Poet Killing
Poet-killing
By: Payam Fotouhiyehpour (1998)
White shirt of secrets we wash it in Aras wash it in Atrak in Arvand we wash it in Tehran's oozy brooks
Black snow falls on stone and stones the hidden secret white shirt of secrets we wash it in river of fears frights wash it to put it on in stoning time and
Black snow of days falls and poet-killing with the judgment of patience poet-killing with the judgement of stoning poet-killing with the white shirt of secrets in the yellow eyes of deads
A hidden light stays awake for you cries that sad poem from sad text I warn my songs
I'm afraid of bearded women
I'm afraid of bearded women
The cart of bearded lady passes put lips on her lips till lips-sewing with the effort of patience lips-sewing with the effort of stoning I warn my songs
Till you don’t hear the voice of the world out there four bodies waiting to excommunicate white shirt put it on not to hear the voice of the world the silence in the crowd of the world the sin not to hear
White shirt of secrets we wash it in Aras in Atrak Arvand wash it in Tehran's bloody brook's in springs of marasmus
Till you don’t hear the voice of world I warn my songs in the sad text the cart of the bearded lady passes this road with a fire on the head and put lips on her lips till the extermination and
Black snow of days falls and falls from your eyes the sky lonelier than always look till the sky breath look till the sky breath look till the sky breath doesn't remain four bodies wait till the last breath that wouldn’t come till the last breath that wouldn’t come wait I warn my songs
I'm afraid of bearded women am afraid
And wait for the heart of the promised dagger with the last voice of the world poet-killing with the judgement of patience poet-killing with the judgement of stoning poet-killing in a dried out brook in ruin corpse remained for days
You smell and dry out the breath wait
Iron helmet on head and stoned wait
Tighter and tighter the rope and your throat wait
Sewed-lips I warn my songs wait
White shirt of secrets we wash it waters in blood-waters in the perception of ooze wash it in the river of world's songs and
Your eyes are getting eroded but not to dream and but not to dream and but not to dream from dusk to down in the quagmire should be a sinner and should for being of fear
Till the secrets from the frontiers of secrets a road with a fire on head and there four bodies four promised stars kill poet with the judgement of patience poet with the judgement of stoning
From the yellow eyes of the deads I warn my songs
Look
From the cold eyes of the deads I warn
Homelessness with the judgement of patience poet-killing with the judgement of patience
Out there black snow lays on earth and on ooze and city sleeps in fever and coma I warn dreaming
It's poet-killing in your white shirt come with me
It's poet-killing not to hear the voice of the world
It's poet-killing
White shirt of secrets we wash it in Aras wash it in Atrak Arvand wash it in drunken brooks in the piss of the bearded women dreaming the spring we wash it
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Related note:
In 1998 Mohammad Mokhtari (Poet) and Mohammad Jafar Pooyandeh (translator of philosophical texts) have be killed by a band directed by Saeed Emami. He was a deputy of minister of intelligence.
In 1939 Mohammad Farokhi Yazdi (poet) was killed in Reza Shah's prison. His lips were sewed.
In 11 century Amir Hasanak Vazir was kill by stoning while an iron helmet covered his head and face. Also Halaj and many others were stoned.
Aras, Atrak and Arvand are the boundary rivers of Iran. You can find them on map. Aras connect the two ears, Atrak is on the back of the cat and Arvand is south between Iran and Iraq.
… And I obviously love "fugue of death" and Paul Celan.
By: Payam Fotouhiyehpour (1998)
White shirt of secrets we wash it in Aras wash it in Atrak in Arvand we wash it in Tehran's oozy brooks
Black snow falls on stone and stones the hidden secret white shirt of secrets we wash it in river of fears frights wash it to put it on in stoning time and
Black snow of days falls and poet-killing with the judgment of patience poet-killing with the judgement of stoning poet-killing with the white shirt of secrets in the yellow eyes of deads
A hidden light stays awake for you cries that sad poem from sad text I warn my songs
I'm afraid of bearded women
I'm afraid of bearded women
The cart of bearded lady passes put lips on her lips till lips-sewing with the effort of patience lips-sewing with the effort of stoning I warn my songs
Till you don’t hear the voice of the world out there four bodies waiting to excommunicate white shirt put it on not to hear the voice of the world the silence in the crowd of the world the sin not to hear
White shirt of secrets we wash it in Aras in Atrak Arvand wash it in Tehran's bloody brook's in springs of marasmus
Till you don’t hear the voice of world I warn my songs in the sad text the cart of the bearded lady passes this road with a fire on the head and put lips on her lips till the extermination and
Black snow of days falls and falls from your eyes the sky lonelier than always look till the sky breath look till the sky breath look till the sky breath doesn't remain four bodies wait till the last breath that wouldn’t come till the last breath that wouldn’t come wait I warn my songs
I'm afraid of bearded women am afraid
And wait for the heart of the promised dagger with the last voice of the world poet-killing with the judgement of patience poet-killing with the judgement of stoning poet-killing in a dried out brook in ruin corpse remained for days
You smell and dry out the breath wait
Iron helmet on head and stoned wait
Tighter and tighter the rope and your throat wait
Sewed-lips I warn my songs wait
White shirt of secrets we wash it waters in blood-waters in the perception of ooze wash it in the river of world's songs and
Your eyes are getting eroded but not to dream and but not to dream and but not to dream from dusk to down in the quagmire should be a sinner and should for being of fear
Till the secrets from the frontiers of secrets a road with a fire on head and there four bodies four promised stars kill poet with the judgement of patience poet with the judgement of stoning
From the yellow eyes of the deads I warn my songs
Look
From the cold eyes of the deads I warn
Homelessness with the judgement of patience poet-killing with the judgement of patience
Out there black snow lays on earth and on ooze and city sleeps in fever and coma I warn dreaming
It's poet-killing in your white shirt come with me
It's poet-killing not to hear the voice of the world
It's poet-killing
White shirt of secrets we wash it in Aras wash it in Atrak Arvand wash it in drunken brooks in the piss of the bearded women dreaming the spring we wash it
______________________________
Related note:
In 1998 Mohammad Mokhtari (Poet) and Mohammad Jafar Pooyandeh (translator of philosophical texts) have be killed by a band directed by Saeed Emami. He was a deputy of minister of intelligence.
In 1939 Mohammad Farokhi Yazdi (poet) was killed in Reza Shah's prison. His lips were sewed.
In 11 century Amir Hasanak Vazir was kill by stoning while an iron helmet covered his head and face. Also Halaj and many others were stoned.
Aras, Atrak and Arvand are the boundary rivers of Iran. You can find them on map. Aras connect the two ears, Atrak is on the back of the cat and Arvand is south between Iran and Iraq.
… And I obviously love "fugue of death" and Paul Celan.
posted by Payam Fotouhiyehpour at 9:45 AM
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