POETRY

نوروزتان خجسته

از نظرات و عقاید همگی سپاسگزارم. آرزوی آزادی ایران و همبستگی ایرانیان را دارم. سال نو مبارک.

لاله جان

عشق به وطن هیچ عیب نیست - ایران درست، یعنی ایران قوی ... ایرانی که ما می خواهیم، از روی 'تئوری' درست نمی شود. هیچ از خودت شرم نداشته باش برای احساسات و افکاری که راجع به ایران داری - همانطور که در فارسی ما می گوییم، 'ایده الیزم' بی جا برای فاطی تنبون نمیشه ... موفق باشی!

betterment of a country

...comes first and foremost from betterment of the individual, one with openness to new ideas (that's NEW ideas!), devoid of racism and prejudices of the past.

we make our own utopia, and apparently yours resides back in the past, in a particular era, at a particular time, a particular religious beliefs, a particular culture, history, mythology (your precious rostam).

here's to the day when the majority of us are looking FORWARD, and not backwards (and preserve our humanity while doing it!)

Selling a Utopia?

Not at all. I have made a conscious choice to devote my life to the betterment of my homeland. Perhaps I am a dreamer, but my dream is by no means rooted in fantasy. Please watch Seven Faces of Civilization to understand the glory and grace of ancient Persia.

we've nothing if not humanity.

but let it be understood, you choose to lose your humanity for the glory of a dreamt-up utopia, one that never really existed, nor can ever exist. you preach the same glorified gospel every preacher preaches--buy my brand of utopia!--when they've got nothing else to sell but false hope.

be not so ready to surrender your larger humanity... one that spans borders, peoples, beliefs, times. it is never justifiable! (or rational)

(pardon me for injecting a little of my beliefs here, for preaching -- but i 'preach' to a person, not to a crowd -- and there is a difference in that.) (guess we all got something to sell!)

....

This melody comes
From heart,
Strutting like
A proud horse,
Or a truthful wave
Blasting shorlines,
Or teardrops
Rolling down in blood,
But comes from the
Glorious mountain of heart.

A Question of Humanity

Anonymously asked, “Does pure, simple "humanity" mean anything to you? One devoid of a particular culture, history, or god?”

With humility, I thank you for your candid question and comment. I too struggle with the choices that I make, the topics I write about, and the battles that I pick.

In our lifetime, the essence of our humanity, our common bond as the citizens of a global community, is overshadowed by a homeland that cries for freedom, a nation that is bleeding in the clutches of oppression. Not surprisingly, I answer to a higher calling, one that is reverberated across an ocean everyday, a wretched cry that tears my humanity apart. Does humanity devoid of a particular culture, history, or God mean anything to me? No, it doesn’t.

Perhaps in another life, another time, another world… Perhaps by another me!

Nice poem

It's got too much agenda in it, but it sounds good.

nice poem

it would stand even stronger without the fascist racism inherent in it. does pure, simple "humanity" mean anything to you? one devoid of a particular culture, history, or god? i'm sure i'm talking to a wall... but would, oh so, want to be proven wrong!

respecting your art & opinion, as narrow, focused, oblique and different as it may be than mine.

لاله جان

بسیار قشنگ - انشالله ما همه برگردیم یک روز به 'ايـــران بــزرگ' ... افرین!