Moj Magazine: 2010

Friday, December 31, 2010

BE HAPPY RUMI!

BE HAPPY IN NEW DAY
AND EVRY DAY
AS RUMI SAYS:
UNHAPPINESS HAPPENS IN OBLIVION
BE HAPPY
AND REMEMBER TO RETURN
WITH FRIENDS

QUARTERMOON IN NEW YEAR'S EVE

I
A HANDFULL OF HALO AND A QUARTERMOON
AZURE SKY
NEW YEAR'S EVE

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See More:
PAPELI OF PEACE

M K SADIGH bd

M K SADIGH,PERSIAN ARTIST,SCULPTOR AND POET
b.KHORAMABAD 10 DAY 1310/31 DECEMBER 1931
See More:
www.mksadigh@cn.com
modified 5.15.2012

Thursday, December 30, 2010

OPEN PAGE

OPEN PAGE
FOR OPEN MINDS.
THE SOUL OF THE YEAR

...

spanish/english
LA FLORA DE LA CANELA
THE CINAMON FLOWER
Like a splendor scent bridging
memories to blossom
If you have LA FLORA DE LA CANELA
in your tress
Is this how gypsies say
I love you
in the land of dreams?
And dreams are
rebellion
against dark days
with hidden sun.
DEJAME QUE TE CUENTE LIMENO
AY! DEJA QUE TE DIGA MORENO MI PENSAMIENTO
A VER SI ASI DESPIERTAS DEL SUENO,DEL SUENO
QUE ENTRETIENE,MORENO TUS SENTIMIENTOS/
Let me tell you lima
Ay! let me tell you my thoughts brown
See if so wake up from sleep,sleep
Entertaining,dark,your feelings
...

SUSPIRIA PROFUNDIS

I
MY LAMP IS SUN
MY SUN MY LAMP
A LAMP OF EVER SUN
II
LAMP OF THE MOON
OVER STREETS
THE SUN OF NIGHT
III
SUN TAKES THE WIND AWAY
WIND SWEEPS THE SUN
WIND AND SUN AND STREESTS

ALL OUR PAPERS

ALL OUR PAPERS
IN THE WIND
ALL OUR WORDS
And when we turn pages
In other time
ALL OUR PAGES
IN THE WIND
ALL OUR WORDS

BLANK SILENCE

Passing the new year
Falling globe and cheers.
I turn the page
It is all white
On the ground
And nobody
In passing.
I just wait
For another new year
Falling globe
And cheers.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

THE LIVES WE LIVE

forugh by hanibal alkhas*

IT IS WINDY IN THE ALLEY

THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF RUINING

THE DAY YOUR HANDS WERE RUINED TOO

IT WAS WINDY.

from:LET'S HAVE FAITH TO THE BEGINNING OF COLD SEASON.

Poems of FORUGH FAROKHZAD

(TEHRAN 1313-1345 TEHRAN)

*hanibal alkhas(1930-2010)
persian painter artist and art critic
image by: navid soheilian

YALDA SONATA

Winter Solstice
with word awareness
sitting awake
in silence
There is only a shadow
in the window
of arena
enlightening the night
There is a night of 1001
stars,comets and constellations
It is solstice
in silences
ssss....

21 December 2010

THE LIVES WE LIVE

GREEN WAVE OF NIMA
To Nima Yushij(Yush,Mazandaran 1276-1338 Tehran)

O GREEN WAVES OF ALBORZ
IN BLUE OF KHAZAR
BE GREENBLUE WITH US FOREVER!/
ah moj haye sabz e Alborz
dar abiye Khazar
ba ma hamisheh sabzabi bash!

THE LIVES WE LIVE

hafez by amir hossein tabnak

AMIR HOSSEIN TABNAK
TEHRAN 1935-SAN JOSE 2010
TABNAK was a master of Persian Calligraphy,also a painter,engraver,designer and print maker.
He always said:
ESHGH ESHGH ESHGH
He always wrote:
ESHGH ESHGH ESHGH

His heart still wording the same rythm.
See More:
amir hossein tabnak 11/28/2010

BROADWAY BLIZZARD BEATEN

LA BETE
LA CAGE AUX FOLLIES
IS THIS BROADWAY
BLIZZARD BEATEN
OR CHAMPS ELYSEE OF THE WORLD?

FOLLOWIN SNOWSTORM

I
Bring me butterfly
Or dragonfly
I want to make a new year collage
II
Bearded oak tree
Burnt leaves frozen
Buddha Temple in winter
III
Sweet Capuchino
Hot and sour soup
The day after storm
IV
Hearing words
Sound of Bells
Lonely Road

THE LIVES WE LIVE

ALLEN GINZBERG(1926-1997)
Allen Ginsberg poetry was liberated from form and academic burden by
"creation of open,vocal spontaneous,energetic postmodern verse."
...

Who is this slave master
makes me answer letter in his name?
Write poetry year after year,
keep up appearances
This egoist who file cabinets
leave no room for more
picture of Me?

from:Allen Ginsberg
Collected Poems
1947-1997
Karper Perennial 2006

LOST AND FOUND IN WORDS

edwar said mural

with a helping hand from Edward Said(1935-2003),who never began the beginning:
We have never understood(or if we have,we have turned away from its lessons)the value of what it is that we are as a people and culture,and have steadfastly put our faith(a heritage from colonialism) in the white master or in middle-men.
from "CULTURAL POLITICS"

LOST WITH A LOST WORD

cat and mouse by leila taghinia

With our theatricalities
And abandonments
It is a crucible
To strenghten
The word.
But the word,ubiquitous
And still out of hands
Playing with us
Who pull their strings
And talk on their behalf
As a ventriloquist
In their venue.
It is a feeling,
Mutual,
That who gains
And who loses
When words clinching
In a cat and mouse game.
It is a game of loosers
with no winners.
Never
Mind!

THE LIVES WE LIVE

haiti apres une annee

ENGLISH/FRENCH
*
Pains in Haiti
After a year of despair
Haiti in pains/
DOULEURS EN HAITI
APRES UNE ANNEE DE DESESPOIR
HAITI EN DOULEURS
*
Pain is the rain
It falls before sun
And sun soon smiles/
DOULEURS SOUS LA PLUIE
IL INCOMBE AVANT SOLEIL
SOLEIL BIENTOT SOURIRES
-F.S.,2010

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

ASHN*A:BIJAN ELAHI:THE LIVES WE LIVE

BIJAN ELAHI
TEHRAN,1334-1389,TEHRAN
...
THE BELL OF YOUR BLOOD WAS RINGING
A MINUTE TO MOONSHINE
Tr.F.S.

Bijan Elahi once said:
To accept a contract in not accepting a contract

رؤیا چه دراز می‌شود
و می‌رسد به جاده‌یی که میان کوه پیچیده ؛
آن‌گاه
خشّ و خشّ ِ علفهاست
در سراشیبی .

ASHN*A:SIRUS RADMANESH THE LIVES WE LIVEسیروس رادمنش

A*SH*N*A

SIRUS RADMANESHسیروس راد منش
MASJED SOLEIMANI,1334- HAFTGEL 1387

Let the lights of this window
Burn the wall
Or may be it was the breath of the dead
The paws of a cat who crawls
Or it is the conscience of king
The king of the words
Wrapped in nuptial bedsheets
Or a halo on water.
Ah o similar,o repeat
O all the waters under nelofar
O marsh,
Lover
O evening!

Tr.F.S.
...
+

سیروس رادمنش

تاریک که می آیم
از خَمانِ دل
زخمی از گلوی سپیده دارد
گیاهی
که خوابِ جوانه می بیند.

ای ماه !
خراب که می شوم در یادها
دورترین ستاره
مرا می یابد و
گریه می آموزد.

THE LIVES WE LIVE

ROSTAM ALHMORADI (MASJED SOLEIMAN ,1338-1389 ,AHVAZ)
I know this Rose Bonica
Is the Maddest color of the whites
My eyes not mistaking
Till the noon of this veranda is ruined
The way
The wind
Is arm to arm with me!
Pick a bouquet of the whites
You See
I am going blind of the scent.
Give your youth
To my youth.

from slected poems:
IN FAVOR OF DREAMS
Tapesh,1388/2009
Tr.F.S.

HIKING 2011

OLD TIME DEPARTED TO THE VAGUE
A WHITE CARRIAGE ARRIVED IN SNOW
GET IT REFRESH,WHILE GETTING REFRESHED

WOODCUTTING IN THE WOODS

A veil of cover
To color the veil
On blue mountain of fog
With a wall of pain
A red rider
On the sad face of grass
Who is reflecting
A faraway song
To become a song when coming closer.
Journey towards inner world
A journey towards the world

RECIPE FOR LOSER

LOST IN ILLUSTRATION EN FAUX
SHOOTING IN MONTAGE AND MAKE-UP
ABSORBING MAKE -SHIFT DOMES
NO INHALE,NO EXHALE
NO
INHALE

Monday, December 27, 2010

RETURN TO FROSTY WINTER

turner's snowstorm

BYPASSING SNOWSTORM
WHO SPARED OUR CORNER
TO RETURN TO FROSTY WINTER

THE LOST TIME OF SCREAM

EDWARD MUNCH(1863-1944) draws our lost time of scream,melancholy and madness.

The Norwegian artist who this year attended National Gallery of Art in D.C.,with his prints,

belong to this day and age.

In fact Munch is present in all periods and epoques.The realist-symbolist psychographist

with his Nietzsche ,volcano,love and kiss is wathing and drawing our year of 2010 in 12 paintings

and drawing them in his modern expressions.

LOST IN THE TIME

edward munch's scream and madonna

YEAR END 2010

Was it 2010 0r 1010 when wampire last smoked pot?
And Munch was back to verbalize in words
The Volcano of Eyjafjallajokull?
Images imagine blood of wars
And dust of devastating disasters.
The journey just began
At dawn
If misfit Giants are the winners
So are The Saints
Of Crescent City
Then why you think
Battered peace
Is more romantic
Than shattering wars.
Images are words
And oil spill
On our wings
Or highways and horizon

.....

THE LIVES WE LIVE

J.D.SALINGER
Knew every single corner
Of solitude
Tha's how he enjoyed it
and never let it
get contaminated
With stinky strangers
Who knock on your door
To invade you in private
And intervene your precious moments
Of making love.
New Hampshire was his heaven
Hell
Well,was a haven
kept far
And away.

J.D.SALINGER(1919-2010)
See More entrees:
1/28/2010
and 1/29/2010

POSTCARD FROM REDSKINIA

Reviving redskins
Relies gracefully in showdowns
On Rex
They provide protection
for Da King
Fans and fathers
Hugs and humbles rejoice
But do not go too far
Most of us are counting
On us
When it does not count and
We are good
When it is all over,
Redskins are
in our team too