Back To "Running Days"

Wednesday and Friday, 10 km and some room for improvement.
Wednesday: "From Oceans To Autumn" and "Daylight Dies"
Friday: "God Is an Astronaut" and "Joy Wants Eternity"

My Nowruz And My Friends of Gloom

It's true, I'm  busy these days, wasting my time and energy somewhere devoid of any delicate artful merit, but that doesn't mean i don't follow my dear friends, and pursue some precious obsessions. Holistic doctrine dictates some extra features to your life which apparently doesn't help your everyday life affair but serve the ultimate picture which i still faithfully cherish. So, I'm not the  ignorant preppy who looks after himself and himself only. No, no, no... that's not and won't be my area of interest. I care and I care vividly about issues that are not directly related to my interest. In the marrow of my spirit i feel the pain of the suppressed, the ones that the system has failed. I am the one who never celebrated a feast naturally in a delightful mood. The reason always remained masked interwoven into its mystic intangible fabrics. 

So here remain the old repeated questions:  "What's the use of all this?", "What's the point in the long frustrating path some choose?"... These are the first questions one must elicit. Otherwise death slowly encircles hope down into the well of despair. 

Pedram, April 2013

Sowilo Rune

Who sleep shall, awake. .
Greeting the shadows from the sun.

Who sleep shall awake. .
Watching the thunder of our lives.

Waiting for the moment to arrive.
Show us the silence in the rise.

So that we may.
Someday understand...

Lord Summerisle: "Now, those children out there, they're jumping through the flames in the hope that the god of the fire will make them fruitful. Really, you can't blame them. After all, what girl would not prefer the child of a god to that of some acne-scarred artisan?"

Sergeant Howie: "And you encourage them in this?"

Lord Summerisle: "Actively! It's most important to teach new generation born of Summerisle be made aware that here the old gods aren't dead."

Sergeant Howie: "And what of the true God? To whose glory churches and monasteries have been built on these islands for generations past? Now shall what of Him?"

Lord Summerisle: "Oh, He's dead. He can't complain. He had his chance and in modern parlance. 
Blew it."

Agalloch

Three Weeks at Consolidation Phase

Walking 5 km on fridays
Listening to Swallow The Sun and my mighty Evoken.

Clearance

These six weeks have been tense but I made an enormous effort to keep myself in line. It was necessary to show some character; it was essential to decide a mature attitude toward my life and career. Now I anticipate everyday, a new challenge, a problem and beyond that; a  hope for a perpetual growth.  

Jubilant Ghost Floating on Silent River

It's about face

his face 

Which vanished in time

It's about existence 

His existence

which vaporized in a second

and I still dream

of the day sky wept blackest tears

A soul saddened dressed as knight

Inside,

A jubilant ghost redeemed 

To overwhelm my sanity

Forever and ever

Pedram, Feb 2013

نگاتیو

 !استاد محترم

  از شما بسیار آموختم و حتی اگر کلمه ای هم آموخته بودم دست شما را می    بوسیدم

 !با این که با من غیر انسانی برخورد کردید، برایتان احترام فراوانی قایل هستم

 !با این که به من توهین کردید ، برایتان احترام قایل هستم

با این که باوجود 20 ماه کاردر مجموعه ی علمی شما ،اجازه ی پرسیدن حتی یک  سوال را هم نیافتم

 ...با این که به دلیل نقایص ارکان دیگر دستگاه شما من توبیخ شدم

 !از شما ترشرویی دیدم و خوشرویی را آموختم

 !از شما نفرت دیدم و مهربانی را آموختم

 !از شما تحقیر زیردست را دیدم و احترام به همنوع را آموختم

 .آموختم رفتار تحقیرآمیز ،تنها فرهنگ چاپلوسی را گسترش میدهد

.آموختم چرا کشور من در این وضعیت علمی قرار دارد

 !آموختم چرا این همه نبوغ ،نوآوری و از همه مهم تر عشق نابود می شود

 !آموختم نژادپرستی چه معضل بزرگی در سرزمین من است

 ! آموختم انسان می تواند عقده های کودکی راتا انتهای زندگی حمل کند 

 ،برای شما احترام زیادی قایل هستم

 !به نام آن چه بیشتر از من و شما عمر می کند   

یادواره

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طنز رادیو  جلوی غم را نمی گرفت

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