Wednesday, February 28

Despair not, my dear, despair not!

La Promenade

It is a tough life for those who have no talent for an ordinary kind of a life style. It is impossible to survive in this ugly jungle, where your closest friend is your nearest enemy, where you lie to get by, where you become rich in a course of a night, while someone else’s is losing what they had. It is a tough world, a peculiar place where reality and delusion stand side by side, and to make a distinction in between the two, one may have to pick and choose.

You need to be fully equipped, to be prepared to your teeth, to hunt down what you are after, or else your life crumbles in front of your own eyes, and you wonder how to scope it up. You try to keep the sun shinning in your heart, even though you had not seen the damn thing for awhile. You keep telling yourself that it all will be well, very soon. But how soon is “soon”?

“Despair not, despair not!” A wise advice, a teacher gave me once.


Tuesday, February 27

Destruction of the Achaemenid Dam of Didehgan

Remains of Didehgan Dam, Fars Province

The Islamic regime of Iran does not know his arse from his elbow. The proof for such a remark is the recent destruction of the Achaemenid Dam of Didehgan that took place in the 24th day of February, 2007, in the province of Fars. Apparently a crew of bulldozers were working near “one of the branches of Sivand River,” in the province of Fars, when they “mistakenly” ruined the ancient Dam.

Didehgan Dam was built some 2500 years ago during the reign of the Achaemenid Dynasty (550-330 BC). It was located north of the world “heritage site of Pasargadae in Iran’s Fars province”. The dam was built in order to “prevent seasonal flooding in the region,” but the Islamic regime decided that bythe grace of Allah, the flood will be prevented, and therefore they started to remove the soil in the region by bulldozers, “to bring flooding in the region under control and to have a water reservoir”. The ancient people built the dam to prevent the flooding, and the contemporary men destroy it to prevent the “flooding and saving the water”.

The news was announced by that low life Mohammad Jafar Malekzadeh, also known as the secretary of the “high commission for dam construction of Fars Regional Water Organization”. According to that cuckold, “a very high technique was implemented in construction of Didehgan Dam which was made it unique in the world. The core of this Achaemenid dam was constructed by soil and it was covered with stone—something which has not been seen elsewhere”. However, a “private construction company” was engaged in some activities in the “vicinity of this historic site,” and as the result of their “private” activities their “privately” owned bulldozers have caused “some serious damages to parts of Didehgan”.

It is useful to know that the dam was recently discovered during some “archeological excavations,” in the region. And in addition, the “archeological documents including the researches conducted by an American Archeologist,” (I don’t know the name, and why shy should it be important to know who that mysterious archeologist is?!), but since the site was not properly introduced “the search for such a dam was not taken seriously.” What else is new?!

Fars province is one of the 30th provinces of Iran. It is in the south of the country and its capital is Shiraz; the city of Saadi, a medieval poet, prose writer, and social thinker, who lived around 1200, thirteenth-century, and Hafez, a fourteenth-century Iranian poet, whose sonnets are still a guidance oracle to the Persians.

Perhaps another night, when I don’t feel as gloomy as tonight, I will write about Hafez’s sonnets (Ghazal) or Sadi’s quartets (Robaiyat), but till then…


I am Back

Barbara Kruger

Katayoun is doing such a wonderful job with her writings and her selection of paintings on this weblog. I fully support her works, and I have also, tremendous respect for her thoughts and perspectives. That is why, I read this weblog everyday. However, I have not been an active contributor lately . My apology for not taking a “Full Responsibility” and therefore lacking an “accountability” in my actions. Nowadays, this phrase is really hip within Canada’s political sphere, yet in action, no one is really accountable. I wonder if this means that Canada’s political arena is facing an Ironic or a Paradoxical crisis!
This is a non political note, so I will stop whining immediately. Perhaps, the only way to convey my point of view Regarding the Social/ political state in Canada would be thought the series of published novels. AHA, here is a fine thought, if I get famous through selling my Novels, Canada would be proud one more time. it would be good for Canada. So, from now on, I will be on the mission to find a real publisher who is rich, independent and brave to publish me. But till then, I will continue posting notes.


Sunday, February 25

Scale of Love by Antoine Watteau, oil on canvas, completed in 1719

T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Poems. 1920.

Le Directeur

MALHEUR à la malheureuse Tamise
Qui coule si preès du Spectateur.
Le directeur
Du Spectateur
Empeste la brise.
Les actionnaires
Du Spectateur
Bras dessus bras dessous
Font des tours
A pas de loup.
Dans un égout
Une petite fille
En guenilles
Le directeur
Du Spectateur
Et crève d’amour.

Posted by Katayoun

Saturday, February 24

This Week's selected Poem

Auden is one of my favorite English poets of the 20th-century.

Here it is: indulge yourself!

Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes;
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

Once we had a country and thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there;
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew;
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.

The consul banged the table and said:
'If you've got no passport you're officially dead':
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.
Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said:
'If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread':
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying: "They must die";
We were in his mind, my dear, we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.

Went down to the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors;
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.

Posted by Katayoun

Thursday, February 22

The Bully of the Middle East, the Islamic regime of Iran

Eugene Delacriox (Bar of Dante,1822 at louvre)

How many times do we have to shout loud that these Mullahs in Tehran will not budge out, and they will go on with their plan of destroying not only Iran, but also the whole world, if they have a chance to do that. The Islamic regime in Iran is capable of doing anything that you can think of. They are not afraid of more U.N. sanctions against the country, for they are not the ones who are suffering from the hardship caused by such action. They will never suspend the “enrichment-related activities,” for they have a plan, and so far they have proved their ability to pull out different plans when the situation demands such shift of plans. For those of us who are ready to believe that “this shall pass too,” I’ve got news. The Islamic regime has bullied its way through for almost thirty years and the world has watched the actions of those pathological criminals in that Islamic Domain. In my humble opinion, the world has yet to come to a proper realization of the dangers of the rise of another Fascist Movement, this time in the Middle East.
I ask my fellow Iranians this question: How many lives should be wasted in Iran, before we realize that the Islamic regime in Iran has no capacity for reform, has never been able to achieve its false promises, and has never offered anything but misery, social degradation, moral decay, and waste of resources, in the name of its Ideology. A theocratic state cannot offer peace, and is incapable of pursuing “peaceful” enrichment of uranium, because such state cannot accommodate any peaceful actions. Even the Leader of the Islamic Revolution of 1979 had no intention of pursuing anything in a peaceful manner. The laws of that Islamic state, the Supreme Leader of that Islamic state, the crazy-big-mouthed president of that country, the ex-revolutionary guards, they have never pursued anything in a peaceful manner. The whole world knows, the European Union knows, the U.N. knows, even that Democrat Farmer, Jimmy Carter knows that the Islamic regime in Iran since its rise to power has never been able to approach anything in a peaceful manner. If you don’t believe me, please talk to those who have survived the atrocities of the regime in Iran, and perhaps you will find that “peace,” is just an abstract concept in the eyes of the Islamic regime in Iran.


How will you go forward when the prospect of a gloomy future is bothering you, day and night?

Vangogh always cheers me up, even though I can feel his sadness!

The West does not care what is happening in the Middle East. In fact, I would argue that The West has no business to pay attention to the real plight of the people of the Middle East, because the game of profit-making is still on. Meanwhile the Islamic Movements are spreading around the globe like an epidemic illness, and the Men of Power, the Elite are still meeting each other in those confined, compounds and making lousy decisions. And we suffer.
It is really difficult to write when your mind is not functioning, because the air is filled with a thick fog. I wanted to write something jolly, something beautiful, more cheerful than the talk about the sad reality of our contemporary world. But then how do you write when everything is so dark, and surreal that you no longer see the beauty and glory of things, even though you force yourself to do so?


Sunday, February 18

A good Habit

This Painting is by Francois Boucher, 1742
I have developed this habit of writing about what bothers me the most. I am worried about the growth of the power of the Peaceful Muslims in Western World. They go to Universities, get their degrees, integrate themselves into the society, and then try to penetrate themselves into the system, and they all do it in the name of Freedom and Democracy.

I live in Toronto, and since ten years ago have witnessed the swarm of Islamist Fanatics into this democratic society. I don't feel free anymore. When i look to my left,and I see a woman in an Islamic Hijab, I ask myself this question: What are you doing here, in this land of immorality, and sin? What is your Plan?


Saturday, February 17

The Creatures of God

Drawing by Manuel, Niklaus (1484-1530)

Sometimes I think that if God really exists, and if God is a He Person, then He must be quite ashamed of creating Man in His Own Image. For example, look at Syrian President Bashar Assad and his Iranian counterpart Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, or the American President, Georgy Boy, or even that little sassy Tony Blair. Do you think that these men of Power and effective Words have made their Almighty God proud of His Work of Art?
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad and his egotistical speeches are famous. You don’t need me to tell you how absolutely delusional the man is. Bashar Assad is just like his late father; if he can suck out some good old green American dollars out of the Mullah in Iran, he would be glad to do so. I trust that you remember his mighty father, the late President Hafez Al Assad, who ruled Syria for twenty-some-odd years and then passed on his legacy to his son, the apparent heir to the throne of the Presidency in Syria. Syria is another example of a democratic state in the Middle East.
Anyhow, these two men, the Syrian and his Iranian counterpart, apparently have sat together, again, and have came up with another brilliant idea, as to how to deal with the issues at hand; the building of an Islamic coalition against the Western Powers. In other word, they want to continue on with their plan of protecting Hezbollah in Lebanon and that infamous Hamas in Palestine. I found the situation as much devastating as I found it hilarious. Now, the little boys have decided to “cooperate and work to make the public aware of the sinister aims of the United Stares and the Zionists.” Of course, this is only a slogan, too grand, even for Ahmadinejad to withstand it. But the real thing is about profit making and stuff like that. Apparently, during the last decade, Iranian companies, those which have been run by the Islamic regime in Iran, “have invested more than $700 million in Syria, in sectors such as power generation, automobiles, cement and agriculture.” Meanwhile, the Iranians who are suffering from Theocratic despotism are paying for the generosity of the opportunist-businessmen of God.


Friday, February 16

Vivre La Liberte


In support of the Danes who have been shocked by the atrocity committed by the followers of the peaceful and redemptive Faith, Islam, We have added the banner to our page.

Without a doubt, those who have watched us develop this blog, have gathered that this blog has a certain style and as such acts accordingly. We do pay attention to what is happening around the world; how Freedom has become a concept so abstract that we no longer have a vision about it. In fact, I think Freedom no longer is definable, no longer attainable.

In late 80s, Salman Rushdie wrote a novel called “The Satanic Versus,” and after its publication, the author went into hiding for a long time, only because the “Supreme Leader of Islamic Revolution of 1979,” Khomeini, had issued a Fatwa, a Death-Warrant for him. The Western World did not pay attention to it.

In 2006, in Denmark, an artist decided to express his thoughts, his ideas, and his feelings about a religious figure (the prophet of Islam) and accordingly drew a few caricatures of the aforementioned figure. A newspaper published those images, and then the chaos arose. Later on a Minister and a few newspaper men apologized for the action, but those whose feelings were “injured” could not accept the apology. To them, an apology for expressing one’s thought in a democratic society was intolerable, and unacceptable. They were badly hurt! So, the artist was threatened, and the angry crowd grew impatience. Someone had to do something, for when the “Foundation of a Faith” is “shaken to its core,” someone should do something about it. The angry (“the peaceful” followers of that Faith) decided to teach the world a lesson. The Danish artist was murdered in his own country, and I wonder how the Danes are responding to this atrocity committed by the follower of a Faith.
And I ask you, the reader of this note, to think for a second. What Freedom means to you?


Monday, February 12

The poem of the week

To find out about the picture of the sparrows, just click.

A dear friend sent me this poem and I thought, why not sharing it with you. After all, life is about sharing what is meaningful, significant, and fulfilling. The poem is called The Sparrow by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906), an African-American poet and novelist. I hope you enjoy it.


A LITTLE bird, with plumage brown,
Beside my window flutters down,
A moment chirps its little strain,
Then taps upon my window-pane,

And chirps again, and hops along,
To call my notice to its song;
But I work on, nor heed its lay,
Till, in neglect, it flies away.

So birds of peace and hope and love
Come fluttering earthward from above,
To settle on life's window-sills,
And ease our load of earthly ills;

But we, in traffic's rush and din
Too deep engaged to let them in,
With deadened heart and sense plod on,
Nor know our loss till they are gone.

Sunday, February 11


Dear anonymous “WAITING FOR THE OTHER ONE'S WRITING. !” It was so nice of you to leave comment and specially for me. I always believed I was special, and you just confirm my feeling. Thank you. I hope you don’t get tired of waiting. Boy, my post better be worth your waiting! By the way, since this interacts between you and I take place in a virtual space ( filled with ambiguity) would n’t it be wonderful to at least know something out of all the unknowns, like your name. I promise to behave and never inter your Dreams or reality. It is nice having you in our space.

Katayoun thanks for keeping our virtual space engaging, visually and contextually. The blog is not only “Aesthetically” pleasing but also contains insightful observation of important issues which seem to surrounds us yet, leaves no way to scape. Your writing almost reminds me of
Georgia O`Keeffe. She decided to paint flowers in order to stop the busy New Yorkers take time to see what she saw of flowers. I might just give you a too heavy of a compliment, let me know if its effecting your heart rate. I am preparing something to post. Please do not ask me what time. However I will say this, transformation is taking place.


The most dreadful event in the history of the ancient country of Iran is the Islamic Revolution of 1979.

When some body asks me where I am coming from, I understand the question, and accordingly respond: “I belong to the land of dream, where nights are long, and lights are dim.” And when that person insists on knowing a little more about my personal history, I simply reply, “I used to live in a big old city, where every old house has few tall trees, and every tall tree has long stories.” The inquiring minds are often satisfied with such a reply, and I am often happy to be able to help them in achieving that desired satisfaction. I, like many of my fellow compatriots, were forced into exile.

After the “Islamic Revolution,” many Iranians left their country, for the sake of finding a safe place where they could live quietly, and grieve silently for what they had lost. In our suitcases we carried a few bitter memories of Iran; we packed our nostalgia for our ruined lives, and we kept our pessimism about the gloomy future in our hearts. And we carried on, while scattered around the world.

You may ask me why I am writing this piece, tonight, and I tell you why. It is the 28th anniversary of one of the most dreadful events in the history of Iran, the so called Revolution of 1979; the Islamic Revolution.

The Iranians are living in a horrid situation in Iran. The country is devastated by economic hardship, war, and corruption in all levels of the Islamic government and the machinery of the regime still moves on. In the name of god and religion, in the name of freedom and democracy, there came a Revolution that was a gift from the others to the people who were naïve to believe that the “Man of God” would lead them to Eden. Only when the Old Man returned to Iran, did they realize that they were going to live in Hell.

Close to Seventy Million Iranians are suffering from theocratic despotism in their own country and the World is still thinking. Someone asked, “Who wants to know about the Plight of the Iranians, now?!” Five Million Iranians are living in exile, they are refugees, now displaced, now without a home. Iranian Elite are now hired by universities around the globe, still sale their ideas about their Revolution. The Reformists are still tearing their collars over the greatness of difference between their religious idiosyncrasies’ and those of the hardliners. The “Supreme Leader” talks nonsense, and the President of the Islamic regime, Mahmoud Ahmadunejad has proved Darwin wrong. Khatami was a distinguished guess at Harvard, while Refsanjani is still the man of Dollars and Pounds. And the Western World is still making profit.


Saturday, February 10

A very Jolly News For our Responsive Readers!

It is after all, a month and a few days, since we, my sister and I, have started this blog. My sister, who had been absent, due to her busy schedule at work (she is an art teacher, and of course, an Artist too) has finally decided to write something for our blog, and break her long silence. I welcome her back, and hope her piece is going to be as good as mine!


Wednesday, February 7

The Crisis in the torrid Middel East

The Painting by John Singer Sergant, 1918

The talk is about Iran. You turn on your news; there is the news about Iran. You talk with your neighbour about the likelihood of an increase of military personnel in Iraq; they end up telling you about the “increased likelihood of an American attack on Iranian nuclear installations.” The Bush Administration that is concerned about the current situation, however, remains “alarmed,” and calm. May be we should wait and see how Israel is preparing himself for this crisis.

According to the Jerusalem Post, the Prime Minister of Israel, Mr. Ehud Olmert, at the conference of “Presidents of Major American Jewish Organization,” which took place “on Tuesday night,” has expressed that, “if the international community joins forces and applies the necessary restrictive measures on the economy of Iran, it will force Iran to reconsider its position.” In other world, if China and Russia “join forces,” they can seriously hurt the economic heart of the Islamic regime in Iran.

While these political talks are going around, and the media is making profit by capitalizing on the current issues and all the related news, nobody is concerned about the devastation in the region, the wasted lives of innocent people of the Middle East.

Iran and Israel are neighbours, and they have been so in as far as the historical records show for almost three thousand years. It will be an awkward situation for the people of these countries to stand against one another, when they could join each other to build a better Middle East. And I agree that with the current Islamic regime in Tehran, the chances are that the people of these two ancient countries, at one point, have to stand against each other, than to join a coalition against the hegemonic theocratic despotism in Iran, which has threatened the possibility of a true Peace in the Middle East. Let us hope that the people of Iran, who have gone through a tremendous hardship imposed on them by the Islamic regime, rise against the tyranny of the Mullahs. And let us hope that one day, the children of Iran and children of Israel hold each other’s hands and sing a melodious song to celebrate their friendship.

Posted By Katayoun

Tuesday, February 6

Something to think about

The War 1932

Too many people are dying, too many are suffering, and no one does any thing to stop this madness. And I wonder Why?

Whenever I watch the news, and look around, I see many desensitized beings, who eat their hamburger while watching their favorite War Movies, without having a single worry about the chaos around the globe. And I wonder Why?

I flip through the pages of all the History books; the History of Civilization, and the History of Religion, but I can only find the themes of War, Disaster, Mass Murder, Holocaust, and so on and so forth, that runs through the ages. And I wonder Why?

I wish I could find a colourful picture of a Triumphant people, not a gray picture of the disillusioned ones.
I wish we could develop our intelligence instead of our "theological mind."
I wish I did not have to wish for what is not accessible, available, and attainable.

May be next time, when the moon is not so shy to hide herself behind a thick cloud, may be then I will see something different, and wise.

Posted by Katayoun

Friday, February 2

Something that is currently underway!

The Immortality of Nelson, National Maritime Museum, London Greenwich Hospital collection.
In the past few weeks, I have been working on a piece about the "creation of political titles," and am hoping that it will be finished by the late tomorrow evening. But, since I have promised myself to post a note a night, therefore I decided to post you a nice poem by T.S. Elliot. And I trust that you will enjoy this piece.

"Whispers Of Immortality"

Webster was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.

Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
Tightening its lusts and luxuries

Donne, I suppose, was such another
Who found no substitute for sense,
To seize and clutch and penetrate;
Expert beyond experience,

He knew the anguish of the marrow
The ague of the skeleton;
No contact possible to flesh
Allayed the fever of the bone.

* * *

Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
Is underlined for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

The Couched Brazilian Jaguar
Compels the scampering marmoset
With subtle effluence of cat;
Grishkin has a maisonnette;

The sleek Brazilian jaguar
Does not in its arboreal gloom
Distil so rank a feline smell
As Grishkin in a drawing-room.

And even the Abstract Entities
Cirumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our metaphysics warm.

Post By: Katayoun

Thursday, February 1

A politically motivated journalism

The picture is of one of Goya's famous paintings, THE 3rd of MAY 1808 IN MADRID: THE EXECUTIONS ON PRINCIPE PIO HILL.

Violence is not the answer to the Islamic Republic of Iran, is the suggestion made by Jacob Weisberg, in his article published, in The Financial Times. What is being expressed in this article, is not merely a journalist’s advice, but a proposed pragmatic precedent for the development of a New Middle East. In his argument, Weisberg proposes that we, the Western World, need to think in a “sensible way” and try to form a policy “towards Iran” that functions on the basis of “the demise of an Iranian government bent on proliferation”. Therefore, since we do not know what is the “durability” of the president of the Islamic Republic, and it is tricky to deal with the regime, we should, now, pay attention to the “political changes” that will occur in the near future, in both countries.