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.”
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“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
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