chemical ali or comical ali and the likes of him and his cousins ,whatever the names are,
with some of the scenes of their crimes against humanity in halabcheh village
of kordestan,marshland of southern iraq,eight year iran-iraq war and so on... uninterrupted brutality someday stops at one point.
**RAP WITH COMICAL ALI
(with or without music)
butcher or driver butcher are known by their own name drivers are human being the killer was a driver the killer didn't go to school the killer was only a killer of nature a bad killer the bad killer is like a good killer a good killer is like a bad killer a bad killer became a general a good killer became a general party is party bad party good party baad party goood party baath party and the rest are like the rest as usual and committed non stop with brutality
COMICAL A...L...I...
that other butcher made him a peacock a monkey peacock like a peacock monkey monkey like him they look like others they look alike killers are cousins are killers they kill their own people too they kill the members of family too read history if you go to school you read history then you know rulers are killers then you know killers are killers and the rest as usual committed non stop with brutality
COMICAL A...L...I...
jam or jelly in july juice or germ in june gas or mustard or chewing gum in summer football in fall a bloody chapiyalgha whenever sadam in rat house majed behind toilets someone on the run someone is porous when it comes to talk about the past everyone is apolegitict hen now one remembers what remembers life is ridiculous as ridiculous as killers and the rest committed non stop with brutality
COMI...CAL...A...L...I...
he played football with his cousin by bloody boots he revolved his revolver
in southern marshland someone was running his rugged boat he was driving the people crazy in sheikh palace he danced and howled in gulf halabcheh and marsh he didn't give a damn in dez dam he didn't know the damn and the rest is committed with brutality
COMICAL A...L...I...
he didn't know where to start
i didn't know where to start
he didn't know where to finish
i didn't know where to finish
he didn't know where to start
someone on the run
someone hidden in rat house
life is as unexpected as death as life
and the rest is committed with brutality
CHE...MI...CAL... A...L...I...
I mean comical whoever...
DONE!
PLEASE DO NOT TAKE ME BACK TO TOP OF THE PAGE.*
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*"THIS CRIMINAL HAS GOTTEN WHAT HE DESERVED FOR ATROCITIES HE COMMITTED AGAINST INNOCENT PEOPLE.
I HOPE HE WILL BE A LESSON FOR THE OTHERS."
-FOUAD MASSOUM,KORDISH LEGISTLATOR.
(NOT ME.I AM AGAINST ANY TYPES OF KILLING.PERIOD.)
IS A SITE OF ART,LITERATURE, CULTURE AND SCIENCE,ESPECIALLY HEALTH AND MEDICAL SCIENCES,PUBLISHED IN MAJOR LANGUAGES AND IN SEVERAL CHAPTERS.THE GOAL OF THIS SITE IS TO PROVIDE,PRODUCE AND PROMOTE FREE WORDS AND IMAGES FOR FREE FOLKS OF OUR PLANET.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
RAINBOW DOVE IN LONDON TOWN HYDE PARK
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I WALK
IN A JUVENILE JUNGLE
WITH TREES CLINGING
TO THEIR LEAVES
AND VICE VERSA...
ROCKY RUN STILL RUNS
I JUMP OVER THE ROCKS
WITHOUT GOING FOR SWIMMING
THEN STANDING TALL
ON A BRIDGE
I OBSERVE THE DORMANT BASTION
IN WINTER FIELD.
A RAINBOW DOVE
SINGING LOUD AND LONELY
ALONG THE WIND.
WHEN SHE GETS CLOSER
I SEE HER PALE FACE
CLINGING TO A TREE
AND VICE VERSA...
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
MBR 2010-1-2 :PROTEST OF THE PEN
protest of the pen
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*PROTEST OF THE PEN
ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY AND PROSE ON
IRANIAN PROTEST IN SUMMER 2009(IN PERSIAN/FARSI)
COMPILED BY:
MAHNAZ BADIHIAN,AZADEH DAVACHI
WITH WORKS BY:
S.AZAR
M.ASHRAFI
S.AHMADLU
B.BARAN
M.BADIHIAN
H.BASIRI
F.PANAHI
S.T.SALEH
M.R.JAFARI
S.JAVAN
D.KHATIR
S.KHOI
A.DAVACHI
Y.ROYAI
F.SOLEIMANI
F.S.KOHAN
J.S.NASAB
M.SHAHABI
L.SADEGHI
M.SABURI
M.A.ASGARI
M.M.GHADERI
A.KARIMI
B.SAHRANAVARD
M.ZIAI
H.AZIZI
N.MASSUDI
M.MOTAGHEDI
R.MOHEB
M.MIRAFTABI
A.NOSRATOLAHI
M.NAFICI
M.NOSRAT
M.HULEH
K.HAMEKHANI
R.YAR
S.Y.YURMIA
R.BISHETAB
B.SAHRANAVARD
S.ALIZADEH
AN ENGLISH EDITION AND TRANSLATION OF POEMS AND STORIES OF THIS BOOK WILL BE READY SOON FOR PRINTAND PUBLICATION.
CONGRATULATIONS TO EDITORS OF
PROTEST OF THE PEN .
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Friday, January 22, 2010
جعفر کوش آبادی JAFAR KUSHABDI(1320-1388)A*SH*N*A:

jafar kushabadi(1320-1388)
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JAFAR KUSHABADI,POET
b.1320/1941,TEHRAN
d.2 BAHMAN 1388/JAN 22,2010
JAFAR KUSHABADI,A POET OF PEOPLE DIED WITH CANCER AT AGE 68.HIS NIMAI POEMS WERE WELL KNOWN ABOUT THREE DECADES AGO AND BY ONE CRITIC'S ACCOUNT(MOHAMAD HOGHUGHI),HE IS CONSIDERED AS A MAJOR PERSIAN POET,ALTHOUGH HE HAS NOT BEEN INCLUDED IN
MOJ MAJOR POETS LIST.
I SAW THE EARTH WITH BLOODY FACE
IS WAITING ON CROOKED ROAD OF HISTORY
IN FIRE AND SMOKE
"IN HIS BOOK,RAISE MIRZA KUCHAK KHAN, برخیز میرزا کوچک خانTHE HONESTY OF HISTORICAL HERO IS DRAWN,IN A POEM THAT BY ITS OWN RIGHT IS HONEST,AND STANDING IN DISTANCE,TO POET'S "OTHER MUSICAL INSTRUMENT" AND "FOUR POPPIES"
from faramarz soleimani's شعر شهادت است sher shohadat ast/poetry is witnessing,moj book1360/1981
THE POETRY BOOKS OF JAFAR KUSHABADI ARE:
میرزاکوچک خانRAISE MIRZA KUCHAK KHAN,1347/1968
OTHER MUSICAL INSTRUMENT ساز دیگر,
WITH INTRODUCTION BY:M.A BEHAZIN,1347/1968
اژدهای سیاهBLACK DRAGON?
چهار شقایقFOUR POPPIES,NIL 1349/1970
سفرباصداهاVOYAGE WITH SOUNDS,WITH INTRODUCTION BY:EHSAN TABARI,PEYK IRAN 1360/1981
در آینهIN THE MIRROR
I SAW THE EARTH WITH BLOODY FACE
IS WAITING ON CROOKED ROAD OF HISTORY
IN FIRE AND SMOKE
"IN HIS BOOK,RAISE MIRZA KUCHAK KHAN, برخیز میرزا کوچک خانTHE HONESTY OF HISTORICAL HERO IS DRAWN,IN A POEM THAT BY ITS OWN RIGHT IS HONEST,AND STANDING IN DISTANCE,TO POET'S "OTHER MUSICAL INSTRUMENT" AND "FOUR POPPIES"
from faramarz soleimani's شعر شهادت است sher shohadat ast/poetry is witnessing,moj book1360/1981
THE POETRY BOOKS OF JAFAR KUSHABADI ARE:
میرزاکوچک خانRAISE MIRZA KUCHAK KHAN,1347/1968
OTHER MUSICAL INSTRUMENT ساز دیگر,
WITH INTRODUCTION BY:M.A BEHAZIN,1347/1968
اژدهای سیاهBLACK DRAGON?
چهار شقایقFOUR POPPIES,NIL 1349/1970
سفرباصداهاVOYAGE WITH SOUNDS,WITH INTRODUCTION BY:EHSAN TABARI,PEYK IRAN 1360/1981
در آینهIN THE MIRROR
A*SH*N*A:خسروگلسرخیKHOSRO GOLSORKI AND MARTYRED POEM
khosro golsorkhi in shah's military court,defending his art and ideas,for that he was convicted and executed in tehran,along with his friend and comrade keramat daneshian,1352/1974،
KHOSRO GOLSORKHI.POET AND JOURNALIST,ALSO:خسروگلسرخی،خسرو تهرانی، دامون،جنگلی ها، بابک رستگار، افشین راد،خسرو کاتوزیان ...
DAMON,JANGALIHA,KHOSRO TEHRANI,BABAK RASTEGAR,AFSHIN RAD,KHOSRO KATUZIAN,KH.G.
b.2 BAHMAN 1322/JAN 22,1943 RASHTزاده ی ٢ بهمن ١٣٢٢ رشت
d.29 BAHMAN 1352/FEB 18,1974 TEHRANتا ٢٩ بهمن ١٣٥٢ تهران.تیرباران در چیتگر
همراه همرزمش کرامت دانشیان،آموزگار سلیران ،از روستاهای مسجد سلیمان
MARRIED ATEFEH GORGINعاطفه گرگین ,POET AND WRITER,SON:DAMON
شعر خسرو گلسرخی همچون یک فریاد است که در آن به دنبال همخوانی و نا همخوانی نمی گردی و تنها زیر تاثیر آن رگ های گردنت برجسته و مشت ها یت گره می شود .این جا در فضای مه و باران جنگلی ، شعر گلسرخی از تصویرپردازیتبت و طبیعی سود برده است
جنگل
ای کتاب شعر درختی
با آن حروف سبز مخملیت بنویس
در چشم های ابر بر فراز مزارع متروک
باران
باران
شعر او دعوت به قیام است و در آمدن از تنهایی و پیوستن به جمع تا ساخت و ساز کلام را به ساخت و ساز شورش و قهر و عصیان با قهرمانان گذشته و حال بکشاند
و انقلاب را سامان دهد
با گیسوان تو حرفی ست
از زخم
از این جراحت ویرانه های دل
جنگل
باور نمی کنم
که خموشانه سر به سینه ی کوهی
و دست های توانای تو
گرمای خود فرو نهاده و تنهاست
شاعر در این راه سرگذشت میرزا کوچک خان و یارانش بالام پاتاوانی و آنا م آبکناری و قیام مجاهدان جنگل را به یاد می آورد و فضای حماسی زورخانه را دارد و یلان و پهلوانان باستان را پیش روی می آورد
بالام
بالام پاتا وانی
آنام
آنام آبکناری
در آن ستیز سرخ مکلوان
بر شما چگونه گذشت
گلونده رود صدای گام های شما را
هنوز
در تداوم جاریش زمزمه می کند *
از شعر بلند دامون
آبکنار و پاتاوان از آبادی های گیلان
گلونده رود ، رودی است در تپه های گسکره واقع در فومن گیلان
our big heart
is a wet bird
sitting on a tree
on the sidewalk
under each tree
thousand of awakened nude
of axes
in jungles
alas if our heart
slept fearless
on tangled wet tresses
alas if
all streets
in the city
were jungles
from:OF JUNGLES
IN COMMEMORATION KHOSRO GOLSORKHI
ED;BOZORG KHAZRAI
TR;F.SOLEIMANI
BOOKS:
WHERE DO I STAND IN THE WORLD?
MORE TIRED THAN EVER,ED;K.GOHARIN,ARVIJ
AWAKENED VIOLET,ED;M.ROSHANGAR
see also:khanushaneh.com/martyred poem
O MY NATIVE LAND,ED;K.GOHARIN
WET BIRD,ED;K.GOHARIN
A HAND BETWEEN DAGGER AND HEART
POLITIC OF ART,POLITIC OF POETRY,NEMUNEH,TEHRAN 1350,ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN PART,IN NEGIN MONTHLY
NIMA AND EARTHY TRUTH
TRANSLATION:
LAST MOMENT OF COLONIALISM,UNDER PSEUDONYM:KHOSRO KATUZIAN
A COMMEMORARIVE COLLECTION FOR KHOSRO GOLSORKHI,ED;BOZORG KHAZRAI
باید که دست های خسته بیاسایند
باید که خنده و آینده های اشک بگیرد
باید که رنج را بشناسیم
وقتی که دختر رحمان
با یک تب دو ساعته می مرد
باید که دوست بداریم یاران
باید که قالب ما
سرود پرچم ما باشد
گلسرخي شعر اعتراض و ستيز را عموميت بخشيد و بيشتر به ميان مردم كشاند . آواي گلسرخي پژواك مدام شجاعت و صداقت را داشت كه پارادايم شعر ديگري در دوران معاصر بود كه از عشقي و فرخي آغاز مي شد و با مختاري و سلطانپور آدامه مي يافت. شعر چريكي ايران در بطن همين حركت ها شكل گرفت تا اعلام كند كه : شعر شهادت است
به بهانه ي ماه شعر
ف. س
به بهانه ي ماه شعر
ف. س
HERE IS TWO PARTS OF MY WORK,"MARTYRED POEM",TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE POET,KHOSRO GOLSORKHI
14
SQUARE OF FIRE
SQUARE OF SOUL
SQUARE OF AFFECTION ON THE SKIRT OF PLAIN
SQUARE OF A BLOSSOMING ROSE
15
A WET BIRD AND WET FLIGHT
A CAGE
WHERE IT BECAME
THE GATES OF A SQUARE.
see full text in khamushaneh.comخموشانه، گزینه شعرهای ۱۳۵۵ تا ۱۳۵۹ فرامرز سلیمانی
شعر شهادت است ص ص ٧٧ تا ٨٠
خسرو گلسرخی: خواب یلدا
من همین فردا
به رفیقانم که همه از عریانی می گریند
خواهم گفت:
گریه کار ابر است
من و تو با انگشتی چون شمشیر,
من و تو با حرفی چون باروت
به عریانی پایان بخشیم
و بگوئیم به دنیا, به فریاد بلند
عاقبت دیدید ما صاحب خورشید شدیم…
و در این هنگام است
که همان بوسه تو خواهم بود
کز سر مهر به خورشید دهی…
شب که می آید و می کوبد پشت در را,
بخودم می گویم
اگر از خواب شب یلدا ما برخیزیم
اگر از خواب بلند یلدا, برخیزیم
ما همین فردا
کاری خواهیم کرد
کاری کارستان…
من همین فردا
به رفیقانم که همه از عریانی می گریند
خواهم گفت:
گریه کار ابر است
من و تو با انگشتی چون شمشیر,
من و تو با حرفی چون باروت
به عریانی پایان بخشیم
و بگوئیم به دنیا, به فریاد بلند
عاقبت دیدید ما صاحب خورشید شدیم…
و در این هنگام است
که همان بوسه تو خواهم بود
کز سر مهر به خورشید دهی…
شب که می آید و می کوبد پشت در را,
بخودم می گویم
اگر از خواب شب یلدا ما برخیزیم
اگر از خواب بلند یلدا, برخیزیم
ما همین فردا
کاری خواهیم کرد
کاری کارستان…
Thursday, January 21, 2010
آمدنی نو - از پی نبودی نه به خواستA*SH*N*A: CYRUS RADMANESH
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modified 5.24.2012سيروس رادمنش >> آمدنی نو - از پی نبودی نه به خواست
CYRUS RADMANEH,POET
b.1 BAHMAN 1334/JAN 21,1955,BEN ASIAB VILLAGE,MASJED SOLEIMAN
d.17 SHAHRIVAR 1387/SEP 8,2009,HAFTGEL,KHUZESTAN
CYRUS LIKE OTHER MAJOR MASJED SOLEIMANI POETS SUCH AS HORMOZ ALIPUR,ARIA ARIAPUR,MORID MIRGHAED,Yarmohamad ASADPUR...,JOINED MOJ NAB/WAVE OF PURE POETRY IN 1350'S/1970'S AND PUBLISHED HIS WORKS IN MANUCHEHR ATASHI PAGES OF TAMASHA MAGAZINE.SINCE THEN THIS PARADIGM OF POST NIMAI AND MODERN PERSIAN POETRY WAS WITH HIM AND SO APPEARED WITH HIS POETIC VIEWS AND IDEAS ,AND in his POETRY.TO CELEBRATE CYRUS' LIFE,HERE IS A TRANSLATION OF HIS POEM:
*MANDALA
A SMALL SIGN
OF UN-DIRECTING
UNDER THE SURFACE
ON THE CURVE OF A COVER
AND HIDING OF COLOR AND SOUND
AWAY FROM THE WORDS BALANCE
BEFORE LINE-LINE
ON THE SURFACE ACTION.
TR;O1212010/aval bahman 1388
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