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LIFE
If no good came out of this fire, at least my belief in human compassion has been revived
The phone in our quiet house comes back to life as friends and relatives call from all over the planet to make sure we’re safe. I picture them going through their drawers to find my number, a few still unsure of how to spell the name. However, the reports of the recent fire, especially the maps shown on TV, put us at right the center of this inferno. Callers are mostly worried, but a few sound so overwhelmed that I feel as if I have let them down by not having burned already. Assured that our neighborhood is in no imminent danger, it’s my duty to extend a helping hand
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FESTIVAL
Preparing for November 14-17 event
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Lalé Shahparaki Welsh >>>
FESTIVAL
November 14-17; Interview with writer/creator Niloufar Talebi
Two nights of film screenings, three nights of theatre, food, dance parties, one black tie Gala (hosted by philanthropist Bita Daryabari, Mayor Gavin Newsom, and Ross Mirakrimi just to name a few) a book store, and a morning of panel discussions and keynotes about Iranian Literature. The timing, the genre, and even venue signify an edgy twist in the sensibilities of the (add) Iranian diaspora, hungry for the sort of cultural upgrade that is way overdue. ILAF offers just that, and it is refreshingly different from the same old style of the “tried and true”.
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The cartoons and films that touched a generation in Iran!
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IRAN
Damavand, Kashan & Esfahan
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behrang barzin >>>
With all the US-led misadventure and bullying, what is Iran to do? I think developing the nuclear bomb is the only answer if you are interested in long lasting peace.
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POETRY
It was hot in the desert
a heat as sharp as the steel
of my financial defeat.
In the deep end of the bar
with sweats of alcohol
sticking my back to the seat.
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POETRY
می توان غمگین بود
بی آنکه گلی پژمرده شود
همیشه این تو هستی که
چیزی درون تو می جوشد
و حتی همبستر تو آهی نمی کشد
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POETRY
I can hear the splash of bliss
Beneath the wooden paddle of my dream
The dark night of my memories
In search of good old laughs
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POETRY
(The next is quite depressing, but then, so is the international situation)
As this year ends, as end it must,
As we must someday end in dust,
Salute the brave hours we have known
And not the cowardice we've shown
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My Swiss friends invited me to go with them to Mount Baldy, which is about a hundred miles east of LA.
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POETRY
بعضی روزا وقتیکه دلم تنگ میشه
زندگی یه جور رکودِ، نعمت حساب نمیشه
عجیبه، ولی وجودم هم یه جورایی غریبه میشه
تمام دنیام مثل یک شبِ تاریک بی ماه و ستاره میشه
فاصله های یک وجبی بیشتر از چندین و چند سال نوری میشه
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