Sunday, April 29, 2012



My creation...

Inspired by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, "Ceiling"....

It's wonderful...........

I created you while I was happy, while I was sad,
with so many incidents, so many details.
And, for me, the whole of you has been transformed into feeling....

— C. P. Cavafy, from “In the Same Space

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Simple....


"All the earth has turned to sky

are flowers neither why nor how
when is now and which is Who

and i am you are i am we"

In The Same Sapce



The setting of houses, caf├ęs, the neighborhood
that I’ve seen and walked through years on end:

I created you while I was happy, while I was sad,
with so many incidents, so many details.

And, for me, the whole of you has been transformed into feeling.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Perfections

ONLY themselves understand themselves, and the like of themselves,
As Souls only understand Souls.
~Walt Whitman 

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Little piece of Jonathan Safran Foer's "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" Novel

   I read the first chapter of A Brief History of Time when Dad was still alive, and I got increadibly heavy boots about how relatively insignificant life is, and how compared to the universe and compared to time, it didn't even matter if I existed at all.  When Dad was tucking me in that night and we were talking about the book, I asked if he could think of a solution to that problem.  "Which problem?"  "The problem of how relatively insignificant we are."  He said, "Well, what would happen if a plane dropped you in the middle of the Sahara Desert and you picked up a single grain of sand with tweezers and moved it one millimeter?"  I said, "I'd probably die of dehydration."  He said, "I just mean right then, when you moved that single grain of sand.  What would that mean?"  I said, "I dunno, what?"  He said, "Think about it."  I thought about it.  "I guess I would have moved one grain of sand."  "Which would mean?"  "Which would mean I moved a grain of sand?"  "Which would mean you changed the Sahara."  "So?"  "So?  So the Sahara is a vast desert.  And it has existed for millions of years.  And you changed it!"  "That's true!"  I said, sitting up.  "I changed the Sahara!"  "Which means?"  he said.  "What?  Tell me."  "Well I'm not talking about painting the Mona Lisa  or curing cancer.  I'm just talking about moving that one grain of sand one millimeter."  "Yeah?"  "If you hadn't done it, human history would have been one way..."  "Uh-huh?"  "But you did do it, so...?"  I stood on the bed, pointing one of my fingers at the fake stars, and screamed: "I changed the course of human history!"  "That's right."  "I changed the universe!"  "You did." "I'm God!"  "You're an atheist."  "I don't exist!"  I feel back onto the bed, into his arms, and we cracked up together.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Misunderstood Rose


I can feel you far away.
Your hesitation matching mine.
Sadness left us as the residue of uncompromising love,
Between the blind seeking adoration of bright doorways.
And sweet melodic voices dispersed by the wind crested in the park.
I can feel you far away with your earth blue eyes,
Catching the waves of unknown oceans not born,
Harvesting the sea Of torn lullaby's in the skies.
Your grief matching mine.
Touching glasses,
Toasting the totality of all time
When lovers fought behind the lines of red wine pouring from the gashes left behind
By the sweet pedals
of a Misunderstood Rose.


~ Serj Tankian