آزادی؟سخن یا عمل؟آنچه انجام میدهید با آنچه تصور انجام دادنش را داشتید بسیار متفاوت است؛ چرا؟از برای آن که تصور آزادی هم زندانی کردن آزادیست. میدانستید؟شاید میدانستید!ولی نمیدانید پس باید برای بدست آوردن آزادی باید چه کرد؟باید چه کرد؟چه باید کرد؟یک کلام و گذاره کوچکی از بیان آزادی ، زندگی کردن و زنده ماندن برای زمانی هر چند بیشتر کوچک انتقامی است که میتوان از اسارت و توامان اسارت آزادی گرفت .اما وقتی به آزادی خواهیم رسید که نفس آخر زندگیمان باشد .پس باید مرد؟نه اما آزادی و آزادگی توامان با مرگ است ولی زندگی و زندگانی در پس هر سایه ای هم جایز نیست.حقیقت انکار ناپذیر آن است که ما به دنیا آمده ایم تا بمیریم .اما مگر مردن عین تصور مرگ نیست؟ما آزادیم اگر بتوانیم بهترین پاسخ را به سوال بالا بدهیم.پاسخ هایی فرای منطق و در عین حال لپ واقعیت و حقیقت.شاید شما هم مثل من گیج و دگرگون باشید. اما باید بدانید گیجی و گنگی اولین مرحله آزادی است .همچو کودکی که پای به دنیای ما میگذارد؛ ما نیز پا به ورطه ازادی خواهیم گذاشت.حال باز سوالی دارم.آزادی چیست؟ ادامه مطلب

دستم تنهاست نیا میمونی تا آخر پیشم. برو چو ابر سریع . شب پشت به ستاره نک زد برو عزیز من. دیگر دیر است برای با هم بودن ! درخواست اخر من ابر تاره برو عزیز من همچو تیرگی ناپایدار این شب برو ! نگذار بیاید آفتاب و من آفتاب گردان زیبایی شهوت انگیزت شوم. برو با این شب شوم برو. شاید باری این آخر شب، آخر تنهاییم شود. برو تا اسیر کمند ابرو و گیج زلفت نشدم. سرنوشت من سرنوشت شوم شب است. آسمان شب ادامه مطلب

گاومشت حسن بسیار پیر و فرسوده شده بود روزی از روزگار مشت حسن با گاو به چرا رفت.ژاله به همراه ژیما عاشق دیدن چرای گاومشت حسن بودند.اما آن روزنه خبری از گاو بود ، نه اثری از مشت حسن.زن مشت حسن پری چهره خاتون که به مانند ماه روز 14 رنگ پریده و پرَو ، بی محل و فضول بود.البته که مشت حسن عاشق زنش بود و حاادامه مطلب

تا چند وقت پیش ساعت 1:30 سر شب بود!

A TIME FOR EVERYTHING.—When man assigned a sex to all
things, he did not believe that he was merely playing; but [012]
he thought, on the contrary, that he had acquired a profound
insight:—it was only at a much later period, and then only partly,
that he acknowledged the enormity of his error. In the same
way, man has attributed a moral relationship to everything that

exists, throwing the cloak of ethical significance over the world'
shoulders. One day all that will be of just as much value, and no
more, as the amount of belief existing to-day in the masculinity
or femininity of the sun

AGAINST THE FANCIFUL DISHARMONY OF THE SPHERES.—We must
once more sweep out of the world all this false grandeur, for it
is contrary to the justice that all things about us may claim. And
for this reason we must not see or wish the world to be more
disharmonic than it is!

Waiting For The Miracleby Leonard Cohen Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time, I waited half my life away. There were lots of invitations and I know you sent me some, but I was waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. I know you really loved me. but, you see, my hands were tied. I know it must have hurt you, it must have hurt your pride to have to stand beneath my window with your bugle and your drum, and me I'm up there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Ah I don't believe you'd like it, You wouldn't like it here. There ain't no entertainment and the judgements are severe. The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Waiting for the miracle There's nothing left to do. I haven't been this happy since the end of World War II. Nothing left to do when you know that you've been taken. Nothing left to do when you're begging for a crumb Nothing left toادامه مطلب

چه میگذرد بر دل من؟چه میشود بر من؟به است گویم چه شد بر من ؟نه به است گویم که ام من ؟گر خیس میکند قطره اشکی صورت نادانسته من.گر رقصی به زیبایی ابدیت میزند تازیانه بغض بر گلوی من.گر ابر بهار دلم از آسمان دلم با چشم ، به صورتم تازیانه ی باران شور ؛میزند.گر ،گر من و ز گرم مینگرد به گریان چشمان تنهای من.گر من از سر حسرت یا شادی ...گر سالیان است چشمانم به سان دریای بیکرن....گر....تو بمان با من ای تنها دوست....تو بمان با من.چه میشود بر من ،نمیدانم ؟ چه بوده بر من ،این را نیز ...من به آغوش گرمایت سردم ؛ تو بمان .بمان ای تو که در عنان داری دل من.بمان تو بمان ؛ای منِ من. فردین فادامه مطلب

دستم تنهاست نیا میمونی تا آخر پیشم. برو چو ابر سریع . شب پشت به ستاره نک زد برو عزیز من. دیگر دیر است برای با هم بودن ! درخواست اخر من ابر تاره برو عزیز من همچو تیرگی ناپایدار این شب برو ! نگذار بیاید آفتاب و من آفتاب گردان زیبایی شهوت انگیزت شوم. برو با این شب شوم برو. شاید باری این آخر شب، آخر تنهاییم شود. برو تا اسیر کمند ابرو و گیج زلفت نشدم. سرنوشت من سرنوشت شوم شب است. آسمان شب است و هم ، من؛جغد شوم شب. (این دل نوشته به قولی نرسیده و ناکامله.اما زمان گذاشتنش تو صفحه فرا رسیده.امیدوارم از خوندنش لذت ببرید.) فردین فاتح اردیبهشت 95ادامه مطلب

بخش اولIMr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, butwas too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. With the ring of light fromhis lante dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked off hisboots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in thescullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring.As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there was a stirring and afluttering all through the farm buildings. Word had gone round during the daythat old Major, the prize Middle White boar, had had a strange dream on theprevious night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It had beenagreed that they should all meet in the big ba as soon as Mr. Jones was safelyout of the way. Old Major (so he was always called, though the name underwhich he had been exhibited was Willingdon Beauty) was so highly regarded onthe farm that everyone was quite ready to lose an hour’s sleep in ordeادامه مطلب

Katara (voice over): Water... Earth... Fire... Air... My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar mastered all four elements. Only he could stop the ruthless firebenders. But when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years have passed and the Fire Nation is nearing victory in the war. Two years ago, my father and the men of my tribe joueyed to the Earth Kingdom to help fight against the Fire Nation, leaving me and my brother to look after our tribe. Some people believe that the Avatar was never rebo into the Air Nomads and that the cycle is broken, but I haven't lost hope. I still believe that somehow the Avatar will retu to save the world. Act I (The show opens with an overhead shot of iceberg laden waters. The screen pans left and rotates showing footprints in thادامه مطلب

CHELSEA HOTEL by Leonard Cohen I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet, giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the street. Those were the reasons and that was New York, we were ruing for the money and the flesh. And that was called love for the workers in song probably still is for those of them left. Ah but you got away, didn't you babe, you just tued your back on the crowd, you got away, I never once heard you say, I need you, I don't need you, I need you, I don't need you and all of that jiving around. I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel you were famous, your heart was a legend. You told me again you preferred handsome men but for me you would make an exception. And clenching your fist for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music." And then you got away, didn't you babe... I don't mean to suggest that Iادامه مطلب