The Arabic language

loves long sentences,

and long wars.

It loves never-ending songs

and late nights

and weeping over ruins.

It loves working

for a long life

and a long death.

 

--Dunya Michail--

دسترسی محدود است

هر جا پا می گذاری دسترسی محدود است

.

پا می گذاری بر زمین

.

                                          پا بر زمین

نگذار

.

                                         این سرزمین هم مال ما نیست

.

تمام

.

 

 

I feel disconnected,

         I thought about death, I thought about you, and my mom.

Today for the first time I biked without my hands holding the handles, I opened my hands, fearfully, till I lost my balance. But the point was not finding the balance, it was being comfortable when unbalance. I was thinking about you. Your short red hair, and big teeth.

I really liked your big teeth. I loved kissing them with my teeth.

I am still disconnected, from my words, from the language.

I am loosing language.

What language?

                          A lnaguage

 

I want to write about a hill, a big red hill over a city but I only have an image. No words, no lines. It is not only a hill. It is an afternoon, with music, two people sitting on a bench down the hill. It is not only a hill, people have been murdered here, early mornings, when we were sleeping. Right here, where I imagine I am standing, lies a body. Lies your body. I am holding your body and running down the hill, I lost you one early morning.  I woke up and I knew you were gone. I feel rusty. My teeth are rusty. I got a big scar on my right leg, you have not seen it. It looks like Chile. It is long and brown, it has a tiny little island as well.

                                           You said, I lie. I think you are wrong.

                                           I think, sometimes you can not tell the difference between a truth and a lie.

      A LIE.

LIE.

I can never find the truth. The truth about wars, about stars, moon and why we were born.

The truth is I have never seen a dinosaur.

                                                   A DINOSAUR.

If I brush my teeth, you will not go away. You are between my teeth, right here. Like a cavity. I should break my teeth to get rid of you. Bad teeth.

The truth is I wont break my teeth.

                                                                                                                                                         Here.

                                                                         you

                                                                         I feel disconnected from you.

 

  SAIC class of 2014 walked the stage! I can not believe I came such a long journey.. In the commencement ceremony Theaster Gates talked about greatness, and what greatness means.  Trying to be internally motivated and not making art based on the market and its appreciation, is what an artist should remind himself/herself every day.

 

SAIC class of 2014 walked the stage! I can not believe I came such a long journey.. In the commencement ceremony Theaster Gates talked about greatness, and what greatness means.  Trying to be internally motivated and not making art based on the market and its appreciation, is what an artist should remind himself/herself every day.

  "Risky Encounters" at 6018 North Gallery, 2014 There are some moments that you never plan for, they just happen.

 

"Risky Encounters" at 6018 North Gallery, 2014

There are some moments that you never plan for, they just happen.