Thursday, September 27

Paradise is located...


Who knows what will happen? Perhaps the Mullahs are thinking about their long-delayed retirement in Central and South America, the Behesht. Nonetheless, who would have taught that the infamous Paradise, Behesht, is located somewhere in between Central and South America? Oil, Sugar, Coffee, and Beauties on the beach and jungle; what else can a man want in Paradise?

The Mullahs in Iran have just learnt that there are hidden treasures in Central and South America, without realizing that the Missionaries had discovered them way before any other men could have done so.

Bolivia is another South American country which has been stamped as part of ‘the new map of paradise’ and the Republic of Mullahs in Iran has expressed its desire to “strengthen its ties” with that land. First it was Venezuela, and then came Nicaragua, and just a few days ago at the UN meeting it was Brazil that defended the right of the Islamic Regime of Iran to pursue its Nuclear Dream, and now it is Boliiiiiviiiiia!

katayoun

Monday, September 24

The Wisdom of Life (2)

"Other people's heads are a wretched place to be the home of a man's true happiness".




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Saturday, September 22

Work, Hope and Poetry!



My first encounter with Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) was with The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner, then I came to see his “vision in a dream”, the Kubla Khan. And from there and little by little I began to appreciate the greatness of Coleridge’s imagination, his literary skill, and his philosophy of life all combined and integrated into a very distinguished body of works of literature of the Romantic Period (1785-1830). Here is Coleridge’s famous short poem:


“Work without Hope”(ca. 1825-1828)


All Nature sees at work. Slugs leave their lair—
The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths
[1]blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! Bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll;
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without hope draws nectar in sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live
.




[1] Mythical flowers that bloom perpetually.


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Tuesday, September 18

To My Fellow-Iranian-Freedom Seekers:





Freedom is not a pre-packaged product that you purchase in black market, behind your own backyard. Freedom starts from within and gradually works its way outward, and then spread its wings over, and it thrives on acknowledgement, self-reliance, and willingness to sustain it. Freedom is a process, not a complete product, and therefore cannot be given to, or bestowed upon a nation. Or at least that's what I think!
katayoun

Wednesday, September 12

Living life, no matter what!



Life without its challenges is not worth our living It.

Tuesday, September 11

How Soon Hath Time



One of the most intelligent and enlightened-seventeenth-century Englishman of Literary talent is John Milton (1606-1674). And of course, in order to understand this man of pen, you need to get your hands on Paradise Lost, or at least indulge in Lycidas, but till then, listen to the echo of Milton’s mind—when he was a twenty-year-old-poet-- in How Soon Hath Time.


How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol’n on his wing my three and twenteith year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom show’th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arriv’d s near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits endu’th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure ev’n
To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav’n;
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great task-Master’s eye.
Katayoun

Monday, September 10

A Process...



Those of you who are running a blog, either professional or unprofessional, with a particular focus on Arts, Political Issues and Sociological outlooks, Literary tendencies, or other fields of interests would agree with me that establishing a “readership” for a blog is a long process that requires active participation from both the author(s) and the viewers of that page.

As a page evolves, a particular kind of relationship, gradually, emerges between the author(s) and the readers. Whether you agree or disagree with the content of a post does not effect the relationship between you, the reader, and the author(s) of that blog; the moment you become the-regular-viewer of a blog, you have begun a relationship that has a meaning, a purpose, and that will have an effect on the course of the development of the blog. Having said all of that, which was basically a very brief sentencing of an opinion about the emergence of a relationship that comes with a solid “readership”, I now would like to salute Babak for his valued contrition to this blog, and would leave you with his comment on the previous post
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Babak said...

It is time to demand from ourselves and every Iranian to organize jointly the most democratic entity aboard in drafting a new constitution for a liberal democracy that can assure freedoms for all. No dictatorship of any kind. We are sick of every kind of dictatorships whether being workers, faith lovers, king lovers, and so forth. And, it must be addressed blatantly that only Iran is the nation’s interest. Only under liberal democracy, every group can coexist.

Aboard assures leaders safety and freedom of speech. Technology can get Iranians from Iran to participate interactively. Freedom lovers from every country can assist this aspiration to reality.

Long Live Iran. Long live liberty.


Sunday, September 9

Legacy

Our future generations will be left with a legacy of dictatorship, destruction and hatred for our fellow being, our country, and our world, if we don’t act now. Perhaps to some of you, the kind of “opinion” is “Too Romantic and Idealistic”, but to people like myself, it is a dream not-far-fetched, to save Iran from a dark future.


The Wide-Wide-Wide-World is no longer Wide, merely as big as a Village and it is getting smaller by the minute, and in that process many boundaries are pushed, and many else are collapsed. In this rush we need to hear the beat of the time in our heart, and grove to that tune, to that rhythm and rhyme, only to test our skills, to pave the path that leads to freedom, and to prove that we can Do it, we need to have a Collective Will that which will depend on our own Knowledge. The Enlightened self will do it, and perhaps by then we can leave a Legacy that is worth the Keeping
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Thursday, September 6

These Questions and...


  • Does it really matter who heads the powerful cleric body, the Assembly of Experts in Iran?
  • Do you find a “reformist” preferable to a “hard-liner”?
  • Do you think that the Revolutionary Guard’s new ‘Commander-in-chief is any better than his predecessor?
  • Do you think that there is a "difference" between Khamenei, Rafsanjani, Khatami, or Ahmadinejad?

katayoun

Monday, September 3

"Fire and Ice", by Robert Lee Frost

This week’s poem is by Robert Lee Frost. To know this giant literary figure of Modern American Poetry, it is recommended to start with this:

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice
.

katayoun