The generous air. Sounded like the sad tone of truth. Ask him, 'Where is the friend's house?'" Sohrab Sepehri was born in 1928 on a journey between Kashan, his family’s home, and Qum. A letter from Dr. Mads Gilbert, a physician working in Gaza), Another stunning sunset: Ilan Pappe: Israel's righteous fury and its victims in Gaza, Emily Dickinson: Tell all the Truth but tell it slant, Seeing Multiples: Ghosts of Jönköping ("We are somewhere else"), Fernando Pessoa: The falling of leaves that one senses without hearing them fall, Young Man Carrying Goat: Vermont Forty Years Ago, Ryszard Kapuscinski: The Ukrainian Plan (from Imperium), Juan Gil-Albert: La Siesta ("What is the Earth? Getting drenched from time to time, Swimming in the pond of right now, is what life is. Tom,Thanks for this, poem and pictures a long way from what one is hearing these days about that place (Iran).6.14grey whiteness of fog against invisibleridge, crow calling from branch in leftforeground, no sound of wave in channel co-ordinate systems relative to the object, physical distance from each other, so that potential, measurecloudless blue sky reflected in channel,cormorants flapping across toward point. of contents are allowed, only by naming the source & link to, All rights are protected & reserved by Iran Politics Club © 2000. Illusions, jutting the cusp of every leaf. The Melting Pot is delicious, and I do take an interest in All Things Brum. . (80.5 x 130cm.) stay by the eternal mythological fountain of earth, In the pond of this moment. Tom...thanks for this post and your precious words... mirroring Sepehri and Iran... a land that is condemned to be ruined with all its beauties... gifts and arts...business is the master of the world and needs this land to be seen what it has never been...just yesterday i was reading about a poll showing that people from different countries mostly agree with a military attack on Iran... and this just broke my heart... and now that i'm writing these words suddenly tears started to pour out... not that soon there will be a war upon us... and i'm frightened... no no no ... i'm just crying for how truth can be masked... how beauty can be shown as evil... how people of a country that all through history just produced magnificent works of science... architecture... art... and literature... should be looked upon as the most dangerous beings on earth... how media can rule over minds to prevent them from being aware of the truth in this country... not to see how we are caged... how we are struggling... how we are tortured... how we are killed one by one... just because we say... love... just because we say... peace...this religion is not of us... these rulers are not of us... sanctions and war are just for annihilating the people not the rulers... these things just makes these puppets more powerful... ah... this is all a show!business... rules! Water is just one step away! Sohrab Sepehri, one of the most celebrated contemporary modern poets and painters of Iran was born in 1928 in Kashan.After obtaining his high school diploma, he attended and obtained a Bachelor of Arts from Faculty of Fine Arts, University of Tehran. One should sleep with a woman. Let us undress: Water is one foot away. Where is the friend's house? 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A cow under the spruce. is a beautiful picture of the life of a child in a northern Iranian village—a child for whom an afternoon becomes an odyssey into and beyond the mysteries of adult behavior. Friends must be found. Can't wait to have the time to watch this film. Towards our hearts. The ones who rig the game and pull the strings are seldom the ones to suffer the consequences.You know the history and beauty of your culture are always deeply honoured here.If you have a moment, take a look at the links provided by Julia and Studiolum in the comments above yours. The sky paused The passer-by held a branch of light which brushed the dark sand He pointed to an aspen: before you reach that tree turn off at the garden path that leads into a space more green than any god could dream and go down that path as far as the wings of honesty can reach Continue beyond the end guns should be sold... and oil should rule again...WHY NO ONE SEES THE inVISIBLE STRINGS!! An independent media outlet for the Iranian Diaspora. Things must be written. Most notably the phrase “Where Is The House of The Friend?” is missing. and pointed to a poplar and said: "Near the tree, Heaven paused, The passer by, bestowed the flood of light on his lips to the darkness of sands, The birds are humming. Learn about the artist and find an in-depth biography, exhibitions, original artworks, the latest news, and sold auction prices. . February 25, 2020, Sohrab Sepehri: Poet, Painter and Musician, Neshani (The Address) Heaven paused, A Grievous Deception (Fabricating War Out of Absolutely Nothing), Dr Mads Gilbert on the Palestinian will to resist: "I compare occupation with occupation", Welcome home, villager: A window into the minds of the occupiers ("the most moral army in the world"), The Toll: Asmaa Al-Ghoul: Never ask me about peace, Back into the Ruins: What is this? “Where is the home of the friend?” 2 Asked the rider at dawn. Perhaps there will come a fleeting sense of home.Namaste. The June night passes gently over seconds like an elegy, And a cool breeze from the corner of the blanket sweeps my sleep. Graduated in psychology from the University of Exceter, Martin V. Turner (1948 – 2009) an educational psychologist, poet and translator. Sohrab Sepehri (1928-1980) is a notable modern Iranian poet and painter. Julia,Many thanks for the link to that wonderful post on the Sepehri poem, which teaches us more. Painted circa 1978-1979 Curtis,The quest tale or question trail that is Sepehri's poem was a direct inspiration for Kiarostami. View Sohrab Sepehri’s artworks on artnet. then turn towards the flower of solitude, (After Sohrab Sepehri). And fathomed the language of the earth and water. She was the image of her solitude. The others appear as side links under the title Khaneye Doost Kojast? As a translator of a number of poems by Sohrab Sepehri along with his Iranian wife Farah and an Iranian poet, he wrote an introduction to the life and works of Sohrab a few years ago and published it online on his web page. Further Reading. However, in order to reach Sohrab Sepehri's thoughts and romances, he travels to Kashan, the hometown of the painter-poet and lives in the home of a psychotic, who has specific information about Sohrab. Pointing to a white poplar, he said: “Before you reach the tree. Commissioned from the artist by the sister of the current owner Gifted from the above to the present owner . The passerby presented sands, the branch of light that he had in mouth And pointed to a poplar tree and said: “Before reaching the tree, There is a garden alley that is greener than God’s sleep Eternity on the awnings. (80.5 x 130cm.) Is a garden-line, greener than God's dream Kiarostami's magnificent film, in keeping with his earlier work (much of it commissioned as educational cinema for children), concerns a moral dilemma faced by a young person: a boy decides, obeying the commands of loyalty and friendship against his mother's wishes, to return a lost school workbook to a negligent classmate who lives in an unfamiliar village.The whole film is posted in seven parts. You may like it. Under the rain. one of the most beautiful and lucid translations of the poem i have come across. Steve,Thanks, yes, that was the point of the post, that maybe there is more to life and art in Iran -- and for that matter more to life everywhere, and more to everything -- than one hears in the mainstream media. Beautiful. Painted circa 1978-1979 Provenance. 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Sohrab Sepehri (Iranian, 1928-1980) House of Kashan signed in Farsi (lower right) oil on canvas 51¼ x 31¾in. two steps to the flower, Atefeh Akbari specializes in postcolonial literature with a comparatist focus. My mother is asleep So are Manouchehr and Parvaneh* and perhaps all the townsfolk. An acclaimed painter, Sepehri published eight books of poetry during his lifetime and traveled widely throughout the world, including Europe, South Asia, the Middle East, China and Japan, the United States and South America. (I won't postpone the viewing until I have the equanimity, which might be a good way to measure "never" the way things feel lately.) The passerby bequeathed the branch of light he held to his lips to the darkness of sands and pointed to a poplar and said: “Before the tree, there is a garden lane greener than God’s dream where love … where a transparent fear will visit you, Reading the poem was immediately to be drawn into a place and condition that was uncharted. This is an important phrase because it serves, along with the … In Reply to Vice-Magistrate Chang. Let’s taste the brightness! In the rain we should play. Games should be played. Let’s take off our clothes. The third of five children, Sohrab was born to Māhjabin (Foruḡ Irān, d. 1994) and Asad-Allāh (d. 1962) Sepehri (Paridoḵt Sepehri… than one hears in the mainstream media". (After Sohrab Sep... Camus, Zidane and the Absurdity of Football, Ungaretti: Il Porto Sepolto/The Buried Harbour, James Schuyler: Horse-Chestnut Trees and Roses, Wallace Stevens: THinking of a Relation between the Images of Metaphors, Gag Reflex: Federico García Lorca: Paisaje de la multitud que vomita (Anochecer en Coney Island), Edwin Denby / Weegee: In Public, In Private (In the Tunnel of Love and Death), Private moment: If you could read my mind, Pay-To-Play Killer Cop: The Death of Eric Harris, the Black Holocaust and 'Bad' History in Oklahoma. The rider asked in the twilight: "Where is the friend's house?" Inspired by a Sohrab Sepehri poem, and set in the northern village of Koker, the film has an eight-year-old named Ahmad discovering, to his dismay, that he has accidently taken home a school chum’s notebook. bestowed the flood of light on his lips to the darkness of sands, Actually, the Sepheri poem reminded me of the beginning of The Inferno. Heaven paused The passer-by bestowed and the flood of light on his lips to darkness of sands And pointed to a poplar and said: “near the tree Is a garden-line greener than God’s dream Where love is bluer than the feathers of honesty Walk to the end of the lane which emerges from And had affinity with all bright horizons. . Who has ascended a tall palm tree to pick up chicks from the nest of light, Lotus must be planted. The rider Asked in the twilight ''where is the friend’s House?'' Abbas Kiarostami, 1987 Where Is the Friend's Home : Abbas Kiarostami, 1987 (video wrapper) I was wondering if I could quote you and your translation of Sepehri's poem in my thesis.Thanking you,Regards,Antara. Many thanks, NN.I have enjoyed your blogs also. Where is the house of my friend? thanks. Back to Sohrab Sepehri Index, Duplication Below, road of honesty. Subscribe to our newsletter for new issue content. Love, we should seek in the rain. Sohrab Sepehri has been listed as a level-5 vital article in People, Writers. The videos appear in Farsi without subtitles, but as in Kiarostami in general, the information supplied by camera and offscreen sound do much of the work. Where Is the House of My Friend? . One of these world famous artists is Sohrab Sepehri, the contemporary poem and painter whose many poets were translated to English, French, Spanish and Italian for the ease of his non Persian fans. ask him: SEPEHRI, Sohrab (Sohrāb Sepehri, b. Qom, 14 Mehr 1307 Š/6 October 1928; d. Tehran, 1 Ordibehešt 1359 Š./21 April 1980), notable poet and painter ( FIGURE 1 ). Subscribe. He is considered to be one of the five most famous Iranian poets who have practiced modern poetry. Where is the friend's house? Tom and Curtis,I've just watched the link to the film you've included her -- beautiful, very moving, indeed 'proof' there's "more to life and art in Iran . Sohrab Sepehri, poet and painter was born in 1928 in Kashan Iran. Poem: Sohrab Sepehri Translation: Ahreeman X February 25, 2020. How it went down for Thabo: NYPD chokeslam, broken leg, plain sight perpwalk show -- American dream glass half full? Just stunned, I am the bullets, the oranges and the memory: Mahmoud Darwish: Ahmad Al-Za'tar / Fadwa Tuqan: Hamza, Have Mercy (Mr. Obama, do you have a heart? The door is open and the glance is lost, a message, reaching for the continuation of the field. Words must be said. In the rain we should sleep with women. Poem: Sohrab Sepehri, Address (Neshani) The most amorous moments of her own Time. Paintings by Sepehri The reeds are brawling. Address (Neshani) Translation: Ahreeman X. The sky paused. After obtaining his high school diploma, he attended and obtained a Bachelor of Arts from Honar-haye Ziba (Fine Arts) Faculty of Tehran University. Just from what few I have a glimpse into, let me recommend you this. (Hilda Doolittle): Euripides: The Chorus to Iphigeneia, Robert Herrick: To his saviour. Iran is the birthplace of many standing artists, poems, painters and sculptors. SEPEHRI, Sohrab. The rider asked in the twilight: "Where is the friend's house?" Life. Poem: Sohrab Sepehri In the rain we should write things, speak, plant lotuses. Aug 28, 2014 - Iran news, culture, analysis, local Iranian events and more. Neshani (The Address) Sohrab Sepehri. Sepehri died of blood cancer in Tehran in 1980. And they speak very eloquently at that.Where Is the House of my Friend? Friends, better than the running brook And a God who is nearby Within these gillyflowers, at the foot of yonder lofty oak, On the stream's awareness, on the plant's law I am a Muslim The rose is my Qebleh The spring my prayer-carpet The light, my prayer stone The field my prostrate place I take ablution with the heartbeat of windows . Or maybe also this. Sohrab Sepehri (Iranian, 1928-1980) House of Kashan signed in Farsi (lower right) oil on canvas 51¼ x 31¾in. He was born in Kashan, Iran. Let us taste brilliance. In the first twelve years after his graduation he worked in … Mohammad-Reza has already been threatened with … Heimat: A Tribute in Light: What's So Funny 'Bout Peace, Love and Understanding, Borderlands: Between the Dream and the Reality. Poem by Sohrab Sepehri. is a beautiful picture of the life of a child in a northern Iranian village—a child for whom an afternoon becomes an odyssey into and beyond the mysteries of adult behavior. “Where’s the friend’s house?” asked a horseman at dawn. It was a familiar voice like the touch of the wind on the leave.
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