Radif Ensemble performs Persian traditional music at Queen Elizabeth Hall. Amazing Daf solo by Ali Nourbakhsh.
On Friday night my friend and I participated in a political fundraiser for the re-election of Ross Mirkarimi to the San Francisco Board of Supervisors. He is a second generation Iranian who has been extremely active in the Iranian community in the San Francisco Bay Area, fostering promotion of Iranian culture, arts, and social issues in these parts. He is also a very nice guy. Friday's fundraiser was an exciting event, especially when I visited briefly with Ala Hazrat, Bayramali and Reza! Yesterday my friend took me to meet another fabulous second generation young Iranian, Schauleh Sahba, who is making a short film advocating "No War on Iran." What a delightful young woman and what a sweet project. I will share more details about her important project later.
After all that excitement, this was a quiet and beautiful Sunday, spent mostly in the company of my older son. He helped me tidy up and clean the house, while all the time we were having philosophical discussions! We talked about love, relationships and many different things. We fought a little, too, which is to be expected. Now my house is tidy and clean and my thoughts and soul are sorted out! The three of us had dinner together. That's my life tonight, simple and beautiful. Have a good week you all.
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سلام نازي جونم
من هنوز پست ات رو نخوندم
اما حس كردم كه آلان بايد اونجا باشي
خواستم بهت بگم سلام
و اينكه خيلي دلم براي نازي كاوياني كه كامنت ها رو جواب مي داد و هميشه پر رنگ بود ، تنگ شده
Nazy jan
I forgot to say " Happy Mothers day"
whish you best
Usually they're the simple things which creat the happiest moments ....
Salam Neda Jan!
I have missed you very much! Yes, I'm right here now! I have been very busy, but I'm slowly coming back to my usual routine.
How are you? What is your excuse for your absence? Come and visit soon and often my friend, as you have been really missed. Have a beautiful day in my lovely Tehran, Neda Jan.
Dear Sweet Bayram:
Thank you very much. It is technically still Mother's Day! It was so good to see you Friday night even if for just a brief time. Please don't forget to send me the photos, as I need them for putting my report together. Thanks again for coming!
this is my gift for Mothers Day :
My whole being is a dark chant
which will carry you
perpetuating you
to the dawn of eternal growths and blossoming
in this chant I sighed you sighed
in this chant
I grafted you to the tree to the water to the fire.
Life is perhaps
a long street through which a woman holding
a basket passes every day
Life is perhaps
a rope with which a man hangs himself from a branch
life is perhaps a child returning home from school.
Life is perhaps lighting up a cigarette
in the narcotic repose between two love-makings
or the absent gaze of a passerby
who takes off his hat to another passerby
with a meaningless smile and a good morning .
Life is perhaps that enclosed moment
when my gaze destroys itself in the pupil of your eyes
and it is in the feeling
which I will put into the Moon's impression
and the Night's perception.
In a room as big as loneliness
my heart
which is as big as love
looks at the simple pretexts of its happiness
at the beautiful decay of flowers in the vase
at the sapling you planted in our garden
and the song of canaries
which sing to the size of a window.
Ah
this is my lot
this is my lot
my lot is
a sky which is taken away at the drop of a curtain
my lot is going down a flight of disused stairs
a regain something amid putrefaction and nostalgia
my lot is a sad promenade in the garden of memories
and dying in the grief of a voice which tells me
I love
your hands.
I will plant my hands in the garden
I will grow I know I know I know
and swallows will lay eggs
in the hollow of my ink-stained hands.
I shall wear
a pair of twin cherries as ear-rings
and I shall put dahlia petals on my finger-nails
there is an alley
where the boys who were in love with me
still loiter with the same unkempt hair
thin necks and bony legs
and think of the innocent smiles of a little girl
who was blown away by the wind one night.
There is an alley
which my heart has stolen
from the streets of my childhood.
The journey of a form along the line of time
inseminating the line of time with the form
a form conscious of an image
coming back from a feast in a mirror
And it is in this way
that someone dies
and someone lives on.
No fisherman shall ever find a pearl in a small brook
which empties into a pool.
I know a sad little fairy
who lives in an ocean
and ever so softly
plays her heart into a magic flute
a sad little fairy
who dies with one kiss each night
and is reborn with one kiss each dawn.
Another Birth by Forugh Farrokhzad
Salam Noonoosh Jan:
How true that statement is! Those who have been reading me longer are getting bored with my saying: "The best things in life don't cost much or are free." I also believe that the best way to deal with life's complexities is to try and bring simplicity to our environment and lifestyle. Of course, I admit, I didn't always think this way! This is a lesson learned through much trial and much much error! I'm glad to see that you already know this while you are so young--this just means a lot more enjoyment awaits you.
Have a beautiful day Noonoosh Jan.
نازي جونم چند وقت پيش تهران محل برگزاري نمايشگاهبين المللي نفت و گاز و پتروشيمي بود وما خيلي درگير اين كار و مسائل كاري بعد از نمايشگاه بوديم اما من هميشه اينجا اومدم و" از بركلي " عزيزم رو خوندم
اميدورام كه كارهات خوب پيش بره
و همون طور باشه كه خودت مي خواي
بازهم روزت مبارك
Thank you so very much Neda Jan. A timeless and beautiful poem, near and dear to my heart. Tonight I was going to tell a story about what happened when Bayramali and I went to a Forough poetry reading recently. I changed my mind when I realized that it would be a longer story than I had intended, thinking that I will write it here later this week. It's so interesting that you would remind me of Forough again! I will write that post soon. Thank you again for your kind present my sweet and articulate friend.
از شعري كه برات فرستادم ، اين قسمتش رو خيلي دوت دارم:
Life is perhaps
a long street through which a woman holding
a basket passes every day
Neda Jan:
And this is the part I adore:
I will plant my hands in the garden
I will grow I know I know I know
and swallows will lay eggs
in the hollow of my ink-stained hands.
I think this is the passage that also affected Sohrab Sepehri the most, as he wrote about it in one of his poems.
من اين قسمت هاي مشترك در انديشه و شعر فروغ و سهراب رو دوست دارم و راجع بهش هم خيلي دوست دارم بيشتر بخونم ... شايد هم خانم نازي كاوياني در پست مربوط به فروغ ، راجع به اين مطلب هم نوشتند:)
سلام نازی خانم
ما هم درون را بنگریم و حال را،هم برون را بنگریم و قال را.نمیدانم این ویژگی زنانه -و بهتر مادرانه- است که تا خانه مرتب نباشد چیز دیگری بسامان نمیشود،یا اینکه میان محیط و روح و روان آدم ارتباطی هست .هر چه هست میتوان گفت :زیبا و ساده و منظم!.بهتر نشد؟
WoW
che khabare inja !!!
سلام نازی جونم
خوبی؟؟
من سالها تنها زندگی کردم ، البته اگه دقیقش رو بخوای 4 سال و کلی هم سختی داشت ؛ خوب زندگی تنها و مسائل مربوط به اون
می دونی نازی عزیزم
من فکر می کنم هر خونه ای یک زن می خواد که همه چیز رو مرتب و منظم نگه داره
!!!!!
my sweet sweet Nazy joon, i can't tell you how much i was touched by the clip you sent me :)
you're right, i have become less visible in the blog world these days, it's partly because of my heavier research workload and partly because of some other stuff:) But i will make it up to you when i'll come to cali in a few months. (my brother is now there on an internship)
سلام مسعود جان. زیبا، ساده، و منظم بهتر است! یادش بخیر پارسال الف شین هم نکته ای راجع به این مطلب برای من نوشته بود. خواهر من هم چندی پیش به من گفت که کل شیوهء فن شویی هم روی این قضیهء نظم و سادگی و تاثیری که روی آرامش آدم می گذارد مبتنی شده. به هر حال من آنچه را لازم بود انجام دادم و نتیجه اش خیلی رضایت بخش بود، البته چون با دو پسر جوان هم خانه هستم، هیچ نظم و ترتیب و نظافتی پایدار نیست و تقریبا بلافاصله وضعیت به حالت سابق باز می گردد و باعث دلخوری می شود. اما فعلا هنوز خوب است!
حالا باید از شما بپرسم آیا این نیاز به نظم فقط یک نیاز زنانه/مادرانه است؟ یعنی، می دانم که در من نسبتا قوی است اما آیااین به خاطر این است که من زن/مادر هستم و یا به خاطر این است که به نظم و ترتیب تمایل دارم؟ البته سئوالم از موضع فمینیستی نیست و صرفا کنجکاوی است. دیروز یک جعبهء خالی کفش را لب پله ها به پسر بزرگم نشان دادم و به او گفتم این جعبه یک هفته است که در پاگرد مانده که او و یا برادرش یا آن را به اتاقشان ببرند و یا در سطل آشغال بیاندازند و آنها همه روزه از کنار آن رد می شوند و هیچ نمی کنند. گفت که اصلا آن جعبه را تا من به آن اشاره کردم ندیده بوده! اما وقتی زمین آشپزخانه و پیشخوانها ضد عفونی و سفید شدند، هر دوی آنها به من جداگانه گفتند "به به چه تمیز شده!" پس چه نتیجه گیری میشود؟ بالاخره می بینند یا نمی بینند؟ به هر حال، همانگونه که میبینید، واقعا در جستجوی کسب تجربه و آگاهی هستم!
شاد و سربلند و خوشحال باش مسعود عزیز مهربان در اهواز
Dear Uni-Far Jan:
You are such a "kadbanoo" yourself! Do you really believe that women are more organized than men? My friend, Majid, is a single man who lives in Tehran. He has the most impeccably organized and clean house I have ever seen! He loves antiques and his house is like a tiny museum, without a speck of dust in sight!
I think every house needs a man and a woman in it, not to keep the house clean or for similar expectations, but for that house to have love and understanding in it! That's what I think!
Have a glorious day Uni-Far Jan.
Jeerjeerak Jan:
I miss you so much! I knew you'd like that Leila song! I hope you are happy and that things are going your way, whatever you're doing! Keep in touch and do please come and visit this summer, that would be so cool!
نازی عزیزم
راستش رو اگر بخوای من خودم هم خونم بسیار منظم و تمیز بود ، ولی فکر کنم منظور حرف من کمی اشتباه برداشت شده !
من معتقدم که یک خانه باید یک خانم داشته باشه ، ببین نازی عزیزم خانه و خانم می بینی چه بر یک وزن هستند!
منظور من از مرتب و منظم نگه داشتن ، put every things in order
بود یعنی دقیقا همون معنایی که شما اشاره کردی ...
خانه ای که خانم نداشته باشه ، یعنی عشق نداشته باشه حتی اگر تمیز و مرتب هم باشه همیشه چیزی کم داره ...
دقیقا همینطوری که شما می گی
Uni-Far Jan:
Here's wishing you to have a beautiful woman in your heart and in your home, to keep you in love and in order!
:)
thanks Nazy joonam ...
but I think
نه بزار فارسی بگم !!!
زبان زیبای مادری
البته من فکر می کنم هنوز یکم زودباشه
LOL
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