Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Sieh da, sieh da!

This morning at nine
hundreds of cranes passed Seanhenge.
Winter's coming. Late.

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

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Barbecue

The meat was delicious.

On the Road

Stopping on my way:
some trees and parts of a shed.
The meeting was nice.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

We will all go together

. . . and there will be no one be clapping at the end. :) 


When you are Old and Gray