Painted circa 1978-1979 The rider asked in the twilight: "Where is the friend's house?" has eight-year-old Ahmad discovering, to his dismay, that he has accidently taken home the notebook of school chum Mohammad-Reza. Illusions, jutting the cusp of every leaf. of contents are allowed, only by naming the source & link to, All rights are protected & reserved by Iran Politics Club © 2000. 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. Poem: Sohrab Sepehri, Address (Neshani) . An independent media outlet for the Iranian Diaspora. Walk to the end of the lane, which emerges from behind the puberty, Where is the friend's house? Lotus must be planted. In the first twelve years after his graduation he worked in … 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. A cow under the spruce. Commissioned from the artist by the sister of the current owner Gifted from the above to the present owner . Inspired by a poem by Iranian philosopher Sohrab Sepehri, Where is the Friend's House? Reading the poem was immediately to be drawn into a place and condition that was uncharted. BirdCry Creek. 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. (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.) It … then turn towards the flower of solitude, Hazard Response: What Went Wrong in Happy Valley? . Life is swimming. Subscribe. Atefeh Akbari specializes in postcolonial literature with a comparatist focus. The most amorous moments of her own Time. . Love, we should seek in the rain. 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. He is considered to be one of the five most famous Iranian poets who have practiced modern poetry. Sohrab Sepehri (1928-1980) is a notable modern Iranian poet and painter. My mother is asleep So are Manouchehr and Parvaneh* and perhaps all the townsfolk. Water is just one step away! Under the rain. Who was it who called Sohrab? Who has ascended a tall palm tree to pick up chicks from the nest of light, Inspired by a poem by Iranian philosopher Sohrab Sepehri, Where Is the Friend’s Home? Words must be said. The June night passes gently over seconds like an elegy, And a cool breeze from the corner of the blanket sweeps my sleep. Sohrab Sepehri, poet and painter was born in 1928 in Kashan Iran. Address (Neshani) Translation: Ahreeman X. There is an orchard aisle greener than God’s dream. The film descends at one stage into a maze of obscure confusing passages; a Dantesque endarkenment of the journey.But there is a wonderfully sweet, uplifting, unexpected ending. 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 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. Back to Sohrab Sepehri Index, Duplication Julia,Many thanks for the link to that wonderful post on the Sepehri poem, which teaches us more. Paintings by Sepehri The reeds are brawling. bestowed the flood of light on his lips to the darkness of sands, Reading the lines in Stephen's poem affected me also. Perhaps there will come a fleeting sense of home.Namaste. Read more from the July 2004 issue. Abbas Kiarostami, 1987 Where Is the Friend's Home : Abbas Kiarostami, 1987 (video wrapper) "), Wislawa Szymborska: Cat in an Empty Apartment, Richard Brautigan: Lonely at the Laundromat, Vladimir Mayakovsky: The Brooklyn Bridge at the End of the World, Joseph Ceravolo: Falling in the hands of the moneyseekers, "...seeth no man Gonzaga...": Andrea Mantegna: The Court of Gonzaga / Ezra Pound: from Canto XLV, Masaccio's Tribute Money and the Triumph of Capital, TC: In the Shadow of the Capitol at Pataphysics Books, The New World & Trans/Versions at Libellum, TC: Precession: A Pataphysics Post at Collected Photographs, Starlight and Shadow: free TC e-book from Ahadada, A reading of TC's poem 'Hazard Response' on the pō’ĭ-trē audiopoetry site, Problems of Thought at The Offending Adam, Lucy in the Sky: In a World of Magnets and Miracles, jellybean weirdo with electric snake fang. The New yeers gift, The most patriotic picture ever taken of me, Polar Bears: The Big Sleep ("Is the white bear worth seeing? co-ordinate systems relativeto the object, physicaldistance from each other,... but not necessarily absolute or finite, if we are willing to try to reduce the distance a bit, and to keep an open mind/heart. Hermes -- she was already lost, Wislawa Szymborska: Hatred (It almost makes you have to look away), Philip Larkin: The Beats: A Few Simple Words, Pablo Neruda: I want to talk with the pigs, Dwindling Domain (Nazim Hikmet: from Living), Marguerite Yourcenar: I Scare Myself: Exploring the Dark Brain of Piranesi's Prisons, Dennis Cowals: Before the Pipeline (Near the End of the Dreamtime). After obtaining his high school diploma, he attended and obtained a Bachelor of Arts from Honar-haye Ziba (Fine Arts) Faculty of Tehran University. . The birds are humming. 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 love is as blue as the Wings of Honesty. To the dark sands, the passer-by gave the twig of light between his lips. Towards our hearts. Life is a continuous saturation. The sky stood still. The door is open and the glance is lost, a message, reaching for the continuation of the field. 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. Where is the friend's house? Beautiful.
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