Back to scribbling...
Planning to embark on a new phase of intellectual endeavor.
I have a constellation of highly-varying interests, they are all so dear to me and I am so attached to them. Intellect is the name of the game and I have been in this line for a long long time. Never liked the shallow life and the dull routine. It's good to add dimensions to your understanding of the world and expand your perception. To reach a point where you embrace new ideas and reach a dynamic perceptive platform. The true drive for knowledge topple every dogma and overrule every selfish ego! The true drive is not an ephemeral passion which oscillates monthly with one's mood and gradually extinguishes!
It's a great responsibility and I want to stand by what I think is correct! For a cause I stood, bled and sweat! Few steps I took, so many steps ahead to a beautiful future of unknown!
Pedram
July 2017
Monday, July 31, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Friday, February 10, 2017
To Anna and Nico
It was Night, Total, Cold and Abhorrent!
Life like feeble sun rays poured into my veins!
Life like feeble sun rays poured into my veins!
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
به مرگ می اندیشم, به زندگی عشق می ورزم!
.جهانم محفوف با ترس.
دوستان خوبی دارم... نازاده
لبخند بر لب دارم
و می جنگم
با همه ی آن چه نیستی را نمایندگی می کند.
قلبم پر اندوه
از خنده هایی که می توانست باشد
از دست هایی که می توانستند باشند
از همدلی هایی که در زندگیم نبودند
با این همه
با قلبی ادوهگین و اندیشه ای آزاد
به زندگی باز می پیوندم
به زندگی عشق می ورزم
به این فرصت مغتنم
همه ی این نفرت پراکنی ها وعشق های دریغ شده
همه ی این دوستان بزک کرده و مردنمایان نامرد
همه ی برادری های نداشته
همه ی این تلاش ها و ناکامی ها
همه ی مرگ ها و پرستش های مرگ
مر ا بیش تر به خودم برگرداند
مرا بیشتر شیفته ی زندگی کرد
سوم آذر1394
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Tuesday, 6 January 2015
The true stern test of character are afoot. I need to stand up and act! Writing has been a part of the therapy for my mind; a way to organize thoughts and redefine the meanings I deal with on a daily basis. The very mundane and petty matters are of course a part of this regular daily scribbles. Sharing is something which is a generous act and in the mean time it's invading the privacy as long as your are not applying pseudonyms. Hence it affects the style, the content and lead to a censoring (consciously or unconsciously) which will oppose the main logic of writing. Maybe someday I find easiness in sharing the notes.
Friday, May 30, 2014
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Modus Operandi
Massacre
With machete
Create death
With distrust
Soil
The green
All yours.
The adored ones
Dead
Buried
I know no world without them
I spend my days exhuming.
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