and repeatedly
More of a guessing game with you
What you gain in guessing
More on ego
in
e
go
And when it comes
To an ending
It comes to an ending,
Sudden as it starts
And abrupt
As abrupt
O BABY!
O BABY BABY!

&*

.....

TO THE MOMENT OF OUR FLIGHT

TO THE SPIRIT OF FLIGHT
I AM SITTING HERE WITH YOU
TILL WE BE
A BIRD
A BIRD TO BE ROCKED
BY A BIRD
IN FLAME
AND THE MIST OF LAVENDER
AND THE WIND
TO
THE
END...
O BABY!

RUMIESQUE: WOW!

my words are my poems my poems my words 
and they're all you
O far far faraway one!




I wrote and recited
so many poems for you
every day.
I embraced you
with words
every night.
But there is only one poem
in one syllable word
as the best ever for you:
WOW!
...And Rumi says:
Although you broke
away from the flesh
You remained to be with us
in secrecy
You seemed to be out of sight
But you settled in the nest of the heart
...
O heart! You fell into the arms of that moon
What do you want
of this utterance?
O fish!
The hated hook is not your friend[or whoever]
GO DEEP
GO DEEP!

from DIVAN SHAMS 2584
 images and blography by : moj

LOVE CALENDAR OF OCTAVIA # 75: O FARAWAY ONE!

img : moj

O FARAWAY ONE!
O faraway one!
In green color of summer
O the tour of time
Bring me the wing
As you are free
When you fly in the time
With no return.
We are free.
Let us have jasmine tea
Now together.
O Faraway One!
Let us swim in lavender
To paint the wall of our house
With that existing image
Of willow tree and the river
All we need is the power of paint and
A door
And the windows
Then the wind
To blow them open
To embrace us with our wings.
We are more than open
We are beyond free.
The night falls on the road soon
In the tower of time
Our trip together is a tale
And all the tales are true.
O FAR
FARAWAY ME
IN FARAWAY YOU
O FARAWAY ONE!

JUNE 30 AFTER HIGH NOON
for CHAVOOSH

THE HOUSE IS CALLING HER OWN VOICEخانه اوایش رافرامی خواند


ZK:
COLOR IS MY PASSION,POWER AND LOVE
فرامرز سلیمانی با نقاشی زهره خالقی 
خانه آوایش را فرا می خواند :

خانه تنها رنگی و درنگی ست 
خانه خالی  بام خالی  راه خالی رود خالی  قایق خالی 
و دیوار دریچه را می نگرد 
که قصد سرکشی دارد 
اما خانه خالی ست 
بام خالی
ر اه خالی
رود خالی 
قایق خالی  
و خانه تنها رنگی و درنگی ست .
وقتی در راهم 
راه دنیایی
 دور از دنیاست
*THE HOUSE IS CALLING HER OWN VOICE
The house is only a paint and  a moment 
 The house empty  roof empty  road empty
river empty  boat empty
And the wall is gazing at the window
Who is raising to rebel
But the house is empty
Roof empty 
Road empty
River empty
Boat empty
And the house is only  
A paint and a moment. 
When I am on the road
The world
Is a world
Faraway
from:LOVE CALENDAR OF OCTAVIA
FARAMARZ SOLEIMANI 'S POEMS
PAINTING BY:ZOHREH KHALEGHI
JUNE 2011  

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

RUBENS AND KLEE


peter paul rubens' venus and paul klee's head(of venus?) coming from different era to search one.The one.

Paul Rubens ,the flemish classical painter,draughtman and etcher was born in june 29(1577),the same day,Paul Klee,the suisse modern painter  died in 1940.
They both were in search of beauty,and left their heritage to enhance it in life and nature.
They had different style to express themselves.and they were one.
All artist are one,and they all say it like one.
We are celebrating both of their lives today,with the others

REVERIE OF RIVERWIND


O RIVERWIND
Of flames and storm
Of the roads of lavender
Take me to island nest
in far sea
Tell me tales of 100 days
and 1001 nights.
O RIVERWIND
ON DELTA OF FAR SEA

JUNE 29
BAMDADI

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

LADY LAVENDER


I'm writing the lady
who's writing herself
ardent with lavender.
I sit in the attic
watching the road
writing the lady
who's writing herself
ardent with lavender
to change the world
by seeking the world
around and faraway.
Lady lavender
Twain in unity eternally
Unique mirroring herself
Without a mirror
Abounding in one
Destined to the absolute constellation
In lavender.

28 june

Monday, June 27, 2011

O BABY!

SPRINKLE  SPRINKLE
LOVERS ON THE ROAD
IN FLAMES
AND THE CLOUDY ROAD GOING
SPRINKLE  SPRINKLE

6.27

Sunday, June 26, 2011

#70:SILVER GAZEBO

jazz musicians ,by: zohreh khaleghi

پهلوی ماه دریده بود
و پوست کشیده ی شب 
بر گلوی پگاهی ی پرنده می نشست  
از خیابان های شب که می گذشتم  
پهلوی ماه
 دریده بود
آنقدر بر خم راه خیره ماندم
که راه بر من
خیره مند

کسی که منتظر آمدن تو مانده بود
هنوز منتظر آمدن تو مانده بود
در پهلوی خونین ماه
و جازی خونین که آتش گرفت در آتشدان 

۲۶ جون  

BLACK SWAN FEATHERS


#69
It is a masquerade
if you wear it
or unwear
lest you are it.
Black swan
smelled promising
with a mask
you shed it
in feathers
till all naked.
And you are it
Forever.

6.25.11
The First 100 Days

REVERIE OF LILY


HUMMINGBIRD
AT DAWN'S EARS
MORNING OF VOLUPTUOUS LILY

26 JUNE

Saturday, June 25, 2011

THE MORNING AFTER

img: moj

و بامداد پس از روشنای پگاه 
که ما چشم گشودیم
  خالی بودیم 
اما دل دریایی مان
در بامدادان خالی ی دیگر 

۲۵ جون

EXTENDED ENGLISH VERSION TO COME
:
And the morning after with a shade of light
At dawn
We opened our eyes
And felt empty
With the other empty mornings.
Veranda is there
Under the sun
And misty mints
Green in the white and red flower pots
But days are gone
With nights
And in the morning after
We think
When does the time come
for our togetherness?
And  our hearts
The silver sea
In the other mornings...
Ciao Baby!
O baby ! 
25 june

Friday, June 24, 2011

YOUR VOICE

blography by: moj




آوای تو وقت های مرا روشن می کند 
و آوای روشن تو 
و وقت  های روشن من

 پس از ساعت ۳ به وقت اطلسی  

3 TO THE TIME OF ATLASI

img: moj
۳ به وقت اطلسی:
در ساعت ۳ به وقت اطلسی
کالسکه یی سپیدد آوردند
با رز های سپید
و در راه پراکندند
پرنده یی از روی شاخه پرید
پرنده یی بر روی شاخه ماند
و چرخ ها 
و پره ها 
به چرخش و پرواز آمدند .
در ساعت ۳ به وقت اطلسی 
صدای سوت قطار آمد 
و ایستگاه خالی 
خالی شد 
تا دره های تماشا 
تا دره های خالی .
کسی که می رفت   دمی ایستاد  و 
از پله های تماشا سرک کشید 
کسی که در راه می رفت دلش تپید 
اینک لحظه ی باور بود و تردید 
و امید 
و دیداری دیگر 
در کالسکه یی سپید 
با رز های سپید .
در ساعت ۳ به وقت اطلسی 
آفتاب پشت دیواری بلند پنهان شد 
و سایه ها 
و سایه های بی صدا و آوا 
زیرا سکوت همسان گفت و گوهای ما ست  

در ساعت ۳ به وقت اطلسی...
   ۲۳  jun

CHAGALL'S POET

Chgall with poets eyes.One to see reality,and the other one to dream.Writing the written narrative of the real-unreal .Bottled to the river and the sea.Or relieved to freedom.Encircled  by the heart,all out and open ,or the mature flutter in bloom,or withered.And now the time is "HALF PAST THREE"forever.
The lonely poet,the young Chagall,in The City of Light.Coming to see them all,even veiled.
To see or not to see.With other young Russian painters.
Chagall's sign painting ,like in his POET,is present with him or without,in his canvas,murals,stained glass windows and ceilings.They are his life in 98 productive years.
And the beat goes on...

TREE HOUSE

I HAVEN'T BEEN IN MY TREE HOUSE
ON A TREK
NOW I'M WAITING FOR HER
WHO IS WAITING FOR ME
O BABY!

REVERIE OF FREE

قو قصد برکه دارد
پرنده روی نرده یی بلند می نشیند و آنان را می نگرد
و برکه به قصد پریدن

بامدادی ۲۴ جون  

REVERIE OF WINGS

With wings we flew
To atlasi bloom
In wings and mirrors
We nestled
We are never the same birds
In revelation.
O Baby!

june 24
Farewell Day

Thursday, June 23, 2011

RAINBOW FAIR/ BEING DOMANI

img: moj
از اطلسی و با د گذشتیم
و شب بر آب فراز آمدیم 
و رقص ستاره
در چشمان برکه و نخل .
از آب ها و با د
با ما گذشتیم 
و عطر سپید تو 
بر پوست تشنه ام
 آتش گرفت 

۲۳ جون 

There is no other place
The marina rather be 
There is sea of wave
In a pond of love
We sit by.
And the nightlong farewell
In domain of the arms.
WE PASS BY ATLASI 
AND THE WIND 
23 JUN 

LOVE CALENDAR: THE WING OF FLUTTER

img: moj

*پر و بال تپش بر بال و پر تپش :
پرنده بهتش گرفته بود
و لا ک پشت چهره اش در هم رفت 
و مرغ ها و ماهی ها از هم دور شدند 
انگار دست ها مان بود که می لرزید 
پس تنها دست من نبود 
و چرخش چرخ 
وقت چرخیدن 
بعد ایستادیم که یک عکس دسته جمعی بگیریم 
اما عکاس
پشتش به جمعیت بود 
(من البته توی گالری  از عروس یک عکس قاچاق گرفتم  برای آرشیوم )
و جمعیت غمین و نگران و پر شتاب و دستپاچه 
در میدان شلوغ شهر 
وقت شام .
چه زود وقت شام شده بود
چه زود اصلن وقت شده بود 
به مصداق وقت

۲۳ جون 
عصر اطلسی   

REVERIE OF WHITE ATLASI


img: moj
اطلسی ی  سپید به پیچک می پیچد 
و پیچک می دود بر اطلسی ی سپید 
یک شاخه رز که بر بال هامان آوردیم 
به پیچک و اطلسی آویختم 
او  بی بی !

۲۳ جون 
بامدادی   

DAWN OF REVERIE


DAWN ROSE WITH ROSES
TO CALL US
SEARCHING HANDS IN THE DARK
O BABY!

6.23.11

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

NIGHT OF REVERIE

WAVE IN VERANDA
STARING AT NAKED STAR
PULLING THE CURTAIN
STARTING THE NIGHT OF REVERIE...
O BABY!
6.22.11
By 10.00 @ night of atlasi time

RUMIESQUE IN BLUEGREEN

iI returned
I returned
I returned to come back
In a whispering loud voice.
It's been 1001 years that
I broke silence.
It's been silence
that broke me.
I returned   I returned
to return to you
To becoming
O Baby!

June 22 @ 6 o'clock
Atlasi Time

I EXTEND ON SPREAD OF THE SUN


painting of Zoreh Khaleghi

I extend
On spread of the sun
And the sun
spreads on my wing and feathers
When you open your doors.
I am an extending sun
On the wings and feathers
And poetry is
The palpitations
of body and flutter

Painting by:Zohreh Khaleghi
Poem By:Faramarz Soleimani
*
بر سفره ی آفتاب می گسترم
و آفتاب می گسترد بر بال و پرم
تا که از در در آیی
آفتاب گسترده ام
 بر بال و پر آفتاب
و شعر لرزش تن است و تپش

فرامرز سلیمانی
نقاشی ی زهره خالقی
22 june 2011
summer solstice

JEAN PAUL SARTRE ,THE PHILOSOPHER OF 20TH CENTURY


How one celebrates Sartre's birthday on june 21st of each year since 1905?
How one celebrates Sartre's life ,the way I did ,the day he died in 1980 and I filled out the whole art page of BAMDAD DAILY NEWSPAPER in Tehran,before a friendly bomb destroyed our beloved cultural house and left us (temporarily at least )homeless.Or in an answer to a booklong interview that I said :our generation is Generation of Sartre,who thought us how to think,how to write,how to cricicize and how to live life.
He was flirting with left,later fallen and left,but he could flirt with novel ,plays,literary criticism and other stuffs,as well.If one becomes a Sartre in 21st century,it would be an achievement,and all of us ,still trying,as Camus,Malraux and others thrived in 20th century,although still not Sartre!
Today I am celebrating our pioneer thinker's life by quoting him from hisLIFE/SITUATION,essays and speach.I owe this to an outstanding student of phylosophy who put all of his some  years endeavers,in a big brown ag and offered me for a buck.This was in Mount clair,New Jersey in 1992.I never forgive him.I never forget him either .He revived a student of Sartre in my mind,and I am trying to do the same to you.:
"I think it comes from the fact that one needs regular habits in order to write productivity.I haven't written just three novels in my life,I have written many,many pages....
He once said:
MAN IS CONDEMMED TO BE FREE,BECAUSE ONCE THROWN INTO THE WORLD HE[SHE] IS RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERYTHING ,HE[SHE] DOES IT IS UP TO YOU TO GIVE LIFE A MEANING.
He gave us a meaning.We offer each other a meaning in freedom and love.We are Sartrean by chice.
Miss you man!
See More:
Bernard-Henry Levy;SARTRE,The Philosopher of the Twentieth Century,Le ciecle de Sartre,Polity Press 2003

#1370=1990 :RUMIESQUE FOR US

.....

LOVE CALENDAR OF OCTAVIA #51-55(english):5 STEPS OF LOVE

YOU SLEPT AT NIGHT WITH YOUR DREAMS WHO SLEPT WITH MY DREAMS OF DAWN
51
SCENT OF IVORY:
Dawn is wandering
Behind curtain of the night
And night has yet to arrive
That I found you
In the scent of ivory
52
PAUZE AT PARAGON
A hand is digging in
A long 1001 nights of tales
The night of ascent
In the valley of dawn
53
PARTY OF GAZES
And your coming to veranda
And my coming to veranda
In becoming of two staring gazes
54
WOW
PARAMOUNT OF PURPLE PULSE EN PASSAGE:
She came suddenly in awe
Ready to blossom open
A meet of atlasi in the night oF honey
۵۵ = 55
PLANGENCY:WAVE ON THE WALL
Dawn started soaring
With a touch of wave
Waterfalls roared and rolled
Z Best of love

22 june
at 6,atlasi time
SUMMER SOLSTICE,THE LONGEST DAY
also posted in farsi,modified


WILLOW AND POND IN WALKING TRAIL

بید در برکه می گرید 
و برکه بید را می نگرد 
که در برکه می گرید 
نیزار خفته 
و خرگوش دم سپید 
بامداد روز اول تابستان

۹ صبح ۲۲ جون 

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

LOVE CALENDAR OF OCTAVIA # 51-55

۵ منزل عاشقی :
به آسیمه گی سر می آید پگاه
در وقت های مبارک   شدن
۲۲ تا ۲۴ جون

۵ ۱
عطر عا ج :
پشت پرده ی شب
پگاه پرسه می زند
و شب هنوز به نیمه نیامده ست
که من بازت می یابم
در عطر عآج 

۲۲ جون
۵۲ 
دستی در ۱۰۰۱ شب قصه می کاود
شب فراز 
در دره ی پگاه
۵۳ 
و آمدنت به ا یوان عصر
و آمدنم  به ایوان عصر 
در شدن دو نگاه  
۵۴ 
WOW
شگفت آماده بود ناگاهان
آماده ی شکفتن 
دیدار اطلسی در شب عسل
۵۵ 
پگاه به شورش آمد 
به خیزاب موج 
آبشاری غران و جاری 
والاترین عاشقی 

۲۲ جون 
ماهگرد وقت اطلسی 
۶ عصر 
ENGLISH VERSION TO COME    
  

LOVE CALENDAR OF OCTAVIA#50: LADY IN GREEN(farsi)

ایستاده بر بال هاش 
در دالان سایه و سبز 
آفتاب بر پیشانی ش می درخشد 
بانوی سبزپوش 

۲۱ جون ۱۱ 

SPRING SPRINGS TO SUMMER STATION

What is lost in atlasi bloom
Is the fathom of what is found
In atlasi bloom
When she opens at dawn
And life is a train
Closing the doors
To dash out of sight
And still remaining idle
In the station,
When you open your eyes
To bloom everyday
Or closing it at nights

tuesday 21 june

Monday, June 20, 2011

SINGING WITH HOARSE VOICE

ظهر ۲۰ جون 
از دفتر نارنجی ۵۹ با قلم نقره یی 
*
تا ابریشم نگاهت را بنگرم
راه را 
وقتی که می ایی
شانه می زنم 
آی رهروی همیشه هام 
.
از پشت این پنجره 
که خالی ی خیابان را می نگرد 
من خالی ی خیابان را می نگرم 
که در پنجره 
خلاصه می شود 
آی رهروی همیشه هام
تا منزل همیشه  

LADY IN GREEN


*LADY IN GREEN:
GROWING GREEN HAIRS
LEAVING HER GOWN IN SPRING
LADY IN GREEN
(MU)

SUMMER WILL BECOME

سبز میان باغ 
حالا کمی بور می زند 
بهار که دارد با ر می بندد 
تا تابستان چشمان تو 

دوشنبه ۲۰ جون 

Sunday, June 19, 2011

TRISSKY CONCERT

 The highlights of our trip to Dr and Dr Mogari was attending concerts of Tristan and Skylar in Irvine , Orange County,California. These guys were fantastic and mojistic. First in Pioneer School,Tustin ,Ca.with Beethoven,Offenbach,Pachabel,Dvorak of New World and others ,they provided lots of joy and played Ode to Joy and other pieces.Then in Marvelous architecture and ambiance of Concordia University Music Hall,Tristan,a fourth grader ,with students of higher classes of East Shore School,played like semi professionals. Rigadoon of Henry Purcell,Allegro of Handl ,Chamber musics and Other classical works were arranged and performed masterfully.To the surprise of anyone in the audience,Ear-ogami was very well done and found to be entertaining.I am proud of you.Keep up the good work.
Tristan and Skylar were doing so well in Soccer fields of South Irvine Soccer,the day I was a soccer grandpa,also in swimming pool,in San Diego and La Jolla land trip and Harbor cruise ,and especially in Noguchi Exhibition of Laguna Art Museum,eager in Farsi School,with great achievement as gifted special students .
...And here is my poem for the occasion:
Bows and sounds
Chords and small fingers
Future composers and players
Clapping
With stepping,
And enthusiastic audience.
Canon of Pachabel
The little dancer of Del Borgo
Huge drums of Fifth Symphony
Chorus of Ninth Symphony
Like hugging long a loved one
Then
Forrest gump of Tom Hanks
March of Rambo
Running and running and running
Ears are tickling
With Ear-ogami
Loud laughters.
BRAVO!
BRAVA!

Tristan Mogari and Skylar Mogari warming up for june 1.2011 concert
image by:wave
O WAVE!

LOVE CALENDAR OF OCTAVIA:#45:TAN ON THE TERRACE OF SUNDAY

DAYS ARE US
WITH NO BORDERS OR BOUNDARIES
TELL THE SUN
WE ARE BEHOLDERS OF THE DAY

SUNDAY JUN 19
AFTER NOON

LOVE IS FREEDOM

رها که می شود آواز عشق 
؛آزاد و رها می ماند در شب عسل
تا شعری یگانه شود 
زیرا که عشق یگانگی ست 
و عشق آزادی و رهایی ست 

۶.۱۹  

Saturday, June 18, 2011

LOVE ESCAPADE

در خود گریستم 
در خود تو را گریستم 
وقتی  که آوای تو گم شده بود 
تمام راه رابا تو گریستم 
در خود گریستم 
وقتی صدف شکست و در خود روانه شدم 
.
و بی قراری ی رهرو
آسمان و ابر را گریست .
و بی قراری ی رهرو 
وقتی که آوای تو رفته بود  و 
صدف شکسته بود .
در خود گریستم 
تا تمام راه را با خود  به بی قراری آوردم
.
در خود گریستم 
و راه را 
و رهرو را .
.
صدف شکسته بود 
و آوای تو راه را سرشار کرده بود. 

پس از ظهر شنبه ۱۸ جون 
  
  

BIRD OF FREE

پرنده یی که باغ را می خواند 
فارغ از بال و با د می خواند
و باغ تنها بهانه یی ست
زیرا که عشق آزادی ست

شنبه ۱۸ جون  

Friday, June 17, 2011

I DO NOT WAIT

دیگر به انتظار ماه نمی مانم
در شب های ابر 
دیگر به انتظار آفتاب نمی مانم 
دیگر به انتظار باغ 
وقت سر کشی دیوار 
دیگر به انتظار پگاه و ستاره 
وقتی که روزهای رفته 
رفته ست 
وقتی که آسمان 
دیگر آسمانی نیست 
دیگر به انتظار آوایی نمی مانم 
در این خاموشی ی مدام 
دیگر به انتظار سلام و نگاه و حرف

۱۷ جون  

DAWN IN LOVE

I opened my eyes to you
before you opened your eyes
It was an expresion of dawn
night still to the dark
and stars playing in marina

june 17

Thursday, June 16, 2011

I CAME HOME LONELY

I CAME HOME LONELY
TO FIND MY VOICE
MY VOICE WAS OUT
IN THE SUN
AND I BECAME LONELIER

THURSDAY 6.16
BY NOON

REFRAIN

*خودداری
...Love is a page
I am going to page it
With you
Or without you
If love is a thing
I am going to thing it
To thing with or without you
I am going to think of love
-never tight lipps-
Of love thinking of me
Or NOT
I am going to be love
With you
Or without you .
If you threaten me
With love
Love you everafter even more
Without you
And without I.
The splendor captures without me
And without you
With no strain or refrain...
And we said it in our points and lines:
I turn with moon when moon turning with me
With or without I
Without You.

6.15-6.16

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

MAHGARDI


ماه مه گرفته
آمد توی پنجره امشب
توی پنجره ی مه گرفته ی شب
ماهی گرفته بود ماه
وقت ماهگردی

۱۵ جون و ۱۶ جون

REPRIEVE


اهل عادت گفت باید عادت کنی و شیخ ما عادت را ترک گفته بود وقتی که عاشق شده بود ...
عادت؟!
در قاموس شیخ عادت نیامد
مهجور بود اما مجبور نبود
و عادت را که شنید
دست شست و
عاشق شد
عاشق تر
 و مهلتی دیگر پیش نیاورد
عادت در قاموس شیخ 
ترک عادت بود 
ترک ما ترک 

--ظهر چهارشنبه ۱۵ جون  

C'EST LA VIE


our table on the patio of c'est la vie restaurant for sunday brunch(NASHTAR) ,
with you and the view of pacific ocean,calm,pacific and lovely
Laguna Beach,Orange County,California,12 June 2o11


Cute kite stuck to bare branches
Tall tree is sitting idle
On its roots.
Kite is longing to fly
In love.
That is in her blood,
Baby!
Wave overwhelming all over.
A pigeon wandering around
Looking in vain
For seed
To feed hunger of love.
Cute kite
Dancing in sorrow
All alone.

High Noon,Sunday 6.12.2011
Brunch @C'est La Vie,
Laguna Beach,O.C.,California

TEMPORALIZATION OF TOGETHERNESS

Time divides to unite
We dial us
Not tick off
We hug to stay not let go
We make present possible
We wait to wait.
The present is possible
The future is a possibility.
Becoming is our nest
Nest is dislodged by time
To reunite
We dial to reunite
Time delivers
To set us free
In love.
6.15.11

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

SAYING SALAM !


circe,claudio bravo,chile(1936-2011)
Saying salam
Is the good thing
Even in silence
And staring in awe.
SALAM!
The sad thing is
Farewell.
So when we farewelled
We said it again in silence.
We discovered ourselves in a date
We did not destroy it.
And the gaze is a glorious good bye
Hasta pronto
Hasta siempre
Je me souviens
Byeee!!!
.
Farewell is a chronology of chaos.
If we want to stop our dreams
It is better to be done
When we are awake,and
Not by words
But just virtual.
JUST VIRTUAL
A virtual silence.
Lovers always say salam.
SALAM
AND AGAIN SALAM!

By Noon,tuesday june 14
on the air

FLAMING FACEسلام

وقتی که سبز شدم
سبز دیگر شدم
به سبز دیگر شدن
در سراپای عریان بوسه و آغوش
سلام!
روزی در خیابانی دور گام زدیم
روزی به عشق آغوش گشودیم
و چهره هامان
در آتش سوخت 
سلام،دوباره سلام! 

ظهر سه شنبه ۱۴ جون

Monday, June 13, 2011

MOJ A MOJموجاموج



با موج 
موج می خواهی بود 
وقت موجاموج

ظهر جمعه ۱۰ جون  

کلا ژ


۱۲ و ۱۳ جون
ارواین .کالیفرنیا
کلا ژ
بخشی از پوستر شب شعر فرامرز سلیمانی   
moj collage of faramarz soleimani night of poetry,detail
june 12 and 13,Irvine,Ca.

# 1344: SOUGHT IN SILENCE

In ash clouds
I saw at all moments
You disappeared
In front of my eyes
When you were born.
That's how I miss you
To see you
At all moments.
I meet you in the last red roof tops
of the silent valley
When I come back.
--by 12 noon
monday 13 june

I BACKPACK TO COME BACK TO YOU

بار بر می گیرم تا به سوی تو بر گردم 
آغوش من سرشار انتظار و 
مهربانی ست .
در روزهای خاموشی 
یاد تو باز در من بود 
و اندیشه  های من .
و جان من سرشار تو بود 
سرشار شدن 
و آنی دیگر در آن من 
و آوای یگانه یی دیگر .
ناقوس می زند آفتاب
تا در راه ما 
نشانه بگذارد 
فانوس می گیرد ماه 
و راه سرشار جان من
 سرشار جان تو 
بی پایان و مدام
در دره ی آسمان آبی 
و بام های سرخ آفتابی.
بیرق بر گیر 
تا تو می آیم
آی عشق!

--ظهر دوشنبه ۱۳ جون  

I AM HOLDING CANDLES ON SILK ROAD

I am holding candles
In veranda
on silk road
waiting in the garden of
glowing lonely angel .
Row of sycamores
River of waves in
Silk road
To fly.
I am holding candles
In veranda
Until you arrive
On my eyelashes.

6.9 Thursday to 6.10 Friday

SITTING LONG ON SUNDAY WITH PASSION FLOWER

بازنسیم امدوبوی خوش یاراورد...
دره که چراغان شد
ماه اسمان راروفت
ونسیم
ویادیار
۱۲ جون

POSTCARD FROM NOGUCHI IN LAGUNA ART MUSEUM



Noguchi's nature is ours.Our nature is Noguchi's.
We are all on the same page of nature with our landscapes,flora and fauna.--F.S.

"NOGUCHI is a fountain pouring forth sculptures.
These pieces [of Gemini G.E.L.] are his physical thoughts.They are rivulets,waves,ripples,spray,dribbles,splashings from the flow of works."
--M.McClure

Isamu Noguchi(1904 Los Angeles-1988New York City) in his productive life created sculptures,gardens,lighting designs and other artistic achievments.He did paintings,ceramics,architecture,as well.
Noguchi used steel,iron,bronze,aluminum,marble,balsawood,basalt,granite and other materials including water.
On creative process and his philosophy of art,he once said:
"Adversity is necessary."For him form in nature are alive and in return to  revive in his own forms.
Although Nogushi did not join any art movements but collaborated with dancers such as Martha Graham and Balancinine,and composers such as John Cage.His Museum in Long Island City,New york, houses a variety of his experiences in the art.
In Noguchi's California Scenario,The courage of imaginations appears in his garden and landscaping.The forest walk never hits the wall or rtires.It is always vivid and moving.It is always fluid albeit hidden under the sun,from waterfalls to cries,suggesting the vastness of desert and its diversity.Noguchi here is trying to bend all elements to new form and show their flexibility,not only in stone,as a living thing,but in land and its companying elements,as plants.Plants such as:barrel,beaver trail,tri cereus,aloe,palo verde,agave,ocotillo and   off course redwood,cactus,joshua tree,...And their blood:water.
Akari in Japanese is light as illumination,and the idea of weighlessness,and Noguchi employed it for lamp designs and lanterns,with rim woods and especially papers..In 1968 Noguchi represented United States in Venice Biennale with his light arts and the query of
WHAT IS SCULPTURE?
With the beginning of Noguchi Garden in New York,during 1980'sNoguchi worked more with metals.This project was called GEMINI G.E.L.,and considered short poems of the artist , pertaining to California.Juxtaposition of metals,here was used to suggest a three dimensional space,as well as surfaces ,to mimic landscapes,and shapes;CACTUS,ROCK,CLOUDS,MOUNTAIN and WAVE.
Noguchi again turns to the power of imagination in his forms and colors,as McClure pointed out:
"The surfaces resemble those of rocks in a stream.Each skin,epidermis,outer layer,is unique in pattern and texture." His light and shadow,and reflections in California Scenario also are reminiscent of Gemini Sculptures.
We wlked through Gardens ,fountains and stones with Noguchi,We walked with his lanterns and lights,and among his stainless steels and galvanized metals to enter his world,which is long lasting and asking for our imagination to contribute to his poetical moments and power,thanks to Laguna Art Museum,Laguna Beach,Orange county,California.
6.12.11

PLAYING DULCIMER IN SILENT LAGUNA


noguchi's akari
۱ 
باغ سایه و سنگ 
باغ فانوس 
باغ فلز 
شعری کوتاه و خاموش 
جایی که زاده شدیم 
در باغ سایه و سنگ 
۲ 
فانوس ها و با د 
خالی خاک و خار 
در حجم های خاموش 
خالی خاموش
خاموش آغاز
خاموش از آغاز 
از صبح پس از آغاز 
فانوس ها در فریب با د 
۳ 
تندیس نور 
پنهانی ی فانوس 
باغ سایه و 
سنگ 
فانوس ها    و با د 

لاگونا بیچ 
۱۲ جون  

Sunday, June 12, 2011

POSTCARD FROM SAN DIEGO




Bride of wave
On the rocks
With seals and rocky island
Hidden in underwater park.
Wave
on the wall
Bent trees refuge
In the arms of the sun
Flying whale
Star Hidra
Hidden valley road.
With Flagship
We sovereign
The spirit of the harbor
North and south
Tall bridge tolling
Coronado Island.
Signet of San Diego Bay.
Broadway Pier
Beer,harbor and sunset.
Mexico is where Tres Amigos are
Fajita,Burrito,Enchilada
In green,white and red
with FARARITA
or Mangorita.. and Pomorita.
Coned in Ghirardelli choco ice cream.
WHERE IS MY BABY
O BABY?!
Someone singing
in the lonely streets
of the night

Sat 6.11

Saturday, June 11, 2011

SITTING LONG WITH PASSION FLOWER

*BREEZE BROUGHT YOUR MEMORY...
نسیم آمد و یاد تو را آورد 
در کنار راه 
وسوسه ی نسیم
و  
وسوسه ی یاد تو 
وسوسه ی راه را در من کشت 
و زمزمه ی ساکت تو 
در گوش هام
و باز  نسیم آمد  و یاد تو را آورد 
6.9
  

SILK ROAD TO FLY

6.9 TO 6.10
.....

POSTCARD FROM NOGUCHI GARDEN





سنگ بر سنگ
سنگ گل سرخ
ارکید سنگ
کاکتوس  سنگ
 فواره ی سنگ
چشمه ی سنگ
جوبار سنگ
ماهور سنگ 
باغ سنگ نوگوشی
و انسان سنگی در باغ نشسته بود و به انسان سنگی می اندیشید ... 
 CALIFORNIA SCENARIO,  GARDEN NOGUCHI
  6.۱۰ JOMEH