Mad or creative ?
Like many,I'm always so busy.I homeschool,I write,I'm passionate,meaning there's always something that drives me or compels to have a good rant(on paper).
I have 2 gorgeous,lovely,bright children who constantly require my attention.We also bake,cook,experiment..A lot of fun,but it can be totally exhausting.
When I go to bed,I still have so many ideas swirling in my head,I find it really hard to switch off.I lay there,dog-tired,wishing for sle (...)
The Conflict in Darfur and the Western Medias
I want first of all to thank the anti-genocide coalition for inviting in Swartmore. I must thank the Ash Center of Ethnopolitical Studies in Philadelphia and Katie Ashmore.
I’m really pleased to visit your campus to know more about you and your commitment against Sudan atrocities. I have also noticed that this admirable interest is not limited with Sudan but extended to other countries like Congo or Burma. Coming back recently from Tibet, I (...)
Collecting Fine Art
Art News released in its summer issue the new 2009 list of 200 art collectors. This year Roman Abramovich the Russian billionaire has entered the top 10 in the first position. He purchased Francis Bacon's Triptych for US$86.3 million (€61.4 million) (a record price for a post-war work of art) and Lucian Freud's Benefits Supervisor Sleeping for US$33.6 million (€23.9 million) (a record price for a work by a living artist). He has also opened an (...)
Winter, nearly over
Golden light, finally
filters through the naked trees.
Ground still hard,
but life is poking through
Gingerly, with trepidation.
Fine green shoots of hope and promise.
Crocus, snowdrop, daffodils,
Tiny fingers reaching for the sky
From the secret womb of the earth.
Their message is one of renewal,
the cycle of life beginning again,
Heralding the softer breath of Spring.
he told me he would leave for the party
he said he felt bad about it and asked me
i told him to go or stay, it didn't matter
i had to sleep at some point anyway
but he stayed
not for me or because
not for the night, wet and silent beyond the big window
he stayed for his own pleasure
for a piece of him that was already mine
as i did when he collected his clothes
embarrassed by his pettiness
by the look of me sate (...)
Woman, women out of earth Thirsty lips, seeking for water Faraway, there were just sky &tree What are these suffers for? Is there any ability to reach water? Water behind boarders Fish are fastened Lonely tired hands, but effortful Training, seeking, growing And this woman is the one lasts…
"Woman"by Neda Darzi-Oct 2002
The Anguished knight
The pleasure is mine whispered the knight to himself
as he gallantly lifted his bow
The arrow was plucked with his tender touch
as he patiently aimed at his foe.
At lightning speed and a soft moan from his throat
He knew he had drawn first blood.
In the darkness that followed, torment and despair
were there at the path that he chose
What lay ahead could not be seen by himself or others in tow
Would the loss be his alone to carry
or wo (...)
With delicate wings of frosty light,
my heart soars into greater hights
in a frail dream of angelic blue skies.
Like the winds of the Cyclades
suddenly falling from clear blue skies
furiously running over open seas
your music just turned my world into
a fierce turmoil of boiling waves
In the distance - a new horizon...