Living on what you write ...

Means a dream here in Iran. Normally writing will have punishment or at least miseries for the writer. Economically speaking the middle class families who are always the customers including most of intelectuals and people who are in love of the literature can never afford a book a month may be some of'em can but they prefer a sandwich than that or they might not like the new writings specially poetry but the fact is mostly people can not live on writing (You can't go further than 1500 issues that's the law).
Journalists are the exception to the rule as always but journalism does not consider as a profitable business around here...
Worst case are the governmental poetry , Leaders preachers, Oldies, military lovers, Religouse money poets which are always shown and advertised on TV , turned the whole society against what the people beleive as apoet character - Lazy Dirty Old chatterbox - .
Many of us got killed just as they wanted to prove the persian literature as a libertador and society informer.More brave they were than us, more purified , more poet they were (Mokhtary, Pooyandeh Hallowed be thy name ).
But now blogging less brave less gifted it is completely impossible to live on what you write further more you must pay to the publishers in order to publish a book. I am an Electronic engineer the weiredest job for a poet.I see proffesional poets with jobs such as tools shop owner, Advetising assistant,Computer specialist and web programmer.
So many chats to say I Found a beutiful report about the problems and efforts to live on poetry in US. You might find it beutiful. ( They are not in a good mood but better than what we have here)

Living on love, or words to that effect

Where will you start the poem ?

After so long long time of not blogging in English and just after the time that Mr.W started nagging about Iraq, Lonely Ali is blogging the way again!
Where must we start ?

" Oh !
Wish freedom was a tiny song
as tiny as the bird's throat singing "

Freedom , Everybody is talking and were talking about around here Specially my beloved poet BAMDAD.I myself do some poetry about that but I always ask myself what freedom means for real.Tellin' the truth whenever the word freedom comes into my mind I imagine the scene :

" Mellow grass , wet just after the rain in a green country
not mine but not for anybody else
couple of 6 years old child running in barefoot "

You see ?
It is quiet nice when you talk about it but when you come close it vanishes and disapear ...
Blogging at 5PM after the ofice work the lonly Ali is never happy about his world.He is unhappy about his country ,the gone land, He is unhappy about his people and he is unhappy about his world , Where are we going? he asks himself Palestinians kill the Israealies and Israealies kill palestinians but when will the war stop ? When will the inocent killing stop ? When will be a day with no terrorist and no anti-terrorist, no Bush no Bin Laden Day ?
Will we be alive to see the day ?
Will the day come ever ?
I remember the time that I were in grade 2 or 3 of primary school, and we were to write about the man that we wanted to be in future.I wrote the composition about a machine and myself as the operator. The machine which can make kindness and love , and can cure death and sorrow.teacher cried and told me " You will learn things when you get bigger ". I am bigger now , as the operator of the machine I type the kindness and I am trying to cure the death and sorrow . The dark deepen and deepen the kindness means nothing and the death stays alive horrifying and humillating. I Cry, as the teacher did.

Good bye president we want it more deep than a reform !

He can do it , He can not , He is the man of the fate , Do you beleive in fate I do believe , In persian stories most of the people are following their dictated destiny their written future , It was to kill his father for Odipus to kill his son for Rostam and to be humillated and dragged for Khatami.
I am with him, The history is with him, History beleives and does many thing to the heroes but He never forget them !