Visiting my Fifteen Year Old Self
A new collection of short stories
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نخستین بازدید
امروز اولین روزی بود که با پانزده سالگی ام قدم زدم. کنار دریاچه. دلم برایش تنگ شده بود. می خواستم بشناسمش. در آن لحظه های زودگذر و بی دوام، که تکه هایی از آن تا اکنون در ذهنم ماندگار مانده بود. مثل سرخ شدن های مداومش در رویارویی با هر چیزی که تکراری و روزمره نبود!
Sound of Metal is a 2019 American drama film directed and co-written by Darius Marder and starring Riz Ahmed, Olivia Cooke, Paul Raci, Lauren Ridloff and Mathieu Amalric. It tells the story of a drummer who begins to lose his hearing.
The film had its world premiere in the Platform Prize program at the 2019 Toronto International Film Festival on September 6, 2019. It was released theatrically on November 20, 2020, and began streaming on Prime Video on December 4, 2020, by Amazon Studios. The film received critical acclaim, with praise for Ahmed and Raci's performances, as well as for the sound design.
Adnan writes:
"I always thought that dreaming was the honor of the human species. The logic of dreams is superior to the one we exercise while awake. In dreams the mind at last finds its courage: it dares what we do not dare. It also creates: from nightmares to fantastic calculations… and it perceives reality beyond our fuzzy interpretations. In dreams we swim and fly and we are not surprised.
[…]
Dreams spill over on our days. For some people they never stop spilling: the visionaries, the hobos, and all those who speak to themselves, aloud, in the big cities."
from “THE NINTH ELEGY”
by Rainer Maria RilkeWhy, if it could begin as laurel, and be spent so,
this space of Being, a little darker than all
the surrounding green, with little waves at the edge
of every leaf (like a breeze’s smile)—: why then
have to be human — and shunning destiny
long for destiny?…Oh, not because happiness exists,
that over-hasty profit from imminent loss,
not out of curiosity, or to practice the heart,
which could exist in the laurel…
But because being here is much, and because all
that’s here seems to need us, the ephemeral, that
strangely concerns us. We: the most ephemeral. Once,
for each thing, only once. Once, and no more. And we too,
once. Never again. But this
once, to have been, though only once,
to have been an earthly thing — seems irrevocable.[…]
Earth, is it not this that you want: to rise
invisibly in us? — Is that not your dream,
to be invisible, one day? — Earth! Invisible!
What is your urgent command if not transformation?
Earth, beloved, I will. O, believe me, you need
no more Spring-times to win me: only one,
ah, one, is already more than my blood can stand.
Namelessly, I have been truly yours, from the first.
You were always right, and your most sacred inspiration
is that familiar Death.
See I live. On what? Neither childhood nor future
grows less… Excess of being
wells up in my heart.
The Merchant and the Alchemist's Gate by Ted Chiang
"Four things do not come back: the spoken word, the sped arrow, the past life, and the neglected opportunity."
--Arabic Proverb
In medieval Baghdad, a penniless man is brought before the most powerful man in the world, the caliph himself, to tell his story. It begins with a walk in the bazaar, but soon grows into a tale unlike any other told in the caliph's empire. It's a story that includes not just buried treasure and a band of thieves, but also men haunted by their past and others trapped by their future; it includes not just a beloved wife and a veiled seductress, but also long journeys taken by caravan and even longer ones taken with a single step. Above all, it's a story about recognizing the will of Allah and accepting it, no matter what form it takes.
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I am so deeply grateful to CODEPINK for
always being there on the frontlines — for refusing tyranny and
oppression and for always reminding us that there are alternatives to
war. I am grateful for their wild creative spirit and their courage in
bringing truth to power.
—V (formerly Eve Ensler
(Photo Credit: Paula Allen)
Why Doing Good Makes It Easier to Be Bad
What makes people who seem so good in public act so bad in private?
When humans are good, we give ourselves license to be bad.
How to Criticize with Kindness
Philosopher Daniel Dennett on the Four Steps to Arguing Intelligently
“Just how charitable are you supposed to be when criticizing the views of an opponent?”
NASRIN was secretly filmed in Iran by women and men who risked arrest to make this documentary. It is an immersive portrait of the world’s most honored human rights activist and political prisoner, attorney Nasrin Sotoudeh, and of Iran’s remarkably resilient women’s rights movement. In the courts and on the streets, Nasrin has long fought for the rights of women, children, religious minorities, journalists and artists, and those facing the death penalty. In the midst of filming, Nasrin was arrested in June 2018 for representing women who were protesting Iran’s mandatory hijab law. She was sentenced to 38 years in prison, plus 148 lashes. Featuring acclaimed filmmaker Jafar Panahi, Nobel Peace Prize laureate Shirin Ebadi, and journalist Ann Curry. Narrated by Academy Award-winner Olivia Colman.
Michael Rosen’s Sad Book: A Beautiful Anatomy of Loss, Illustrated by Quentin Blake
“Sometimes I’m sad and I don’t know why. It’s just a cloud that comes along and covers me up.”
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark: Emily Dickinson’s Stunning Ode to Resilience, Animated
I’m not going to ask you to kiss me,
neither ask for forgiveness when I believe that you have done wrong,
or that you have made a mistake.
Nor am I going to ask you to hug me when I need it the most,
or to invite me to dinner on our anniversary.
’m not going to ask you to go around the world
to live new experiences, much less
ask you to give me your hand when we are in that city.
I’m not going to ask you to tell me how pretty I am,
even if it’s a lie or that you write me anything nice.
Nor will I ask you to call me to tell me
how your day was or tell me you miss me.
Indian Resistance and Thanksgiving Declarations
A Hopi Indian named Sun Chief said:
I had learned many English words and could recite part of the Ten Commandments. I knew how to sleep on a bed, pray to Jesus, comb my hair, eat with a knife and fork, and use a toilet. … I had also learned that a person thinks with his head instead of his heart.
و… آن دل پیچه از صبح دیروز تا ساعت یک بعد از ظهر امروز…
At a shiny new lab in Japan, an international team of scientists is trying to figure out what puts us under.
Douglas Stuart's Booker win heralds arrival of a fully formed voice
Though there were four debuts on the Booker shortlist, it’s been more than a decade since a debut won. And with two magisterial novels from established writers in Maaza Mengiste’s The Shadow King and Tsitsi Dangarembga’s This Mournable Body on the list, first-timer Douglas Stuart’s success may come as a surprise. But it will be an immensely popular one, for readers have already taken Shuggie Bain to heart: it was the bestselling novel on this year’s shortlist, and the favourite to win.
شکوفه، کادر سیاسی زنان حزب، سرش را می گذارد روی بالشی که آغشته است به بوی استفراغ. حکم اعدامش را صادر کرده اند. یکماه دیگر، او دیگر برای ابد نیست می شود.
هر بار زیر شکنجه آرزو می کرده است که مرده باشد. اما چرا حالا… از بیاد آوردن لحظه تیر باران، ناگهان … به آب ولرم زیر دوش آب و کف صابون خوش عطری در پاریس فکر می کند که بوی گل موگه می دهد. گل لاله سفیدی، روییده در باغچه خانه ای، که یکبار به او هدیه داده شده بود.
Ray Bradbury’s Greatest Writing Advice
“I’ve had a sign over my typewriter for over 25 years now: Don’t think!”
“As they become known to and accepted by us, our feelings and the honest exploration of them become sanctuaries and spawning grounds for the most radical and daring of ideas. They become a safe-house for that difference so necessary to change and the conceptualization of any meaningful action.”
What's the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing.
Luck is not chance —
It’s Toil —
Fortune’s expensive smile
Is earned —
The Father of the Mine
Is that old-fashioned Coin
We spurned —
How to nurture a love that “would stand as a firm wall,” that “won’t let you fall, and it gives warmth.”
"I spoke with some heat. Fyodor Mikhailovich looked at me in excitement. “And you seriously believe she could love him genuinely, and for the rest of her life?”
He fell silent, as if hesitating. “Put yourself in her place for a moment,” he said in a trembling voice. “Imagine that this artist — is me; that I have confessed my love to you and asked you to be my wife. Tell me, what would you answer?”
His face revealed such deep embarrassment, such inner torment, that I understood at long last that this was not a conversation about literature; that if I gave him an evasive answer I would deal a deathblow to his self-esteem and pride. I looked at his troubled face, which had become so dear to me, and said, “I would answer that I love you and will love you all my life.”
I won’t try to convey the words full of tenderness and love that he said to me then; they are sacred to me. I was stunned, almost crushed by the immensity of my happiness and for a long time I couldn’t believe it."
" Relationships, Adrienne Rich argued in her magnificent meditation on love, refine our truths. But they also, it turns out, refine our immune systems. That’s what pioneering immunologist Esther Sternberg examines in The Balance Within: The Science Connecting Health and Emotions (public library) — a revelatory inquiry into how emotional stress affects our susceptibility to burnout and disease."
زن گفت: “این همه سال است که در این شهر کوچک زندگی می کنم، اما هرگز از کوچه پس کوچه های باریک و پیچ در پیچ شهر عبور نکرده ام! کوچه هایی با دیوارهای بلند، که اسیران رومی بالا برده بودند، که سایبان ظهرهای پیشین و داغ تابستان بشوند. ظهرهایی که تخم مرغ روی آجر سرخ می شد. ظهرهایی درست برعکس روزهای سرد شمال که به زعم مردم عوام، تف می کردی زمین فندق می شد!چرا باید با شهری که در آن به دنیا آمده ام غریبه باشم؟”
What Are the Defining Characteristics of a Lyric Poem?
"Lyric poetry is a category of poetry, encompassing many different
subgenres, styles, cultures, and eras of time. The defining traits of a
lyric poem are a songlike quality and an exploration of emotions and
personal feelings."
Poetry Lights Up Your Brain Like a Favorite Song, fMRI Shows
"A new study from McGill University reports that listening to snippets of
happy or peaceful music prompted study participants to recall vivid
positive memories. Conversely, listening to sad or emotionally scary
music (chosen by the researchers) caused study participants to recall
negative autobiographical memories."
Secrets of Happiness from the Oldest of the Old
"You write, “If you want to be happy, think like an older person.” Can you explain how that works?
We know from a lot of research that older people are more content with their lives than younger people are. Thinking like an older person is thinking about resilience and focusing on what is as opposed to what is not. Accepting your mortality by not being so afraid of it. When you are older, you view the time horizons in front of you differently. You understand the days are finite, and we might as well enjoy the ones we have left. The big lesson for me, the really practical one, is waking up in the morning and saying, “Thank God for another day.” It’s the conscious practice of gratitude."
"What do you think of the state of the world, in the era of pandemic and almost general political entropy?
Helene Cixous Every time there was a plague, people asked themselves the same questions, especially the Other. There are those who do not put on a mask because there is no Other for them. Some cannot even think of this Other. A whole state of humanity is thus brought to light. The government words in all countries are of simple pragmatic urgency. Not smart. People should come to live this moment not only healthily but also morally, philosophically, etc. This is not the case. In the spheres that govern us, we need people capable of thinking so.
We are bleeding a nation dry by mistreating and eliminating the teachers, the devoted, not subservient to capitalism."
Why Is Writing Easier Than Speaking for Introverts? Here’s the Science
Many introverts are naturally gifted writers — so why do they clam up or draw a blank when speaking?
Mastering the traditional ways to forge new ones.
"Perhaps some of this opposition stems from a common misconception. Unlike other arts—and perhaps even other forms of writing—readers and writers alike often associate poetry with feeling, not technique. Part of this may stem from a misunderstanding of William Wordsworth’s famous definition of poetry, in which he begins, “Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings. …” His wording encourages a reading in which poetry simply occurs and does so uncontrollably. If this is the part of the quotation that sticks with you, it’s no surprise that you might associate poetry more with emotional intensity and less with the how of its conveyance. But in the second half of that quotation, Wordsworth tempers his original statement: “... it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.” Those unexpected and powerful feelings are actually being observed at a calming distance from that emotion."
Shifting the Focus From Sylvia Plath's Tragic Death to Her Brilliant Life.
“I hope to free Plath, from the cultural baggage of the past 50 years,” Heather Clark writes in her new biography, “and reposition her as one of the most important American writers of the 20th century.”
Emily Dickinson: Iambic Meter & Rhyme
Emily Dickinson possessed a genius for figurative language and thought. Whenever I read her, I’m left with the impression of a woman who was impish, insightful, impatient, passionate and confident of her own genius. Some scholars portray her as being a revolutionary who rejected (with a capital R) the stock forms and meters of her day.
The kind of truth pessimists tell us will always be a subversive truth.
"Toward the end of my graduate course in literary translation I introduce the students to Samuel Beckett, in particular Arsene’s speech in the novel Watt. Watt has just arrived at Mr. Knott’s house and since when one servant arrives another must depart, Arsene is leaving. Before he does so, he gives Watt the benefit of a lifetime’s disillusionment in a twenty-page monologue. This is the passage I offer my students:
Personally of course I regret everything. Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy, not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust, not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear, not a name, not a face, no time, no place, that I do not regret, exceedingly. An ordure from beginning to end. And yet, when I sat for Fellowship, but for the boil on my bottom… The rest, an ordure. The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps. And the poor old lousy old earth, my earth and my father’s and my mother’s and my father’s father’s and my mother’s mother’s and my father’s mother’s and my mother’s father’s, and................................................................................."
وارد سالنی شدم. کسی مرا به سالن تئاتر راهنمایی کرد و گفت: قرار است ژاک تاتی تمرین های بازیگری را ادامه بدهد.
پرسیدم: ژاک تاتی؟ ژاک تاتی که مرده؟
کسی گفت: نه!
منظورش این بود که ژاک تاتی، که در حقیقت ژاک تاتی نبود، یک کارگردان فرانسوی است که فقط اسمش شبیه ژاک تاتی است!
to let the dark engulf them—
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History remembers the English queen as a murderous monster, but the real story of Mary I is far more nuanced.
“لیز” چشم هایی عجیب دارد. خیره. ثابت. حریص. او همیشه به غذایم خیره می شود. بعد به لب هایم. بعد به گلویم که چطور غذایم را قورت می دهم. یکبار آنقدر در موقع گاز زدن به لایه های درونی ساندویچم خیره شده بود که دندان هایم ناگهان کل شدند. فلج شدند و ساندویچ گاز زده نیمه ایرانی- نیمه آمریکایی ام را دو دستی به او تقدیم کردم.
ساندویچ ام طعم ساندویچ های مهاجرانی را داشت که محتویات درونی اش از قسمت لاغر مغازه ها خریداری شده اند. و با طعم نعناع و ریحان و مرزه تازه از باغچه مهاجران، جان تازه ای به خود گرفته اند.
The Social Dilemma is a 2020 American docudrama film directed by Jeff Orlowski and written by Orlowski, Davis Coombe, and Vickie Curtis. The film explores the rise of social media and the damage it has caused to society, focusing on its exploitation of its users for financial gain through surveillance capitalism and data mining, how its design is meant to nurture an addiction, its use in politics, its effect on mental health (including the mental health of adolescents and rising teen suicide rates), and its role in spreading conspiracy theories such as Pizzagate and aiding groups such as flat-earthers.
Read more on The Social Dilemma
CROSSROADS
by Louise Glück
My body, now that we will not be traveling together much longer
I begin to feel a new tenderness toward you, very raw and unfamiliar,
like what I remember of love when I was young —
love that was so often foolish in its objectives
but never in its choices, its intensities
Too much demanded in advance, too much that could not be promised —
“یک خواب. شاید هم دو تا”
من می دانم که خواب دیده بودم….
(خواهش می کنم نگوئید که چرا همه اش خواب سرهای بریده می بینم. یا بوهایی در خواب می شنوم که همه اش به گوشت سوخته ربط پیدا می کند. باور کنید که من بی تقصیرم! باور کنید که من دلم بیشتر از شما برای شما می سوزد اگر بخواهید این خواب ها را تا آخر دنبال کنید. مگر اینکه آدمی باشید مثل زیگموند فروید یا کارل یونگ که بخواهید از توی آن ها یک چیزبدرد بخوری در بیاورید که مفهوم خواب را برای آیندگان روشن کند!)
بقیه را در لینک بخوانید
In the 1920’s, creative and intellectual life flourished within African American communities in the North and Midwest regions of the United States, but nowhere more so than in Harlem. The New York City neighborhood, encompassing only three square miles, teemed with black artists, intellectuals, writers, and musicians. Black-owned businesses, from newspapers, publishing houses, and music companies to nightclubs, cabarets, and theaters, helped fuel the neighborhood’s thriving scene. Some of the era’s most important literary and artistic figures migrated to or passed through “the Negro capital of the world,” helping to define a period in which African American artists reclaimed their identity and racial pride in defiance of widespread prejudice and discrimination.
Boise Rumi night series, an insightful event with artists from all parts of the U.S., created by Howard Olivier for Rumi’s 813th birthday.
This Is a Poem That Heals Fish: An Almost Unbearably Wonderful Picture-Book About How Poetry Works Its Magic
“A poem … is when you are in love and have the sky in your mouth.”
Elizabeth Bishop on Why Everyone Should Experience at Least One Long Period of Solitude in Life
" This delicate dance between solitude and communion is what the Pulitzer-winning poet Elizabeth Bishop (February 8, 1911–October 6, 1979) explores in a letter found in Words in Air: The Complete Correspondence Between Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Lowell (public library) — the epistolary record of one of the most beautiful and enduring friendships in creative culture."
Emily Dickinson's Revolutionary and Reclusive Life....
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“What does she look like?” I said. “The lady in the yellow house?”
“I don’t know, my dear. Not many see her face-to-face. They say that she is small, though, and that she dresses always in white.”
We moved from pot to pot. He plucked the wilted petals as he went.
“Is she lonely, do you think?”
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قوقولی قوقو
خروسی توتول سرخ، پرهای رنگی اش را تکان داد.
ماری فش فش کنان از کنارش گذشت.
زالویی در مزرعه برنج توی گودالی مرطوب فرو رفت.
خروس، دانه ای را برای مرغی کاوید.
مرغ، تنها ایستاده بود زیر آفتاب
کمی دورتر از او.
دختری دفتر خاطراتش را بغل کرد
چهارده روز پیش نوشتنش را آغاز کرده بود.
نوشته بود که مهرداد
او را در کوچه ای تعقیب کرده است
و موهای مهرداد درست مثل عکس لئوناردو دوکاپریو
که دوستش در مدرسه به او نشان داده بود
قاپی کوچک دارند.
نگاهش دو دو زد میان جمعیت پریشان
و
نوشت: نمیدانم خانه مهرداد کجاست!
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Here are examples that show how different poets have used enjambment. Read them aloud to hear the rhythm and where the poets place the emphasis in each line.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (1922)
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
"The Golf Links Lie So Near the Mill"
The golf links lie so near the mill
That almost every day
The laboring children can look out
And see the men at play.
Clearly, this poem is extremely short and concise and is written in an ABCB rhyme scheme. When a poem is this short, every word in the poem is chosen for a specific reason even if it doesn't seem like it. However, this small poem contains a large social message and is actually a satire.
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شادی را گاه نمی توان به سادگی به دست آورد. نمی توان تزریق اش کرد. شادی وقتی که وقتش برسد خودش با پای خودش می آید. خودش، خودش را نشان می دهد. خودش، خودش را تزریق می کند. و آنگاه است که این شادی طبیعی است. دروغین نیست. شعاری نیست.
Juliette Gréco, the fabulous French chanteuse who once dated Miles Davis and Quincy Jones at the same time, died today aged 93.
French chanteuse and actor who was the musical embodiment of the existentialist movement
Leonard Cohen on Moonlight, the Mystique of Creativity, His Influences, and Why He Loves It When People Cover His Songs
Anna Dostoyevskaya on the Secret to a Happy Marriage: Wisdom from One of History’s Truest and Most Beautiful Loves
"
Recently widowed and bedeviled by epilepsy, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
(November 11, 1821–February 9, 1881) had cornered himself into an
impossible situation. After his elder brother died, Dostoyevsky, already
deeply in debt on account of his gambling addiction, had taken upon
himself the debts of his brother’s magazine."
Read or listen to: The gambler
"The Gambler" is a 1997 drama film directed by Károly Makk. It is set
around the writing of the novel "The Gambler" by Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
Emily Dickinson
من هیچکس نیستم! تو کی هستی؟
تو هم – هیچکسی- مثل من؟
حالا ما هردو جفت هم هستیم!
تکه ای از شعر امیلی دیکنسون
“هیچکس”
زن ایستاده است مثل سایه در آیینه. خیره به خود.
چه مسخره آمیز!
زن می گوید: “من هیچکس ام. من “چیز” هم نیستم.”
Mary Oliver’s Advice on Writing
“Look for verbs of muscle, adjectives of exactitude.”
Never Underestimate the Intelligence of Trees
آب گوجه فرنگی را سر می کشم در هواپیما تا آخرین قطره. دارم به آیواسیتی برمی گردم. در آیواسیتی است که من دوباره به درون گوجه فرنگی پناه خواهم برد. به درون هندوانه ها و خیارها. با گوجه فرنگی ها حرف خواهم زد. با هندوانه های در بسته و تخم های زندانی سیاهشان.
باید دوباره از تخم های آرام و بی تکبر بپرسم که چگونه می توانم در سکوت و سکون یک زندان به زندگی ام ادامه بدهم و باروری ام را پیوسته شکوفا نگه بدارم؟ تخم های صبور و گوشه گیر، می دانم که اگر از شما خالصانه بپرسم که چگونه می توانم در سکوت و سکون یک زندان به زندگی ام ادامه بدهم و باروری ام را پیوسته شکوفا نگه بدارم، شعار نخواهید داد و برایم درس اخلاق را تکرار نخواهید کرد. اما اگر بین شما یکی دو تا تخم رشد نکرده و کم تجربه هست که دوست دارد شعارهای اخلاقی و رهبرمنشانه بدهد، باید راست و پوست کنده به شما بگویم که آن دو تخم را با سبعیت تمام زیر دندان های آسیایم له می کنم و قورت می دهم.
روزنگاری های دیاسپورا شماره 318
" دیدن یک صحنه نیم ساعته از قدرت ثروت و تحقیر هنرمند، ورژنی بیرحمانه بود از نمایشنامه “قوی تر” آگوست استریندبرگ، در زندگی هنرمندان مهاجرکه حالا به طور زنده اجرا می شد و تمام انرژی هستی بخش را در من خاموش می کرد."
Naomi Shihab Nye - 1952-
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
The Building Blocks of Personhood:
روزنگاری های دیاسپورا شماره 317 - جمعه ششم ماه جولای سال ۱۹۹۰- ساعت سه صبح – لس آنجلس
از ماشین که پیاده شدم ساعت شش و نیم بعد از ظهر بود. از دانشگاه یو سی ال ای تا خیابان وست وود پیاده راه رفتم. یکجوری می خواستم با زمان و با خودم تنها باشم. به ویترین مغازه ها نگاه کردم. به کتابفروشی ها. کتابی از مارگریت دوراس مرا به داخل کتابفروشی کشاند. کتاب Practicalities. مجموعه ای از گفت و گوهای دوراس با دوستش جروم بوژورJerome Beaujour، درباره دیدگاهها، افکار و حس های محرمانه ش درباره نویسنده بودن، فیلمساز بودن، مادر بودن و معشوق یک مرد بسیار جوان و همجنسگرا بودن.
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The sequoia tree slab is an invitation to begin thinking about a vast timescale that includes everything from fossils of armored amoebas to the great Tyrannosaurus rex.
Ray Bradbury on Writing, Emotion vs. Intelligence, and the Core of Creativity
"On the formative influence of fairy tales and Greek myths
My aunt and my mother read to me when I was three from all the old Grimm fairy tales, Andersen fairy tales, and then all the Oz books as I was growing up… So by the time when I was ten or eleven, I was just full to the brim with these, and the Greek myths, and the Roman myths. And then, of course, I went to Sunday school, and then you take in the Christian myths, which are all fascinating in their own way… I guess I always tended to be a visual person, and myths are very visual, and I began to draw, and then I felt the urge to carry on these myths.
If I’m anything at all, I’m not really a science-fiction writer — I’m a writer of fairy tales and modern myths about technology."
The Many Lives of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”
In the late 1970s, Leonard Cohen sat down to write a song about god, sex, love, and other mysteries of human existence that bring us to our knees for one reason or another. The legendary singer-songwriter, who was in his early forties at the time, knew how to write a hit: He had penned "Suzanne," "Bird on the Wire," "Lover, Lover, Lover," and dozens of other songs for both himself and other popular artists of the time. But from the very beginning, there was something different about what would become "Hallelujah"—a song that took five years and an estimated 80 drafts for Cohen to complete.
In Samuel Beckett’s novel, The Unnamable, the anonymous narrator laments, “I’m all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for their setting, no sky for their dispersing.”
روزنگاری های دیاسپورا Memories in Diaspora # 316
“این خانه یک شعر است”
زن وارد خانه که شد، گفت: “خانه تمیز است. دیوارهایش سفید و لخت و عورند.
بدون خرت و پرت هایی که به منظور خودنمایی بر چند میخ مخرب و ویرانگر
آویزان شده باشند. لختی این دیوار از عریانی مجسمه بوسه رودن زیباتر است.
مثل اینکه این خانه باید اسمی داشته باشد شاید هم عنوانی مثل: “این خانه یک
شعر است”… چون مثل یک شعر خالص است.
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you—Nobody—Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise—you know!
How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
Emily Dickinson
I watched this touching short video from the perspective of a teenage girl.
By: Leonard Cohen
In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life
In my secret life
I saw you this morning
You were moving so fast
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
Well on the past
And I miss you so much
There’s no one in sight
And we’re still making love
In my secret life
In my secret life
I smile when I’m angry
I cheat and I lie
I do what I have to do
To get by
But I know what is wrong
And I know what is right
And I’d die for the truth
In my secret life
In my secret life
WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES
by Mary Oliver
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
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-۴ ماه جولای سال ۱۹۹۰- لس آنجلس
The Martin E. Segal Theatre Center presents SEGAL TALKS: Anne Bogart livestreaming on the global, commons-based, peer produced HowlRound TV network at howlround.tv on Wednesday 27 May 2020 at 9 a.m.
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