JOHN GERY @ OCTAVIA BOOKS

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A very sincere poetry night with New Orleans poet , John Gery in Octavia Book on the occasion of April, Poetry Month and the poet's new book:Have at You Now. 

APRIL,MONTH OF POETRYآوریل ماه ملی شعر

ماه شعر بر شاعران شادباد

واژه بر دهان شعر
شعر واژه می شود
در مهتابی ی عشق
.
واژه  شاعر را می نویسد که واژه را می نویسد بر زبان شعر 

زهره 

APRIL,A POETRY READING I LOVE

A

POETRY

READING

I

LOVE

ARS POETICA-9

همیشه درخت داغ 

همیشه باغ داغ 

همیشه صف درختی که می سوزد 

در داغ باغ 

و آوازی عاشقانه می خواند 

همیشه راه 

که گم می شود  در خاکستر 

تا تو را 

به راه 

باز آورد 

همیشه هرم هاله

در حول و حوش باغ 

که پرچین هول می شود 

اما کسی

 آوازی  عاشقانه 

می خواند 

در کوچه باغ
اما کسی آواز ی عاشقانه می خواند 

ARS POETICA-8: KHAYYAMI

من مرده ی ان دمم که ساقی گوید 

اسرار ازل بر افتاد

وقتی که پرده بر افتاد 

افسوسی پر ولوله شد 

در جمعیت افسوسیان  

پس رهرو 

راه را به اسرار طی کرد 

و در دل گفت 

می ایم پس با تو می گویم 

یک جام دگر بگیر و من نتوانم 

ARS POETICA-7: ADAM AND EVE

Botero:Adam and Eve

Washington ,D.C. .Natioonal Mall,1996

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قصد قضاوت جنگل دا شت 

خیره در زمین خدا ش 

با گرده یی نان گندم 

عریانی ی پوشیده بود 

و گرده یی نان گندم

گندم کامل

بر عریانی ی حوا گذا شت 

جنگل قصد قضاوت دا شت

حالی

در زمین خالی ی خداش  

ARS POETICA-5

pablo picasso:nude

در آغاز واژه بود 

و واژه شعر بود 

وشعر

عریانی ی جهان را می نوشت 

آنگاه 

جهان 

عریان به خیابان آمد 

و واژه شد 

به رویای شاعر 

ARS POETICA-4

تازه آمد از خواب های نقره یی 

خان و ما ن نسترنی دا شت در باغ 

در گشود و

درون شد و 

نشست 

شکل خواب های نقره یی بود 

پا ی پرچین 

دریای باغ را گسترد 

وقت کوکب پر پر شد 

در بستری ابی 

گویی با زمانه از عشق می گذشت 

گویی عشق 

با زمانه 

از او می گذشت 

ARS POETICA-3

I POEM SO I AM
I present you your presence
to take note of my presence.
To be your Shahrzad*
I am born of your story
I am your narrative
I am.
My magic my word
my word my myth.
So if I blow my wings
over your head
I mean to wing you
in my vast sky
to poem
like a winged gazelle
then you are present in your presence
then I am present in my poem
as I poem so I am
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*SHAHRZAD  شهرزاد  is the correct transliteration to be used instead of the long miss -spelled scheherzad

ARS POETICA-2

AND THEN THERE WERE WORDS...

Poetry is 

the perfume of 

a picturesque presence.

Life is a sensational painting

on canvas

passing so fast

sometimes with no loose effect.

Poetry relieves nostalgia in movies with

music banging

on drums

to lead you through.

Poetry is dance of words

jumping in feast.

Poetry provokes arts

in life

with arts and life

a foot print of visionary images.

Poetry is the picture of perfume

when you are wearing

to walk in the wood

or in a silent alley

and then there were words.

If you are surrounded

by nature and silence

you are not in solitude.

POETRY IS SOLITUDE.
Zohreh Khaleghi

POETRY IS GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH

POETRY IS GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH

APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
APRILO  POEZIO MONATO(Esperanto)
آوریل ،ماه شعر...و در آغاز واژه بود و واژه شعر بود 

LOVE:DUST IN THE WIND

Smokey Mountain,Tn&N.C.,2009

Thinking with Nietzsche of love in the year of faraway

Life is tragedy.
It is a tragedy in reverse epic,versed to depict the fate and the tale of generations,through details of self.it is a song to be singing aloud,to loud a long story of times and eras.To tear down the walls.
It is a trail of joy,tears and loss.It is a trail of joy,ending in tears.It is a trail of tears ending in joy.It is flowing in spring,reaching whirlwind and whirlpool,emerging and submerging forever.The poem and more to come is fear with fearless sincerity and nakedness,to pass through you,the same way as they are written, or even shouted.All and all nostalgia in bitter wandering grief,carrying words,ripped off in letters and even long bleeding silence. And lost seasons surrounded in thoughts.They come in friend's mirror.A mirror of friend,that is here and there.At times for attraction.But attractive and provocative in fake and ,
to make shape and impression,which is unable to do,and with more nakedness comes more falsehood
The names are in letters.In lines and dots.The names are in final words.And points around blank spaces of the hidden past and future.They are instruments.funny they are roads and back roads .They are ways, byways paces , spaces and traces. To be instrumentals.
"The fire of love glows in the names of all virtues,and the fire of wrath.",as Nietzsche emphasizes on behalf of Zarathushtra.It is the love of the far love of the farthest.and when it is so much out of reach,it is a real love. But lovers should be real things ,and fake stuff shows up more when they are hidden...
FARAWAY
Far faraway I left the wind behind , and you were dust in the wind
A highway is too much for you to take.
With all your call and howl
I left you in a byway and run
Running away in far faraway is to make you clean in your fearful fake words.
Never neat.
Always in a net of laying hands forward for begging.
In your false body
And surrendered shape

APRIL:MONTH OF POETRY

nosratolah masoudi

صدای تو 

نصرت‌اله مسعودی

مگر صدای ِ اُم کلثوم
بيخ آن گلو را بوسيده است
که طنين طرارانه‌اش
مثل قصه‌های هزار و يک شب
راز خواب را
از پلک‌های من ربوده است
و حالا جا و بيجا
چون عريانی آب و ستاره
دستی به شدت
رو شده دارم
و گريه‌های ساده‌ام را
- حتا ساده ‌تر-
کودکان دبستانی هم نقاشی می‌کنند


خاتونِ گيسو و باد و گريز!
ما که با همان واژه‌ی اول
به تو باخته‌ايم

ديگر به هيچ نازی نيازی نيست
تا عريا‌ن ترم کنی
که چنان چول چول می‌گذرم
که پاييز
از ويرانی‌ام
گريه‌اش می‌گيرد 

mahin khadivi

ahmad miralai ,1321-1374

 heshmat jazani

mohamad mokhtari

1. 
   

April 1/12 Farvardin 1332:Nosratolah Masoudi,Khoram Abad ,Iran
APRIL1:MAHIN KHADIVI,see Iranian Women Poets.
APRIL3/14 FARVARDIN1341/1962:AZITA GHAHREMAN,b.MASHAD,see Iranian Women Poets.
APRIL 10:AHMAD MIRALAI,
b.21 FARVARDIN 1321/1942,ESFAHAN
d.3 ABAN 1374,ESFAHAN
Ahmad Miralai was translator,teacher and publisher of سنگ  آفتابSANG AFTAB   in Esfehan.
He translated into Persian works by :Borges,V.S.Naipal,among others and specially Octavio Paz' Sunstone: سنگ آفتاب ،The masterpiece also translated and annotated by Faramarz soleimani,as well as Heshmat Jazani
.....
APRIL 21:MOHAMAD MOKHTARI,
b.1 ORDIBEHESHT 1321,MASHAD
d.12 AZAR 1377/1998,TEHRAN

And I learned from a flower
How to look at the world
We matured when we looked at each other
The world looked and I bloomed
I looked and the world bloomed
+
.....

*OCTAVIO PAZ:I WILL SPEAK TO YOU...

spanish/english/farsi
for 100th anniversary of birth

اکتاویو پاز:

با تو با زبان سنگ می گویم 

با هجای سبز پاسخ ده 

با تو با زبان برف می گویم 

با بادزن زنبوران پاسخ ده 

با تو با زبان خون می گویم

با برجی از پرندگان پاسخ ده  

I WILL SPEAK TO YOU  IN STONE LANGUAGE
(ANSWER WITH A GREEN SYLLABLE)
I WILL SPEAK TO YOU IN SNOW LANGUAGE
(ANSWER WITH A FAN OF BEES)
I WILL SPEAK TO YOU IN BLOOD LANGUAGE
(ANSWER WITH A TOWER OF BIRDS)/
Te hablare un lenguaje de piedra
(respondes con un monosilabo verde)
te hablare un lenguaje de nieve
(respondes con un abanico de abejas)
te hablare un liguaje de sangre
(respondes con una canoa de relampagos)
te hablare un lenguaje de sangre
(respondes con una torre de pajaros)

Octavio Paz
Poet,Writer and Thinker
Winner Nobel Prize in Literature 1990
b.31 March 1914,Mixuac,Mexico
d.19 April 1998,Mexico City,Mexico
from:duracion/DURATION
Tr;F.S.

A REBORN BORN

modified 4.18.11
por una donna ideale
1
IT IS LIKE CHESS PIECES
PUTTING TOGETHER AND SEPARATING
TO PUT TOGETHER AGAIN
IN MAKING LOVE.
2
IT IS POUND BY POUND
MEASURING EZRA POUND
ON SCALE OF THE WIND.
3
"Eye ,dreams,lips,and the night goes.
Being upon the road once more,
They are not."*
4
IT IS FORCED TO FUTURE
FROM THE PAST
IT IS SIGHT
FROM THE CORNER OF EYES.
5
IT IS DREAMS
WHILE DREAM
IN DREAMS.
6
IT IS WOULD WAVE
IT IS WAVE
WHEN IT WOULD.
7
IT IS ON YOUR WAY
A WAY TO WAVE
IT IS AWAY FROM YOUR WAY
8
SOMETIMES WE CHANGE
WE CHANGE THE SOMETIMES
IT IS OUR OWN WAY.
9
IT IS ALL ALONE
WHEN YOU SING
YOUR SONG
10
IT IS SONG OF NO SONG
BUT SOMEHOW WE REACHED THE DEAD CANAL
AND NOT RETURNED:
"I will sing the white birds
In the blue waters of heaven,
The clouds that are spray to its sea"*

*lines in low cases by: Ezra Pound,American poet of poets
born again on april 18,1957,when released from
St.Elizabeth Psychiatric Hospital,Washington,D.C.
after 13 years

TO LLAMAS OF ANDES AND...

TO LLAMAS OF ANDES AND...
ABU JAFAR KHADIR.
A POEM BY HOSSEIN SHARANG
A PERSIAN POET OF MONTREAL,QUEBEC,CANADA
TR.F.SOLEIMANI
.....
THE WAR IS NOT ON WATER AND LAND
IT IS ON THE NAME
OF WATER AND LAND
IN SEVENTY LANGUAGES.

TEBETIAN WATER
CHINESE LAND.

THIRSTY SNAKES EAT DIRT
BIT THISTLES
DO NOT FIGHT FOR MIRAGE,
THE THIRSTY SNAKES

from:LE LIVRE SAUVAGE/THE SAVAGE BOOK
SHAHRVAND,MAR 2009

APRIL:MONTH OF POETRY

برای زنخدای شعر : ایران 

بلبلان و سرخگلان

 در دستان و گیسوان تو 

و در نام تو 

تو سرخگل واژه گان 

آه زنخدای شعر 

اه عشق 

اه ایران 

ROSES AND NIGHTINGALES
IN YOUR HAIR AND HANDS
IN YOUR NAME
YOU ROSE TO THE WORDS
O GODDESS OF POETRY
O LOVE
O IRAN!
CALLIOPE,GODDESS OF POETRY , IS DAUGHTER OF ZEUS AND MNEMOSYNE,ALSO HOMER'S MUSE AND INSPIRATION FOR ILLIAD AND ODYSSEY.
IN FARSI WE CALL HER: IRAN,THE GODDESS OF POETRY, DAUGHTER OF ARYANS,
ALSO FERDOSI'S MUSE AND INSPIRATION FOR SHAHNAMEH,THE BOOK OF KINGS
WRITTEN TO REVIVE EPICS AND FARSI/PERSIAN LANGUAGE.
THIS MONTH WE CELEBRATE POETRY AND GODDESS OF POETRY BY POEMS POSTED EVERYDAY FROM IRAN AND AROUND THE WORLD.
APRIL IS THE MONTH OF POETRY