MAY SOLSTICE/SILK ROAD SOLACE/MAY BLUES

                                                  Painting By Zohreh Khaleghi
#35 May

*MAY SOLSTICE
Time of ruby rubay
With a rose in your tress
May solstice.

* SILK ROAD SOLACE
Lashes of shade
Shade of silk
Silk on the road!

*MAY BLUES
(Haikuesque in length)

Follow the river
Follow the road
For what's on your side
Falling on you.
Rubble of you
Ruinning in you as
What's falling on you .
It is a time to say a graceful farewell
All remains is window
And the night.
It is a veil of words
Veiling you
Behind the wall
Hidden in the air.
It is a romantic link
Broken in links
Digitally
Or on the dish.
Oh spread the blue shade
On your velvet lashes
Bridge the unabridged
By ridges to the infinity.
A path unknowingly going
A path through you.
O.K! O.K!The future is all belongs to you
I just wanted to share the past tenses
With you
When you think of the past.

Sunday , 5/30/2010
The lasts of "May Mahi"

O ANNAPOLIS OF SOLSTICE!

Schooners hatching horizon
Hands in hands and faraway
Either by azure or
In awe of love
Mounting the hills in valley of the bay.
O Annapolis of solstice !

5/28/2010

BORNAIHA

*It is a book you open everyday

for sharing heartfelt sympathy and condolences

When you open your eyes
To open the doors of the world
It is a book you open everyday
But can not flip to pages
Till it becomes tablets
Or a wall.
And we follow you to the gates
of heavens
every time
We think of you.
Life is Haiku.

*DR BORNA MEISAMI FARD,
my son,my friend,my colleague
b.MAY 28,1967,TEHRAN
d.JULY 1,2007,NEW YORK CITY
See More: my Farsi poems in:
www.rendaan.blogspot.com/june2010

PARVIZ SHAPUR's KARIKALMATURپرویز شاپور

عمران صلاحی در راه بهشت زهرا پرده را پس می زند و از شاپورخان می پرسدد:کجاداری میری؟و شاپورخان درپاسخ می گوید جایی نمیرم. همین الان برمی گردم

ف.س 

BREAKING NEWS: This just arrived.
Once it was raining hard and Ahmad Shamlu was running to take the last bus .Parviz Shapur appeared on his way and said:
Don't rush ,I take you home.
-Do you have a car?Shamlu asked.
No,Shapur said,I have an umbrella.

...AND NOW WE ALL WEAR A BLACK RAINBOW IN YOUR MEMORIAL.

PARVIZ SHAPUR,also PARVIZ SHAPOUR,PERSIAN پرویز شاپور CARICATURIST,KARIKALMATURIST

b. 5 Khordad 1302/May 26,1923 Ghom
D.15 mordad 1378/ Aug 6,1999 Tehran
Shapur,also Shapur khan,published 5 volumes of Karikalmatur,a term coined by Ahmad Shamlu,as a corruption and  fusion of CARICATURE+KALAMEH(WORD).
Here  are some translations of his works from Parviz Shapur's selected Karikalmatur,Nashr Honar,1369/1990,USA
See More:Bijan Assadipour's special issue of Parviz Shapur,Asheghaneh,Houston

*Salam is a bridge connecting two loneliness.
*Salam is the most humble word.
*All the people of the world keep silence in one language.
*I sent the sun to the land of the nights,in exile.
*Clouds are unripe rain.
*Nobody's life has more up and down than the elevator man's.
*Swimming of the fish takes a lifetime.
*With my tears I wrote a preface to the ocean.
*Ocean is the collection of rain drops.
*I burried the old water jet in waterfall.
*My life's calendar had no spring.
*As I am not in the mood of suicide,I live.
*When I think of death,Azrael cheers for me.
*When i saw azrael i pretended to be dead
*My heart announced silence in honor of my death
*Death is the peak of life.
*After dying I breathe negative breath
* My tombstone is so heavy that it is impossible to breathe.
* I am not going to even take responsibility of writings on my tombstone.
*In my will ,I asked to have three tombstones for the winter.
* I dedicated my body to cemetery.
*My world ends to the late Parviz Shapur...

Tr.by: F.Soleimani

JOSEPH BRODSKY's B-D

JOSEPH BRODSKY,Major Russian Poet and Essayist
b. May 24,1940,Leningrad
d.Jan 28,1996,New York City
Joseph Brodsky,a major Russian poet was smeared in 1964 in a trial for "social parasitism" by social parasites in power.He won the Nobel Prize in literature,in 1987 for :
"all - embracing authorship imbued with clarity of thought and poetic intensity."
Although a political activist,Brodsky's poetry is " language and ,presumably literature."
They "are more more ancient and inevitable,more durable than any form of social organization.The revulsion,irony,or indifference often expressed by literature toward the state is essentially the reaction of the permanent-better yet,the infinite-against the temporary ,against the finite."
Brodsky's final works are:
A Part of Speech,poetry collection,1980
History of 20th Century,1986
To urania,1988
Less Than One,essays collection,1986

*ROMAN ELEGIES:
XII
Lean over.I'll whisper something to you:I am
grateful for everything : for the chicken cartilage
and for the chirr of scissors already cutting
out the void for me-for it is your hem.
Doesn't matter if it is pitch-black,doesn't matter if
it holds nothing:no ovals,no limbs to count.
The more invisible something is
the more certain it's been around
and the more obviously it's everywhere.You
were the first to whom all this happened,were you?
For a nail holding something one would divide by two-
were it not for remainders-there is no gentler quarry.
I was in Rome.I was flooded by light.The way
a splinter can onlty dream about.
Golden coins on the retina are to stay-
enough to last one through the whole blackout.
Tr.from Russian by the poet
HAPPY b-d JOSEH BRODSKY

IT RAINS IN SOUTHERN ILLINOIS

marion clock tower

modified 10.4.11


To:MBR

*It Rains in Southern Illinois

It rains in Southern Illinois
I hear the farmers rooster
entertaining on the roof.

Playing point

we point to play
our old memories
saved for years in the mind
or just fake.

In Rend Lake
I see a sea of "Rendan"
coming to dotcoming
in the silent Marina
with no tourists.

We miss Crab Orchard Lake
in the crowd
under sunny blue sky.

Pacing a guilty wind
grating the fog
singing blues
on the crossroads.

As innocent as an old revolutionary
ardent hearts slipping into the bed of
a rolling gypsy.
the home of a homeless
just was born
in the middle of nowhere.

A magic realist bird
came to the kitchen
and closed the window
to the night.

On the top of a ladder
someone is pouring paint
on the pavement.
Marion is all murals
in Tower Square
and someone on the ladder
painting someone
on the ladder.

Be young in Deyoung
with new Main Street
delighted with desire,
Marion has a Main Street
and a Main Street

like twice the old days America

not being devoured by suburbs.

We tour around Marion Clock Tower
in red brick

white collar

and green hat.
It is the sister of Sari Clock Tower
standing tall all by herself

independent and in mutiny.

No metal rattle
no howl of breaks
or urgency to break
no light to stop traffic
or life.
simply just no "NO!"
or "DO NOT!"

The road to St.Louis
stayed course
raining in my hat
and pockets of your raincoat.
wherever we go
it is raincloud
travelling with us.

In Union Station
We jump off the rain bridge
into City Garden.

Proud are the poles
of Gateway Arch
bending with eyes on the west
(and the east)

Gateway Arch up there
Above Ole Miss Sisipi River
looking at green pond
and thinking of hanging garden of Babel.
Confused and curious,
her tongue is as confused as her gaze.

Parade of erected Zigurats
always going round up
and digging
never bent for going down.

Arcade of rain.
Who wants to sing under a waterfall
tonight?

In downtown
I got off Corolla
to meet Bob Cassilly ,a native son,and peers in City Museum ,b. 1997
with his 4-foot-wideslinkys and
76-foot-long No.2 Pencil
(now dead at 61 under his innovative artworks)
and The Sculpture garden

Not much willing now
to see Wheeling,W Va.
Storm brought me here.

Breezewood,Md
Bringing me back with you
I raise a glass of rain
and CHEERS!

Gone with the wind
a gypsy rose
still sitting in shade of blue.

For a free carwash I drove 2000 miles.
Wasn't this done by machines
before sky took over?

I t was called:
"Civilized Invasion"
Once Flo however said.
I did not penetrate
civilized or in vasion
and still you felt in
vasion.
A version in vain
if you will.
A silent presence
in a silent presence for all and none
a rule of
"Tout ou Rien"
unrully run.
So consensual
for the sakes of both parties.
That's how life goes.
No matter if years passed
or still
still.

And still it rains so hard
in Southern Illinois.

This rose was abandonned and bent
I put a ring on her
Rose garden grew up.
O magic miracle of mirage.
Then her aura sprang  and squirted
her garden withered
I heard HICHKAS(nobdy)
singing in the dark:
"Good days will come
When we do not kill each other
Do not look bad upon each other
A day we are friends
And hug each other
Like in our school days..."and
Home away from home
my destiny is universe.
my Marion is marinated
in the rainy road rage.
Is she trying to unpoet a poet?!
now that
It rains so hard
in Southern Illinois

MARION,ILLINOIS. and on the road
MAY 21-22,2010

LIFE AFTER MISS SOURI

                                               Painting By Zohreh Khaleghi

Accidental ectstasy
In lost pictures
Gone are cherry blossoms
And the white rose.
A regal silence is broken
By souvenirs and the brown stone heart.
A parade of immitations and real.
We leap to ourselves
From a long bridge.
Your city's loneliness
Itching in your voice
Which is lost like
Cherry blossoms
And the white rose.
Sitting naked in the rain
For rvelation
To see mystic mist
Rising from sculptures of
City Garden,
A parvis.
After meandering the mountain pass
Bleeding in storm
Worthy of regards.
It took a bitter rough road
To the lost word cavern
Then I let her fly away
To the mist of
Tween waterfalls.
Silent mouth unable to live
Or cry
But just ecstasy
An accidental ecstasy
Awashed
When flying away
And lost in itching voice
Like cherry blossoms
And the white rose.

ST.LOUIS,MO
MAY20,2010