Sunday, February 28

Lyrical Philosophy

















From : Song of Myself



I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,

The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains

of hell are with me,

The first I graft and increase upon myself, the letter

I translate into a new tongue.


I am the poet of the woman the same as the man,

And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,

And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.


I chant the chant of dilation or pride,

We have had ducking and deprecating about enough,

I show that size is only development.


Have you outstrip the rest? are you the President?

It is a trifle they will more than arrive there every one,

and still pass on.


I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,

I call to the earth and sea half-held by the light.


Press close bare-bosom'd night-press

close magnetic nourishing night!

Night of south winds-night of the large few stars!

Still nodding night-mad naked summer night.


Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!

Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!

Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!

Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!

Far-swooping elbowe'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!

Smile, for your lover comes.


Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!

O unspeakable passionate love.



By Walt Whitman (1819-1892) (section 21)

Tuesday, February 16

No Colour, do I shout!



A couple of days ago, a colleague of mine called to invite me to join the “Iranian-Opposition-in Exile’s gathering—he called it a “Protestation”—at Mel Lastman Square in North York, Toronto. He said they would wish the whole world—I tried to reason with him that “the whole world” does not mean Mel Lastman Square in Toronto—to know that they have a Plight and that is to bring about “a gradual reform” from Within, which is the desire of “every Iranian” in and out of Iran!
Well, in my book, this kind of invitation begs a firm and polite rejection. So I answered accordingly, “I can’t join your protestation. Goo Luck!”
But he didn’t take the rejection either lightly or politely, and shouted “Why not? I want to know what is behind your indifference to your own people’s struggle?”
Indifference, how dare you sir! I tried to remain logical, not emotional, when he accused me of “indifference” to my people’s plight. So, I argued that, “Because I don’t support Mossavi and I cannot support Karroby, you cannot accuse me, cheaply, of “indifference” to my “people’s plight. I certainly don’t wish to support those who believe that Mossavi can do a better job than Ahmadinejad. Because to me, these people, Mossavi or Ahmadinejad alike, are of the same cloth. But to answer you particularly, I cannot turn a blind eye to the fact that the Islamic Regime does not have any capacity to allow the creation of a space for your suggested reform-from-within, nor does despotism has any desire to seek Reform. Neither Mossavi nor anyone who has been, either directly or indirectly associated with the survival of the Islamic Regime in Iran, can be a candidate for Iranian leadership. And in addition, a reform-from-within is only an illusion, for which I have no desire to express any like”.

This did not go well with the colleague who has published a bunch of “academic” papers explaining the “Triumph of the Revolution in Iran,” and is now a “kind” of an “authority” on the issue of “the establishment of Democracy in the Middle East”. He shouted, and howled, and thought that he could convince me of my being at fault. But he couldn’t achieve his end. I remained calm and collected till his rave was over.

Some people are simply stupid, and some are incurably dumb. Unfortunate, however, is the University who employs such a marvel of “academic” kind!

The Plight of Iranians is not something that I look at it vainly or take it lightly. I am an Iranian who is being forced to seek shelter elsewhere, and I will refuse to join a faulty cause, simply Because
I DO CARE.

katayoun