Saturday, July 17, 2021

Fyodor Dostoyevsky on Lies and Suffering

“A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies, becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and in him, he yields to his impulses, indulges in the lowest form of pleasure, and behaves in the end like an animal in satisfying his vices. And it all comes from lying — to others and to yourself.”

The Brothers Karamozov

 “Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment


Parents Who Never Stopped Searching Reunite With Son Abducted 24 Years Ago

Parents Who Never Stopped Searching Reunite With Son Abducted 24 Years Ago

The Art of “Creative Sleep”

 The Art of “Creative Sleep”: Stephen King on Writing and Wakeful Dreaming

“In both writing and sleeping, we learn to be physically still at the same time we are encouraging our minds to unlock from the humdrum rational thinking of our daytime lives.”

Thursday, July 1, 2021

Black Iranians

 Six Black and Afro-Iranians based in Canada, Germany, France and the United States launched the Collective for Black Iranians in August 2020 out of the necessity to be seen, to be heard and to be understood. 

 Collective for Black Iranians

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Catalpa tree; with White Fragrant Flowers

 Catalpa tree; with heart-shaped leaves, large clusters of fragrant, white flowers...

Colorado Springs Utilities Xeriscaping - Western Catalpa

Wednesday, June 9, 2021

Memories and Insights: Iran Through the Eyes of Peace Corps Volunteers

 Memories and Insights: Iran Through the Eyes of Peace Corps Volunteers

Edited by: John Krauskopf


  Iran - Stories From the Peace Corps

Craft in the Real World by Matthew Salesses

 Craft in the Real World by Matthew Salesses


 “An insightful guide for readers, writers, and instructors from all walks of life,” this manifesto and practical guide challenges current models of craft and the writing workshop by showing how they fail marginalized writers, and how cultural expectations inform storytelling (Kirkus Reviews).

Sunday, June 6, 2021

Silence is an ocean...

  “Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don’t walk into the river. Listen to the ocean.”  ― Rumi

Imposter syndrome and how can you combat it?

 What is imposter syndrome and how can you combat it? - Elizabeth Cox

Friday, May 28, 2021

Staying Alive: Mary Oliver on How Books Saved Her and Why Passion for Work Is the Antidote to Sorrow

 Staying Alive: Mary Oliver on How Books Saved Her and Why Passion for Work Is the Antidote to Sorrow

 “The world’s otherness is antidote to confusion [and] standing within this otherness — the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books — can re-dignify the worst-stung heart.”

Saturday, May 22, 2021

"The Backlash Blues"

 "The Backlash Blues"

 By: Langston Hughes

Mister rich man, rich man,

Open up your heart and mind.

Mister rich man, rich man,

Open up your heart and mind.

Give the poor man a chance,

Help stop these hard, hard times.

Read more here....

Toni Morrison: The Pieces I Am

Toni Morrison was an American novelist from Ohio. In 1998 she earned the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for her work Beloved (1987), and in 1993 became the first Black woman to win the Nobel Prize in Literature.[3] She died on 5 August 2019, when the HuffPost, wrote that the "world lost one of its most important voices"

Sunday, May 16, 2021

On Friendship

′′Let go the people who are not prepared to love you. This is the hardest thing you will have to do in your life and it will also be the most important thing. Stop having hard conversations with people who don't want change.
Stop showing up for people who have no interest in your presence. I know your instinct is to do everything to earn the appreciation of those around you, but it's a boost that steals your time, energy, mental and physical health.
When you begin to fight for a life with joy, interest and commitment, not everyone will be ready to follow you in this place. This doesn't mean you need to change what you are, it means you should let go of the people who aren't ready to accompany you.
If you are excluded, insulted, forgotten or ignored by the people you give your time to, you don't do yourself a favor by continuing to offer your energy and your life. The truth is that you are not for everyone and not everyone is for you.
That's what makes it so special when you meet people who reciprocate love. You will know how precious you are.
The more time you spend trying to make yourself loved by someone who is unable to, the more time you waste depriving yourself of the possibility of this connection to someone else.
There are billions of people on this planet and many of them will meet with you at your level of interest and commitment.
The more you stay involved with people who use you as a pillow, a background option or a therapist for emotional healing, the longer you stay away from the community you want.
Maybe if you stop showing up, you won't be wanted. Maybe if you stop trying, the relationship will end. Maybe if you stop texting your phone will stay dark for weeks. That doesn't mean you ruined the relationship, it means the only thing holding it back was the energy that only you gave to keep it. This is not love, it's attachment. It's wanting to give a chance to those who don't deserve it. You deserve so much, there are people who should not be in your life.
The most valuable thing you have in your life is your time and energy, and both are limited. When you give your time and energy, it will define your existence.
When you realize this, you begin to understand why you are so anxious when you spend time with people, in activities, places or situations that don't suit you and shouldn't be around you, your energy is stolen.
You will begin to realize that the most important thing you can do for yourself and for everyone around you is to protect your energy more fiercely than anything else. Make your life a safe haven, in which only ′′compatible′′ people are allowed.
You are not responsible for saving anyone. You are not responsible for convincing them to improve. It's not your work to exist for people and give your life to them! If you feel bad, if you feel compelled, you will be the root of all your problems, fearing that they will not return the favours you have granted. It's your only obligation to realize that you are the love of your destiny and accept the love you deserve.
Decide that you deserve true friendship, commitment, true and complete love with healthy and prosperous people. Then wait and see how much everything begins to change. Don't waste time with people who are not worth it. Change will give you the love, the esteem, happiness and the protection you deserve.


Friday, May 7, 2021

The Wrong Way to Teach Grammar

 The Wrong Way to Teach Grammar

No more diagramming sentences: Students learn more from simply writing and reading.

A century of research shows that traditional grammar lessons—those hours spent diagramming sentences and memorizing parts of speech—don’t help and may even hinder students’ efforts to become better writers. Yes, they need to learn grammar, but the old-fashioned way does not work.

This finding—confirmed in 1984, 2007, and 2012 through reviews of over 250 studies—is consistent among students of all ages, from elementary school through college. For example, one well-regarded study followed three groups of students from 9th to 11th grade where one group had traditional rule-bound lessons, a second received an alternative approach to grammar instruction, and a third received no grammar lessons at all, just more literature and creative writing. The result: No significant differences among the three groups—except that both grammar groups emerged with a strong antipathy to English. 

Read more here...


Friday, April 23, 2021

Memories in Diaspora # 338

روزنگاری‌های دیاسپورا

 اگر می خواهم قهوه ام را با لذت مزمزه کنم، باید به عشق فکر بکنم. و حس کنم که در کافه ای تابستانی نشسته ام در اسپانیا یا یکی از کشورهای آمریکای لاتین… یا ایتالیا… یا جنوب فرانسه یا یونان… یا جزایری دور دست که هنوز روی زمین نروییده است و فقط در رویا می تواند متصور بشود! در چنین کافه ای که هنوز بدنیا نیامده است، نباید تنها باشم. باید مردی را دوست بدارم و نگاه عاشقانه اش را حس کنم. به چشم هایش نگاه کنم نرم و آرام. و در هوایی نوازشگر، لمس انگشتانش در وجودم شعله ای را بگیراند. با مردی که عشق را می شناسد یا می خواهد که بشناسد. و مرا می شناسد و من می شناسمش بدون آنکه با او در مورد عشق حرفی زده باشم. حتا اگر عشق فقط در رویا خلق شود یا چند لحظه ناپایدار باشد.

Wednesday, April 7, 2021

'We found a baby on the subway - now he's our son'

'We found a baby on the subway - now he's our son' 

" It was around eight o'clock on 28 August 2000, just past the frenzy of the New York rush hour when a subway train rattled down the track into 14th Street station, in the Chelsea district of Manhattan. Danny Stewart, 34, was late for dinner with his partner, Pete Mercurio, 32." 

"The baby squeezed my finger with his entire hand so hard," says Pete. "He was just staring up at me and I was just looking at him, and it was almost like he found a pressure point in my finger that just opened up my heart to my head and showed me in that moment that I could be one of his parents, one of his dads."

Memories in Diaspora: The mushroom and Lady Macbeth's hands

 Memories in Diaspora: The mushroom and Lady Macbeth's hands

 “قارچ و دست های لیدی مکبث”

در سرزمین قارچ های رنگارنگ و گوناگون، من هم قارچی هستم با رنگ یگانه خودم.

Sunday, April 4, 2021

A Guide to Critiquing a Story

 A Guide to Critiquing a Story: Seven Vital Elements Every Story Must Have 

How to Give Feedback on Fiction: A Guide for Readers

Tips for an Effective Creative Writing Critique

Giving the right kind of critique takes some effort and thoughtfulness. If you're taking the time to give someone feedback on their creative writing, either in a class, a writing group, or one-on-one, you want to give feedback that will help that writer develop their strengths. And in doing so, you'll be developing both your critical thinking skills and your skills as a writer, too. 

Abstract Thinking Exercises

Abstract Thinking Exercises 

Abstract thinking has to do with seeing the context and bigger picture surrounding an event or idea. Abstract thinkers can reflect on events and ideas and think beyond just the “here and now”.

What Is Flash Fiction?

 What Is Flash Fiction?

Flash fiction is a great way to hone your writing skills. Because it’s so short, it’s incredibly challenging to create an engaging, satisfying story arc within flash fiction.

Many writers struggle with using too many adjectives or cluttering up their writing with unnecessary repetition. Flash fiction teaches you to make each and every word count.


Saturday, March 27, 2021

“یادگیری زبان مثل هماغوشی با یک عاشق است”

 “یادگیری زبان مثل هماغوشی با یک عاشق است”

همراه با پانزده سالگی‌ام (۳-۵)

 دیدار پنجم: کنار چرخ و فلک در پاریس

 از مجموعه: همراه با پانزده سالگی‌ام


صدای ریزش آب آمد. قطره قطره. مثل باران. بعد مثل آبشار.

و خواب پانزده سالگی ام بیادم آمد.

“در خانه بزرگی بودم پر از درخت نارنج و حوض آبی زلال با کاشی های سفید. مردی که بلوز و شلوار پلنگی چریکی به تن داشت، شلوار خاک آلودش را تکاند. با کنجکاوی نگاهش کردم. بی اعتنا بود. با چشم هایی به رنگ سبز فندقی و موهایی بلوطی. می دانستم فرانسوی است.

سر وصورتش خاک آلود بود. و غرق در فکر. نمی دانستم به چه چیز فکر می کرد. و همین کنجکاوم کرده بود. لبخند زدم. و لبخند من او را کنجکاو کرد. و من اولین آذرخش را توی چشمهایش دیدم. خوشحال بودم که آن حس را پنهان نکرده بود. در این حس پنهان نشده حس کردم چقدر آزادم و چقدر بی هراسم. حس کردم که در فرهنگ این مرد، پنهان کردن احساسات جایی ندارد. و همین مرا به طرف او می کشاند.

بقیه در اینجا....

At age 80, Sylvia Byrne Pollack of Seattle will publish her first book of poetry

 At age 80, Sylvia Byrne Pollack of Seattle will publish her first book of poetry

“Part of the magic of poetry is that, when you write the words, you’re a writer,” Pollack continues. “And once you put them down, they’re not really yours anymore. The reader has to do the other half of the work.”

 Pollack says that’s part of why she’s so enamored by poetry.

“I suppose this is true with poetry particularly, because it’s much more compressed. You need to spend time with it and let the words soak in. I think many poets have had the experience of writing something, and only later do you realize that it has layers you didn’t even recognize. So that’s one of the things I love about poetry, is that it’s so multilayered.”

Thursday, March 25, 2021

Beautiful Old Age

Beautiful Old Age


It ought to be lovely to be old

to be full of the peace that comes of experience

and wrinkled ripe fulfilment.


The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life

lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies

they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins

in their old age.


Soothing, old people should be, like apples

when one is tired of love.

Fragrant like yellowing leaves, and dim with the soft

stillness and satisfaction of autumn.


And a girl should say:

It must be wonderful to live and grow old.

Look at my mother, how rich and still she is! -


And a young man should think: By Jove

my father has faced all weathers, but it's been a life!


David Herbert Lawrence



By D H Lawrence
The proper way to eat a fig, in society,
Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,
And open it, so that it is a glittering, rosy, moist, honied, heavy-petalled four-petalled flower.

Then you throw away the skin
Which is just like a four-sepalled calyx,
After you have taken off the blossom with your lips.

But the vulgar way
Is just to put your mouth to the crack, and take out the flesh in one bite.

Every fruit has its secret.

The fig is a very secretive fruit.
As you see it standing growing, you feel at once it is symbolic:
And it seems male.
But when you come to know it better, you agree with the Romans, it is female.

The Italians vulgarly say, it stands for the female part; the fig-fruit:
The fissure, the yoni,
The wonderful moist conductivity towards the centre.

The flowering all inward and womb-fibrilled;
And but one orifice.

The fig, the horse-shoe, the squash-blossom.

There was a flower that flowered inward, womb-ward;
Now there is a fruit like a ripe womb.

It was always a secret.
That’s how it should be, the female should always be secret.
Read the rest of it here...  
Picture from the GuardianMeaty, jammy and very Instagrammable: why figs are having a moment | Food |  The Guardian

The Atlanta Shootings Made Me Stop Gaslighting Myself

The Atlanta Shootings Made Me Stop Gaslighting Myself

 My unarticulated suspicions about Asian women being objectified, dehumanized targets have been confirmed.

"After 14 years in the US, I have learned to be vigilantly hyperaware of my skin. Racism most of the time rubs more like a rash than a gash. Sometimes it’s hard not to feel like I’m whining. I am, after all, ensconced in my own kind of privileged position. I can be read at the outset as a kind of bougie cosmopolitan academic—from Singapore, just exotic enough." 

Saturday, March 20, 2021

Elizabeth, A Short Story

 My short story "Elizabeth" published in The Bombay Review. Iranian Edition. 

The Iranian Edition (Vol I & II) | Foreword by Dr. Nilofar Shidmehr | Issues 39, 40 (2021)

Dr. Nilofar Shidmehr
Chief Editor and Curator, 
The Bombay Review’s Iranian Edition (Vol I & II)

May be an image of book and text

Thursday, March 18, 2021

Why This Wave of Anti-Asian Racism Feels Different

 Why This Wave of Anti-Asian Racism Feels Different

 The author Cathy Park Hong sees the recent upsurge in violence as a turning point for Asian Americans.

“The indignity of being Asian in this country has been underreported,” the poet and essayist Cathy Park Hong writes in Minor Feelings: An Asian American Reckoning.

25 Legendary Literary Feuds, Ranked

1:  Norman Mailer vs. Gore Vidal

One of the true legends: the time Norman Mailer head-butted Gore Vidal backstage before appearing with him on the December 15th, 1971 episode of the Dick Cavett show (alongside journalist Jane Flanner). There’s no footage of the head-butt, but happily there is footage of the ensuing squabble, which you can watch here. As Dick Cavett himself described it: 


Read more here...


Wednesday, March 10, 2021

I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone

I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone

- 1875-1926

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.

Monday, March 1, 2021

How to Live: Lessons from Montaigne

How to Live: Lessons from Montaigne

 Don’t worry about death, pay attention, read a lot, give up control, embrace imperfection.


Sunday, February 28, 2021

A Scientist’s Advice on Healing:

A Scientist’s Advice on Healing: A Soulful Animated Poem About Getting to the Other Side of Heartbreak 

by Christy Ducker

Try to accept
this fat red hurt
is your starting point,
in the way a pen must be put to paper
     in one particular spot,

then move


Read more....

The Unusual Language That Linguists Thought Couldn’t Exist

 The Unusual Language That Linguists Thought Couldn’t Exist

Memories in Diaspora # 344

Memories in Diaspora # 344

برای من دردناک بود که کودکی حتا برای تصور کشتن، جایزه بگیرد!

Friday, February 26, 2021

A Woman's Body

 A Woman's Body

هُرم هوای داغ و دَم کرده، در یک شب تابستان، مردی چینی به نام "ینگ"* را که در رختخوابش دراز کشیده بود، از خواب پراند. "ینگ" در حالی که روی شکم خوابیده بود و سرش را در دست هایش پنهان کرده بود و اوهام وحشی و رویاهای دور و دراز هوس انگیز فرو رفته بود، متوجه یک "کک" شد که به آرامی می چرید و از کناره ی لبه ی تختخواب بالا می رفت.
 Archivo:Desnudo de mujer - Joaquín Sorolla - 1902.jpg

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Old Black Joe

A very touching song....

Old Black Joe

Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away
Gone from the earth to a better land I know
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."
I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."
Why do I weep, when my heart should feel no pain
Why do I sigh that my friends come not again?
Grieving for forms now departed long ago
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."
Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
The children so dear that I held upon my knee?
Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."

Visiting My Fifteen Year Old Self (5-2)

  دیدار با پانزده سالگی ام بخش دوم از قسمت دیدار پنجم


گویی خودم هم، خودم را در لابیرنت پیچ در پیچ زمان و مکان گم کرده ام.

می گویم: میدانی، زندگی گاه همین گونه است. آدم بالاخره راهش را در پیچاپیچی و گمشدگی پیدا می کند.

می دانم هنوز گیج است و بی پاسخ. آدم باید خودش گاه پاسخ پرسش هایش را پیدا کند. وقتی که آدم در یک لحظه، در چند زمان متفاوت و متوالی زندگی می کند، نمی تواند به آن چند زمان و چند مکان یک کلیت شفاف بدهد.


Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Remembering Octavia Butler: Black Sci-Fi Writer

 Remembering Octavia Butler: Black Sci-Fi Writer, Shares Cautionary Tales in Unearthed 2005 Interview 

adrienne maree brown: Octavia Butler’s Visions of the Future Have Transformed Generation of Readers

Sunday, February 21, 2021

The Individual Person at the Center: An Interview with Julia Kristeva

 The Individual Person at the Center: An Interview with Julia Kristeva

 Revolt, She Said

Julia Kristeva extends the definition of revolt beyond politics per se.

May '68 in France expressed a fundamental version of freedom: not freedom to succeed, but freedom to revolt. Political revolutions ultimately betray revolt because they cease to question themselves. Revolt, as I understand it—psychic revolt, analytic revolt, artistic revolt—refers to a permanent state of questioning, of transformations, an endless probing of appearances. In this book, Julia Kristeva extends the definition of revolt beyond politics per se. Kristeva sees revolt as a state of permanent questioning and transformation, of change that characterizes psychic life and, in the best cases, art. For her, revolt is not simply about rejection and destruction—it is a necessary process of renewal and regeneration.

Read more on her:

 Black Sun

 New Maladies of the Soul (1993)

The Day Dostoyevsky Discovered the Meaning of Life in a Dream

 The Day Dostoyevsky Discovered the Meaning of Life in a Dream.

 “And it is so simple… You will instantly find how to live.”

Monday, February 15, 2021

Memories in Diaspora # 333


” تنسی ویلیامز، کولین، و گلدانی برای گلهای مصنوعی”


“مریم” تنسی ویلیامز را خیلی دوست داشت. هم نمایشنامه هایش را و هم خودش را.

نشسته بود در کمال آرامش روی یک مبل زرد رنگ تا فیلم *”شب ایگوانا” را ببیند. در تنهایی یک تابستان که ناگهان هوا نرم شده بود از خشونت گرما و شرجی، در یک شهر کوچک و راکد و خالی. “شب ایگوانا” می توانست او را از هیچگونگی زمان و مکان جدا کند. او را ببرد به شهری درمکزیک، ایتالیا، یونان یا هر شهر دیگری که با این شهر کوچک فرق داشته باشد. و به او این امکان را بدهد که تقسیم بشود به چند آدم کاملن متفاوت و زندگی آن ها را مثل آن ها اما از دیدگاه خودش زندگی بکند. در این دگردیسی دو ساعته، او می توانست به راحتی اوا گاردنر بشود یا مکسین فالک، بشود سو لایون یا شارلوت گودال، حتا ریچارد برتون یا لارنس شانون، کشیش الکلی…. حتا بشود ایگوانا، آن سوسمار کوچک درختی که به سرعت رنگ عوض می کند. سبز می شود و آبی و نارنجی….

سه چهار سال می شد که “مریم” از جایش کنده شده بود. لیزه کن شده بود. انداخته شده بود توی یک سوراخ مورچه. سوراخی که در آن هیچ مورچه ای هم نبود. فقط یک سوراخ خالی بود. یک حفره با یک تلویزیون رنگی.

اتوبوس قراضه با تکان و شکان از سربالایی بالا می رفت که “کولین” در خانه را کوبید.


  # 333- روزنگاری‌های دیاسپورا

Visiting My Fifteen Year Old Self # 5

 همراه با پانزده سالگی‌ام


بخش پنجم از مجموعه:  همراه با پانزده سالگی‌ام


مریم، پانزده سالگی من؛

دل گرفتگی امروزم را تنها با حرف زدن با تو می توانم تسکین بدهم. هرچند اگر مرا نشناسی. اما من تو را می شناسم.

می دانی، پرم امروز. پر.

حرف زدن با خود یکجور دل گشایی است، وقتی که آدم حس می کند به هیچکس نمی تواند اعتماد کند جز خودش. خودش که مادر خودش می شود. و امروز حس می کنم که تو همچون یک مادر مرا در پناه خودت گرفته ای. یک مادر پانزده ساله برای دختر شصت ساله اش. برای گریز از پریشان دلی و پریشان اندیشی است که می خواهم با تو حرف بزنم. یک حرف زدن یک طرفه. واگویی. پر گویی…. شاید.

می دانم ممکن است که پریشان گویی کنم. نمی دانم.

“اعتماد” واژه پیچیده ای است با تمام نسبی بودنش. نسبی دیدنش. نمی دانم که اگر در باره هر چیزی مطلق گرایی کنم، به یک آدم خودکامه تبدیل نمی شوم؟ نمی دانم.

می دانم که در سفر کردن است که آرامش به سراغم می آید و می توانم دل آسایی کنم. به ویژه امروز که هوا سنگین و ابری است. و درخت کاج با برگ های سبز سوزنی اش، مثل مجسمه ایستاده است پشت پنجره ام. من درخت های کاج را چندان دوست نداشته ام. بیچاره درخت های همیشه سبز کاج با بوی عطر خوب زمستانی شان! اما این درخت کاج، که مثل همین درخت مصنوعی کریسمس توی اتاق نشیمن سبز است، انگار دانه ای را توی دلم سبز می کند. این دانه انگار یک دانه تاریخی است که در دی ان ای من کاشته شده بوده است و هر بار که دلم می گیرد، خود به خود می روید. توی دلم. دانه صدا دارد و انگار حرف هم می زند و می گوید: “من کودک الهه – خدای میترا هستم. و بخاطر همین الهه – خدا ، من خورشید را ستایش می کنم. باور کن این ستایشگری اصلن دست خودم نیست و نبوده است. شاید در این دو روز که هوا ابری و سنگین بوده است، من به طرف این درخت کاج کشیده شده ام و بخاطر همین درخت کاج ایستاده ام پشت پنجره تا رویش آرامش را در دلم حس کنم. نمی دانم!


Saturday, February 13, 2021

My Doctor Told Me My Pain Was All in My Head. It Ended Up Saving Me.

Interesting read for Corona time:

My Doctor Told Me My Pain Was All in My Head. It Ended Up Saving Me.

After a decade of mysterious running injuries and countless specialist visits, I found a treatment centered on neuroscience.

Thursday, February 11, 2021

Where the Green Ants Dream

"The film is set in the Australian desert and is about a land feud between a mining company called Ayers (based on Nabalco) and the native Aborigines. The Aborigines claim that an area the mining company wishes to work on is the place where green ants dream, and that disturbing them will destroy humanity."

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"Where the Green Ants Dream (German: Wo die grünen Ameisen träumen) is a 1984 film directed by Werner Herzog. Based partly on the Milirrpum v Nabalco Pty Ltd case and making use of professional actors as well as Aboriginal activists who were involved in the case, it was a mix of facts and fiction. The ant mythology was claimed as Herzog's own, but some natives did consider the green ant as the totem animal that created the world and humans. Wandjuk Marika noted that the ant dreaming belief existed in a clan that lived near Oenpelli in the Northern Territory." 


Brain’s ‘Background Noise’ May Hold Clues to Persistent Mysteries

 Brain’s ‘Background Noise’ May Hold Clues to Persistent Mysteries

By digging out signals hidden within the brain’s electrical chatter, scientists are getting new insights into sleep, aging and more.

Sunday, February 7, 2021

Family Romance, LLC

Family Romance, LLC is a 2019 American drama film directed by Werner Herzog.

This film is fascinating exploration of human loneliness, solitary and connection in today's disconnected life.

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A Lifetime of Lessons in “Mrs. Dalloway”

A Lifetime of Lessons in “Mrs. Dalloway”

"The first time I read Virginia Woolf, it was for extraliterary reasons. I knew she had gone mad. I wanted to know how, exactly. Some dark wing was crossing over me that fall. The middle register of experience had abruptly fallen away. I didn’t need to sleep anymore, it seemed. My brain buzzed and whirred in terrifying ways. Everything seemed connected to everything else, but in ways I didn’t dare try to explain. I was seventeen, I think, eighteen maybe. I worked an early shift at a bakery, and I’d ride there on my bike before dawn, the whoosh of the darkness soft and creaturely around me. Why are you crying for no reason? I’d think, brushing my hands across my face."

Friday, February 5, 2021

How Aging Shapes Narrative Identity

 How Aging Shapes Narrative Identity

What is narrative identity?

It’s a story you’ve got about how you came to be, who you are, and where your life’s going. That’s not your whole identity—there are a lot of other things that are part of your identity—but it’s a really important part, and it’s a neglected part. Narrative identity is just as much about how you imagine the future, even though it hasn’t happened yet, as it is about how you reconstruct the past. If I’m planning to be president of the United States, and I’m currently laboring in academia, well you’re going to have to develop a way to connect up your past with your goals for the future.


Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Visiting my Fifteen year Old Self (4)


چهارمین بازدید:

از مجموعه: همراه با پانزده سالگی‌ام


از صبح که بیدار شده ام، چشم های سبز “چکامه چکک” را چکنیده می بینم روی برگ های سوزنی درخت کاج حیاط ، که از پشت توده های متراکم برف سفید به من نگاه می کنند. و لبخندش را هم می بینم با لب های سرخ. و قد کوتاه وخپل، پستان های درشت و موهای طلائی. به خاطر چشم های سبز، پوست سفید و موهای طلائی اش بود که در سیزده سالگی ازدواج کرد.


Friday, January 29, 2021

Memories in Diaspora # 330

 Memories in Diaspora # 330

"در نامه ام برای جی- ای نوشته بودم که چقدر خودم را با جنبش ساهان آمریکایی هم هویت احساس می کنم وچقدر در سفر نلسون ماندلا به نیویورک، از منظرگاه سیاسی و عاطفی خودم را با او و همه سیاهان دنیا به ویژه سیاهان هارلم نزدیک می دانستم. برایش نوشتم که زلزله شمال ایران مرا بسیار در هم شکسته بود و چقدر این در هم شکستگی به نوعی شبیه است شاید به حس های همیشگی او به عنوان یک نمایشنامه نویس سیاهپوست که در هارلم زندگی می کند. برایش از اجرای نمایشنامه ام در بوفالوی نیویورک نوشتم و سفرم به آنجا در ماه اکتبر و سفر کنونی ام به لس آنجلس."

Thursday, January 28, 2021

Memories in Diaspora # 335

 Memories in Diaspora # 335

خاطرات دیاسپورا

صبح، با تصور لولیدن کرم هایی زیر پوستم، چشم هایم را از هم باز کردم. و ناگهان”ایوب” به سراغم آمد.

امروز، همه چیز با اسطوره “ایوب” شروع شد. روز فرو رفتن بود در عمیق ترین لابیرنت های پر پیچ و تاب درونی به شیوه جریان سیال ذهن، یا تداعی معانی. به خود آگاه یا فرا خودآگاه یا ناخودآگاه خود. دیدن خود، دیدن یک روح مدرن درونی… با تصور لولیدن کرم هایی زیر پوست. توی بدن، لانه ای برای کرم های مکنده و لولاگر.

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Embracing Imperfection: On Writing in a Second Language

 Embracing Imperfection: On Writing in a Second Language

Kaori Fujimoto Recounts the Challenges of Finding Her Voice
in a Different Tongue

I took shelter in the unfamiliar because I was unhappy with the familiar. I was the type of child who was called “weird,” unable to fit into school and other societal settings.

Essential Writing Advice from Virginia Woolf

 Essential Writing Advice from Virginia Woolf

 "Who wouldn’t love to write like Virginia Woolf? (Well, some people, probably, but I’d wager not many of them are looking at this page.) Woolf was a once-in-a-generation mind, and as both a writer and publisher, she had strong opinions about what made a piece of literature great (or, more often, mediocre). Luckily for us, she wrote many of her ideas down, in some of the many essays and letters she penned over the course of her life. Below, I’ve collected a few of Woolf’s thoughts on craft and the art of the novel, as well as inspiring advice for aspiring writers and established writers alike. She is not quite as pithy as others when it comes to doling out advice—but I think her advice is all the better for it."

Essential Writing Advice from Virginia Woolf
  • To write a novel, begin with character: ...
  • Read as much as you can—and then write about somebody other than yourself: ...
  • Find common ground with the reader: ...
  • Learn to play with language, in search of truth and beauty: ...
  • Buck convention: ...
  • Use rhythm to make sense of the world: ...
  • Forget about methodology; do what works for you:


Sunday, January 17, 2021

Visiting my Fifteen year old self (3)


سومین بازدید: خواب های اروتیک

از مجموعه:  همراه با پانزده سالگی ام

از آدم های ترسو بدم می آید. ازشان چندشم می شود. از آن هایی که خودشان را پشت خود دیگرشان پنهان می کنند. به ویژه وقتی که می خواهند موذیانه از زندگی محرمانه ات سر در بیاورند. و یا از زبانت حرف بکشند بیرون. آنوقت است که یکجوری دیوانه می شوم و عریان گویی می کنم. ازحقیقت ها پرده برداری می کنم و بزرگنمایی شان می کنم.

Saturday, January 16, 2021

‘The Journey’

The Journey is a 2016 British-Irish drama film directed by Nick Hamm and written by Colin Bateman. The film is a fictional account of the true story of how political enemies Ian Paisley and Martin McGuinness formed an unlikely political alliance. It stars Timothy Spall as Paisley and Colm Meaney as McGuinness, with Freddie Highmore, John Hurt, Toby Stephens, and Ian Beattie in supporting roles. 

 ‘The Journey’ imagines the conversation that ended Northern Ireland’s Troubles

Thursday, January 14, 2021

A Shift in American Family Values Is Fueling Estrangement

 A Shift in American Family Values Is Fueling Estrangement

 "Both parents and adult children often fail to recognize how profoundly the rules of family life have changed over the past half century." 

"Dear Therapist: My Daughter Hasn’t Wanted a Relationship With Me for 25 Years"

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

Marcus Aurelius on How to Live Through Difficult Times

 Marcus Aurelius on How to Live Through Difficult Times

 “Accept everything which happens, even if it seem disagreeable, because it leads to this, the health of the universe.”

 Marcus Aurelius on How to Motivate Yourself to Get Out of Bed in the Morning and Go to Work

 “You don’t love yourself enough. Or you’d love your nature too, and what it demands of you.”


Monday, January 11, 2021

Along with My Fifteen year Old Self (2) In the Basement


دومین بازدید: در شبستان

از مجموعه: همراه با پانزده سالگی‌ام


با کنجکاوی به شبستان رفتم. هما نجا که آزمایشگاه پدر بزرگم با لوله های آزمایشگاهی کوتاه و بلند توی تاقچه هایش چیده شده بود. و چند دستگاه اندازه گیری و یک میکروسکوپ قدیمی. هما نجا که یک بشقاب تزیینی چینی با نقش یک مرغزار سر سبز که در پانزده سالگی ام جایزه گرفته بودم، توی صندوق سنگین چوبی، در ایوان روبروی آزمایشگاه، نگهداری شده بود. به هیچ روی بیادم نمی آمد که برای چه آن جایزه را دریافت کرده بودم. برای نقاشی؟ خوشنویسی؟ دکلمه؟ بازیگری؟

مهم نیست. بیادم نمی آید. اما به شبستان رفته بودم که پانزده سالگی ام را ببینم. برای گردشی در بو. در نگاه. در زبان. در اشیاء.


Thursday, January 7, 2021

The Idiot

The Idiot (白痴, Hakuchi) is a 1951 Japanese film directed by Akira Kurosawa. It is based on the 1869 novel The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky. The original 265-minute version of the film, faithful to the novel, has been lost for many years. A nearly three-hour release, reflecting a 100-minute studio imposed cut, survives as the most complete version of the film available for contemporary audiences. 

Ikiru (To Live)

 Ikiru (To Live)

" The old man knows he is dying of cancer. In a bar, he tells a stranger he has money to spend on a “really good time,” but doesn't know how to spend it.

The stranger takes him out on the town, to gambling parlors, dance halls and the red light district, and finally to a bar where the piano player calls for requests and the old man, still wearing his overcoat and hat, asks for "Life Is Short--Fall in Love, Dear Maiden."


 What Is Minimalism?

"Minimalism is a tool that can assist you in finding freedom. Freedom from fear. Freedom from worry. Freedom from overwhelm. Freedom from guilt. Freedom from depression. Freedom from the trappings of the consumer culture we’ve built our lives around. Real freedom."

Read more... 

A great film on living happier and freer:  LESS IS NOW


"The Minimalists examines the many flavors of minimalism by taking the audience inside the lives of minimalists from all walks of life. Directed by Matt D’Avella."

Memories in Diaspora # 332

332  خاطرات دیاسپورا شماره

انسانیت عالی

در خود انسانیتی عالی می یابم ،

وقتی که انسانیتی عالی را در انسان دیگری می بینم،

بی آنکه انتظارش را داشته باشم.

و آنگاه است که بی آنکه منتظر آرامش باشم،

ناگهان آرام می شوم.

دیروز نشسته بودم در کافه تریایی ساده،



داشتم سوپ می خوردم. سوپ کلم و پنیر،

بعد هم دسر؛ پودینگ شیر برنج.

بقیه را در اینجا بخوانید.