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Re: Simi #231

A perfect example of, ``I believe because I believe. And because I believe it, it must be true.``

seeker: im really glad you liked it. i felt so satisfied after i wrote this. i write as a form of catharsis and all the pieces i have on chowk have been freeing in some way or another.

revisions to my work...umm, sometimes i do revise but mostly not. when i begin to seriously seriously seriously write then i will think of seriously seriously seriously revising..but till then im just going to jump and see how i splatter. i feel the same way today about that line. its been a life long thing that i do that i hadnt realized before but i have realized now. the one thing people notice about me, one of the first things, is the frenized pace in which i talk. ive realized how i use it to hide and expose myself.

and now im saying too much about myself when god knows who all are just sitting there reading. thanks for your feedback.

abbas: no problemo :)

mariam..thanks :)

z.rizvi.

Zehra - the poems I read where from different books, but I went and found you some nice sites on the internet. Hope this helps...

http://www.forughfarrokhzad.org/Default.htm

http://www.persianpoema.com/Poets/Contemporary/

http://www.artarena.force9.co.uk/womenp.htm

Abbas - shukriya! My web site is very much alive, but parked at a different place online...

http://www.ispahani.org

To be a poet is a condition rather than a profession [Robert Graves]

over & out,

=mariam=

themoreihidebecauseitsthelessyoulisten

I still can`t get over how eloquently this conveys the point. Beautiful.

I want to know if you see other alternatives though. Given that you wrote this in the mode you did, does personal belief dictate that this is the only way? If you were to be writing this today, might something else come out? Do you ever think up revisions of things you wrote? Does one ever ``descend`` onto you? Inspiration-writing doesn`t have an end, as far as I can tell..

seeker.

(I hope you don`t mind my taking this liberty Zehra)

zensufi - Mariam!!

Salaam. Good to see you`re still alive! Where are you? Your web pages are all lost. This is Abbas, remember 95, my website with my sister`s wedding pictures, George Washington Univ - virtual friends? I have seen broken links here and there to old sites of yours, but nothing that links to anywhere ``potent``.. Look forward to hearing from you. (are we allowed to include an email adderss in here? I try hoping.)

Abbas Zaidi

abbas@i.am

zensufi: sites? i wanna know more. ive just become intersted int he 60`s and 70`s (the movements in the east versus the west...).

seeker..

i love those last few lines..they are my fave part of the poem. no doubt. without which i cannot write, without which you have no peace...i think ( and i say think because i write in an inspired state and then later deconstruct what it is im writing)..they all are talking about the hurt. its a cynical, horrible view i think..to see someone find peace in hurt...its abusive. for me i find that i write best when in meloncholoy, gloom and despair..(despair a strong word)..

my view on poetry is, it is what you make of it. i dont want to have to explain it..its best that you take your own interpretations from it.

rananjua..

i have found what you are like

the rain,

(Who feathers frightened fields

with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind

and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light

with thinned

newfragile yellows

lurch and.press

-in the woods

which

stutter

and

sing

And the coolness of your smile is

stirringofbirds between my arms;but

i should rather than anything

have(almost when hugeness will shut

quietly)almost,

your kiss

-eecummings

:)

i cant percisely remeber my fave one word for word( i like my body when it is with your body...) so i found yet another fave.

z.rizvi.

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3 ``without which i cannot write,`` !!!

4 without which you have no peace

``4`` doesn`t seem to this reader to belong to the piece I just read. What made you write this line?

]

Actually, I see a context in which it makes perfect sense! If via ``3`` you mean ``Without my WRITING you have no peace`` then it`s quite noble indeed. And I apologize for coming through like an english teacher bent on finding fault with obviously inspired writing.

For some reason I didn`t make that connexion earlier. Is this what you meant Zehra?

Gr8 if so. If not, please enlighten.

the faster i talk

themoreihidebecauseitsthelessyoulisten !_!

Bravo! But isn`t this an admission of running away from facing up to ``that-which-could-be``? You give the impression of hiding because you have made the assumption that _they_ will not understand what _they_ find ``if you let _them_ see that far.`` I see the writer of this as either a woman disheartened for good or a girl who`s afraid to face up to the challenge. Tell me which is wrong. (I`d like to hear ``both!`` ,)

1 you will leave me in peace

2 to choke on my hurt.

3 ``without which i cannot write,`` !!!

4 without which you have no peace

3) Why is that??? This is facinating. I am myself trying to figure this one out. What does ``hurt`` hold within that joy knows not? How can grief open up doors happiness does not? I would love to hear more along this thought... But maybe you have already said what you wanted to say..

4) This smacks of either ``poor pitiable me`` excuses to continue hiding, or (please excuse the bluntness) plain simple conjecture. Blame.

It doesn`t seem to this reader to belong to the piece I just read. What made you write this line?

Zehra - I really like it, thanks! This afternoon I was looking over translations of poems by Iranian women dated around the 60s and 70s. You might find your thoughts insync with theirs... Faroukh Faroukhzad and Parvin Etesami, for example.

=mariam ispahani=

here`s to opening and upwards, to leaf and to sap

and to your(in my arms flowering so new)

self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

and here`s to silent certainly mountains; and to

a disapearing poet of always, snow

and to morning; and to morning`s beautiful friend

twilight(and a first dream called ocean) and

let must or if be damned with whomever`s afraid

down with ought with because with every brain

which thinks it thinks, nor dares to feel(but up

with joy; and up with laughing and drunkenness)

here`s to one undiscoverable guess

of whose mad skill each world of blood is made

(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon

rajanjua..

i adore cummings.

Good stuff, Zehra. Keep it up. Do you like Cummings?

great response solitude, i couldnt have worded it better myself..

Your best work so far Zehra. Keep it up,

Sadaf

solitude: youve obviously missed the point..and...you havent changed a bit :) still as ever annoying and ever judgemental without any reasoning or rationality :)

im not here to take away your confusions or to add to them..infact, im not here for you at all.

rizvi

THE DRESS

An old woman went to visit her daughter and she found her naked,waiting for her husband.The mother asks the daughter: `What are you doing naked?` The daughter responds: `This is the dress of love.`

When the mother returns home,she strips naked and waits for her husband. When her husband arrives,he asks her: `What are you doing naked, woman?` She responds: `This is the dress of love.`

And he said to her: `Well, go iron it first.`

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder---

Auntie Omar Strikes Again!