The book takes you by hand to the power, symbolism and beauty of the blade, technically described in all its parts, to the mysterious wind of the great Hindu gods blowing on the hilts, to the sacred word of Islam, to the floral influence of China and, above all, to the magnificent work and skill of the Indonesian and Malay smiths who created this unique enspirited weapon, the Kris, the invincible dagger of the Archipelago.
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The cry of the Costa Rican peasant has always captivated us: Güi pi pía
It’s an expression that involves the joy of a healthy soul when a peasant arrives at a party in the countryside.
Winner of Iran's 2007 Short Story Competition
The Ants Which Had My Father Eaten
by Ghazvin/ Ali Ghane
Translated by H. Bassiri
It took half an hour till they brought him, to take him down the stairway two cops were holding his shoulders, I was sitting there in my car staring at the whole situation, yet couldn't manage to find out either if he gave them our house number or taken from his file by the officials of the jail.
In the Mist
A play in three episodes
By: Ezzat Goushegir
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MY ROOM IS EMPTY…THE MAIL BOX IS EMPTY…
NOBODY KNOCKS ON THE DOOR…THE PHONE
For any Jack Kerouac enthusiast or On the Road fan, the fiftieth anniversary of the publication of Jack Kerouac's profoundly influential novel is a moment of literary history to celebrate. True to style, the San Francisco celebrations were held in the famed district that embodied the spirit of Kerouac's work -- a panel discussion at the All Saints Church in Haight-Ashbury put on by one of San Francisco's favorite independent bookstores the Booksmith was an event not to have missed. The panel gave the audience a better sense of who Kerouac was and a better understanding of the place of On the Road in the pantheon of American literature. And for many it was a treat to hear personal stories about Kerouac's personal attributes, such as how great his oratory skills were -- as friend Michael McClure said "he fully realized the language" when he read out loud.
The Planter in a City Window
by Morteza Miraftabi
The long and continuous factory whistle echoed throughout the city. A thin muscular man, head up and walking tall, appeared from the end of the street. He passed us by on the street, carrying two green and crimson poinsettias. His hair was neatly combed and he wore a work shirt.
" In this fictional novel Sayers weaves the many colored threads of Persian society in to a beautiful novel, a caltural carpet to qali "----------
Hossein Ibrahimi
Writer Kurt Vonnegut dies at 84
Vonnegut was a cult figure with students in the 1960s and 1970s
Vonnegut
LOVE HAS NO LIMITS
by Pirooz Ebrahimi
Finally I had finished high school so I had started to look over the “student guide” to decide what course to choose. What I really, really saw in my mind was the image of a man in a military uniform.
And Suddenly the Woman Said: “Leopard!”
by Ezzat Goushegir
Standing at the window facing the forest, the woman was singing the lyrics to the Cupid and Psyche opera. Exactly at the point when Psyche, curious and care-ridden, holds the candle up to Cupid’s face to examine her complexion in the dark, as a drop of molten wax drips on Cupid’s body, suddenly a spark, much like lightning emitted from a pair of eyes, penetrated her eyelids; stopping her tongue on the word drop.
by Ezzat Goushegir
Standing at the window facing the forest, the woman was singing the lyrics to the Cupid and Psyche opera. Exactly at the point when Psyche, curious and care-ridden, holds the candle up to Cupid’s face to examine her complexion in the dark, as a drop of molten wax drips on Cupid’s body, suddenly a spark, much like lightning emitted from a pair of eyes, penetrated her eyelids; stopping her tongue on the word drop.
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This blog came into existence because the Saccharinist was fatigued with all of the horrible news in the world and the complete lack of honest evaluation of it on a regular basis by anyone in any mainstream or even off-the-cuff-mainstream media. Everyday the news, sadly, is bad.
http://saccharinist.blogspot.com/index.html
This blog came into existence because the Saccharinist was fatigued with all of the horrible news in the world and the complete lack of honest evaluation of it on a regular basis by anyone in any mainstream or even off-the-cuff-mainstream media. Everyday the news, sadly, is bad.
When everyone is Lonely No One is Lonely
I was one of those people who was never lonely, even in loneliness...how I can be lonely when I don’t know the most accessible person that I know. Life did not leave me a moment to be alone with her to know her.
I was one of those people who was never lonely, even in loneliness...how I can be lonely when I don’t know the most accessible person that I know. Life did not leave me a moment to be alone with her to know her.
copied from : the saccharinist
First, the Nobel Prize for Literature went to Orhan Pamuk-- a highly-acclaimed best-selling writer whose most high profile claim to fame has been his condemnation by the Turkish government for being anti-Turkish because he has made a cause for himself (some say merely to gain attention) by preaching that the 1915 genocide of over 1 million Armenians by the Turkish government is a crime that needs to be recognized by the state of Turkey.
I have a question. It's a doozie though, so I don't even know how to phrase it. But the gist of this question, in its general and simplified form, not pertaining to any particular subject, is such:
what are we doing here?
The "what" probably should be capitalized, as should the "we" and the "doing;" that will allow us to avoid religious connotations from the capitalization. The "what" is our state of being, i.e. what is the state of our reality? The "we" is straightforward, and represents our species. In my opinion, however, the core of the question lies in "doing." The "doing" has immediacy of current action, and carries with it intent – also to be considered as planning for future states. We specify the question with the "here," such as: what are we doing (this afternoon for lunch)?
what are we doing here?
The "what" probably should be capitalized, as should the "we" and the "doing;" that will allow us to avoid religious connotations from the capitalization. The "what" is our state of being, i.e. what is the state of our reality? The "we" is straightforward, and represents our species. In my opinion, however, the core of the question lies in "doing." The "doing" has immediacy of current action, and carries with it intent – also to be considered as planning for future states. We specify the question with the "here," such as: what are we doing (this afternoon for lunch)?