تولد یک شعر

مثل بیشترشعرا، حسا س بود و خیلی زود دلگیر میشد
تو مینی بوس هم گویا باز دلش گرفته بود
به حالت قهر رو ضندلی ردیف جلو نشست
وسعی کرد که با خودش خلوت کنه
شعر می نوشت
غافل از آنکه دوروبرش رو کسایی گرفته بودند که
سرشون برای مردم آزاری درد می کرد
قسمتهایی از شعر رو تو دوربین یکی از دوستان دزدکی خواندیم
دقایقی بعد خلق شعربه پایان رسید
بعد ازاون هم، خلاصه بگم یه جورایی شعر نصیب من شد
منم این شعرناب رو ضمیمه یکی ازعکسام کردم
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shahireh/2766375177

اینم شعرنگاره، حیفم اومد که اینجا ازش حرفی نزنم

من سیمای باغ سرشتم
جاده تسلیم من است
و گلم شاخه ی آفتابگردان
من طلوع از تپش نور هدی می گیرم
تو نیاشی به خدا، به خدا میمیرم
شیوه عیش تویی، مشربم لعل لبت
بید مچنون جانم، سرو من باش به امید
که تو را سوی بقا میکیرم
دل به دامان تو رفت، بوی گلهای ندا
تو گل باغ شمالی، آری آن یاس عدم
یآس من از بر و بویت نیست
دیوار بلند است و دست دلم از در کوتاه کوتاه

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Potential Murder in the name of a photo opportunity (to Mostafa)

… “GET DOWN, we want to eat dinner!” This was the command that we finally obeyed after ignoring it for a few minutes! On the way down, from the hill, a little ladybird was discovered by Mostafa [http://www.flickr.com/photos/mimshimi]; in his wisdom he decided that the ladybird would look better on a white daisy nearby. I hardly managed to take one photo of the created scene, before being pushed aside by a group of other descending photographers in our group.

Considering the dense mist around us, I don’t know how they managed to spot this photo opportunity! Anyhow, after a short while we arrived at the meeting point. Only to discover that we had to clime up the hill again, as it was decided that where we were originally was a better spot for picnic!

I don’t know if anyone remembered to put the subject back where we got it. But I hope the contrast between the vivid red and the bright white that attracted photographers was not as effective on birds or bigger insects! Otherwise, we all have a murder to answer for.

Hunting the hunters

Edle, Uk

There is something rather unique about capturing photographers in action. For me the vague sense of hesitation that usually accompanies photographing people fades away when the subject has a camera.

عکاسی از عکاسان در حال شکار سوژه یک چیز دیگه است

It made me smile :)

In our garden

http://www.schmap.com/guidewidgets/p=63013860N00/c=SG31162922

I was delighted to see one of my photos of St Ann's church selected for inclusion in the second edition of the Schmap England Guide. See the photo here.

برای دیدن یکی ازعکسهای انتخاب شده من از کلیسایی در منچستر اینجا کلیک کنید

The Lying Shepherd with a modern twist

Inside the car was hot and humid. Despite it being early evening and all four windows wound down there was no breeze. The car was standing still as the traffic had been brought to a complete halt by an accident in the motorway. He was furious and kept on imagining himself being chocked by his tie even though he took it off some time ago. For him, in that moment, there was nothing more agonizing than being strapped into the seat of his car which was condemned to stand motionless despite its engine running. Time lingered; his blood boiled over and over. His eyes were constantly scanning in all directions for a sign of movement as if life itself depended on that.

He decided to phone Sara and let her know that he could not meet her in the restaurant at 8:00, as planed. He reached out for his jacket which was on the back seat of the car and took his mobile phone out of its packet. The battery was exhausted. He recalled the annoying interment beeping sound of the mobile as he set off earlier. At the time, he wished that he could turn it off. Of course, that idea was soon abundant, as reaching out for his jacket whilst driving was silly. Instead he turned the radio on to mask the irritating beep of his mobile; but exactly when the warning sound stopped he could not remember.

His mind started to wonder; how would Sara react to him being late again. Would she forgive him on hearing about the state of the road? He had no control over the situation and Sara was a reasonable girl; but the memories of last night’s argument made him doubtful. Today’s meeting was meant to be his final chance to prove that he was not as unreliable as Sara said.

He felt unsure and angry. In his mind he started searching for a solid reason for Sara's low opinion of him. He might have told a few little lies, but Sara calling him a deceiver was taking things a bit too far. "Women!" he said to himself "irrational!". He recalled someone telling him that in the original version of Cinderella, "the ugly sisters" cut their toes and heal off to fit into the Cinderella’s shoe. "Irrational" he said to himself again. He could not let go of his prejudice and his degrading view. . Women wear shoes that even looking at them makes your feet ache, he thought, wearing those does not fall too short of chopping your toes off! At least in the Cinderella story females were making sacrifices in order to get the prince and live "happily ever after". The efforts made by some women today seem so aimless, though. They just want to live up to certain expectations which are dictated by some and followed rather sheepishly by others. He was still busy thinking when he realized that the road was gradually getting unblocked as the cars started to move. "Thank God!" he said loudly. 

Eventually he got to the restaurant; but he was over half an hour late. He parked his car somewhere near the restaurant, on a double yellow line, and rushed into the restaurant. Sara was not there. He tried phoning her from the public phone, but there was no answer. He went back home thinking that he would ring her later to explain as she might still be driving back. On arriving home he was exhausted and fed up, the first thing that he did was to check his messages on the answer phone; there was none. He put his mobile to charge; he noticed a text message from Sara “we are finished”, the message read.

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یک پیغام کوتاه

بعضی اوقات پیغام دادن هم خیلی سخته، طفلک قاصدکها که همه عمرپیغام رد و بدل میکنند

I couldn't write what I wanted you to know! But the dance of fluffy white seeds of dandelions will be the courier of my message to you.

نامه سرگشاده به سنگ صبور

 عکس: شهیره
 کتاب: برگزیده اشعار نادر نادرپور

باز امروز دلم از نا آشنایی ها گرفته
از رفاقت و صحبت با بیگانه ها گرفته

با وجود توفانی خموش درچشمانم
بغضی سنگین هنوز راه نفس را گرفته

حس دوری او که نزدیک پنداشتمش
هیجان زندگانی را از لحظه هایم گرفته

بی اعتنا یاری که حتی آشنا نیست
بلایی است که امروز ما را دامان گرفته

(3oth April 2008)

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13 bedar

The 13th day after the arrival of the Persian New Year (13 bedar) marks the end of the New Year festivity for people who celebrate Nuroz (see the link below). In preparation for the Persian New Year seven symbolic items (they start with the letter “س”, one of the Persian alphabets) are normally gathered. “Sabzeh” is one of them. It is the collection of seeds grown into a green mass (to symbolise life and regeneration).

'13 bedar' is the day of nature, when people spend time outdoor. 'Sabzeh' is also returned to the nature in this day. It is customary to tie the green stems of the 'Sabzeh' together for good luck, happiness and success (in particular in finding the right man!). 'Sabzeh' is then thrown away in the water, wishing that bad luck would go away with it, too.

This year we spent our '13 bedar' in Tatton Park (Cheshire, UK). The spirits were high despite the fact that this year's '13 bedar' was a wet one!

For more informationon Nuroz:

http://sharp-pencils.blogspot.com/2008/02/spring-is-upon-us.html

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