Thursday, December 31, 2015
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
To my Sister
To my sister
Sister, rise up after your freedom,
why are you quiet?
rise up because henceforth
you have to imbibe the blood of tyrannical men.
Seek your rights, Sister,
from those who keep you weak,
from those whose myriad tricks and schemes
keep you seated in a corner of the house.
How long will you be the object of pleasure
In the harem of men's lust?
how long will you bow your proud head at his feet
like a benighted servant?
How long for the sake of a morsel of bread,
will you keep becoming an aged haji's temporary wife,
seeing second and third rival wives.
oppression and cruelty, my sister, for how long?
This angry moan of yours
must surly become a clamorous scream.
you must tear apart this heavy bond
so that your life might be free.
Rise up and uproot the roots of oppression.
give comfort to your bleeding heart.
for the sake of your freedom, strive
to change the law, rise up.
Forough Farrokhzad 29.12.1934 - 13.02.1967
Friday, December 25, 2015
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Thursday, December 10, 2015
Wednesday, December 09, 2015
Saturday, December 05, 2015
Friday, December 04, 2015
Tuesday, December 01, 2015
Miscellany
For a while I had to be busy with not-blogging.
Done.
I am looking forward to enjoy . . . leisure.
Leisure to read ... leisure to think ... to re-think .... to contemplate ... to write ...
Thus, in case I might again become very busy with not-blogging:
Take good care of yourself and your thoughts, please.
Done.
I am looking forward to enjoy . . . leisure.
Leisure to read ... leisure to think ... to re-think .... to contemplate ... to write ...
Thus, in case I might again become very busy with not-blogging:
Take good care of yourself and your thoughts, please.
Friday, November 27, 2015
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Thursday, November 05, 2015
Friday, October 30, 2015
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Juice being made
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Aberfan
At 9.15am on Friday October 21st 1966, after several days of heavy rain,
a huge slag tip above the town of Aberfan in South Wales suddenly
liquified and poured down the mountain. The black tidal wave demolished
properties in its path and engulfed the Pantglas Junior School in
seconds. Of the 144 people who lost their lives that day, 116 were
children. The tragedy was totally preventable. The National Coal Board
had been warned time and time again of the dangers of dumping slag in
such a geologically unstable area above towns. They chose to ignore the
warnings claiming it wasn't profitable for them to move the slag tips to
safer locations. After the disaster, donations from all over the world
poured in for the shattered community. However, most of the money never
reached Aberfan. Instead the Government gave it to the National Coal Board
so that they could move other slag tips overlooking other towns in
South Wales.
The great Welsh writer and broadcaster Gwyn Thomas delivered his own moving tribute to the victims of the tragedy on the BBC the morning of the mass funeral. This is an excerpt from his eulogy
The great Welsh writer and broadcaster Gwyn Thomas delivered his own moving tribute to the victims of the tragedy on the BBC the morning of the mass funeral. This is an excerpt from his eulogy
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