Monday, January 31, 2005
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Sunday, January 16, 2005
BBC calls this shit "gay bomb." I just wonder what Pope would say about this, or the mullas. Imagine all the beardy soldiers fucking each other in the ass in in the holly town of Karbala. WOW!
Jesper
says: "yeah I read about the fantastic research. The hippies (fuck'em) used to say MakeLove Not War. Now it seems that this slogan oughta be modified to Make War, MakeLove."I had a friend who had an uncle 10 years younger then himself and he would take his uncle to the park for a walk!
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Friday, January 14, 2005
قلاع ِ ایمان
متن هم از لحاظ ِ ادبی اصلا ً مهم نیست. آنچه مهم است دست و پنجه نرم کردن واترز با مضامینی ست که معمولا ً در موسیقی ی ِ راک مورد ِ استفاده قرار نمی گیرد. واترز بدین طریق موسیقی ی ِ راک را به سطحی بسیار جدی ارتقاء داده است .من این متن را محظ ِ تفنن و برای ِ آن ها که انگلیسی نمی دانند ولی به موسیقی ی ِ راجر واترز علاقه دارند ترجمه کرده ام ــ من خودم وقتی انگلیسی بلد نبودم، خوره ی ِ پینک فلوید و واترز بودم و همیشه می خواستم معنای ِ ترانه ها را بدانم.
سروده ی ِ راجر واترز
ترجمه ی ِ وحید عوض زاده__________________________
آه، پسران ِ تنها
در قلعه های ِ ایمان
آه، پسرهای ِ تنها
محبوس ِ قلعه های ِ ایمان ِ خویش
پیغمبر بر بلندی های ِ جولان لم داد و
به شیعیان فرمود:
"این زمین، سرزمین ِ من است."
آه، پسران ِ تنها
و یهوه به پائین ِ دریاچه ی ِ جلیل نگاهی انداخت و گفت:
"دزد! می بینمت.
این زمین، سرزمین ِ من است
و این خاک خاکِ من است
و این هم دار و دسته ام."
آه، پسران ِ تنها
ترسان و لرزان
دنبال ِ قلوه سنگ در باغی
که پس از تاریکی درهایش را به نفرت می بندند.
و پاپ سوار بر خودروی ِ زره پوشش سر رسید،
بر زانو افتاد و بر خاک بوسه زد.
چیزی به لهستانی گفت که من نفهمیدم.
بعدش کسی به کمک پا پیش گذاشت و گفت: "من برایتان ترجمه می کنم
اینست چیزی که عالیجناب فرمودند
"من پیشوا ژزوئید هستم
و این زمین، هم سرزمین ِ عیسا مسیح است
و همینه که هست
و حرفی هم توش نیست.
درود بر مریم ِ مقدس
مادر ِ خدا."
و در نیویورک
تاجری با کت و شلوار ِ موهر
در مرکز تجارت ِ جهانی
پُکی به سیگار ِ برگش زد و گفت:
"عرض شود، واسه من فرق نمی کنه که کی صاحاب ِ ریگ ِ کویره
کار ِ حقیر
با هیدروکربن ِ او زیره."
و دریای ِ نبرد در اطراف ِ قبور ِ کهن خروشیدن گرفت
و مام ِ طبیعت زخم هایش را لیسید.
و پسرها ی ِ تنها، محبوس در قلعه های ِ ایمان
که متشنج بعد از تاریکی در باغ می پلکند...
آه، پسران ِ تنها
در قلعه های ِ ایمان
آه، پسرهای ِ تنها
محبوس ِ قلعه های ِ ایمان ِ خویش.
Labels: ترجمه
Thursday, January 13, 2005
I wonder why Bertel Haarder do not sue the other country in an international court. How dare they having not such problems when Denmark has. Of course it is their problem and not ours. I think Bertel Haarder should be sent to UN in order to convince the other nations to speak Danish. There is no reason why people of all around the world should not speak Danish. I understand Bertel Haarder's feelings, he has the absolute right to pe pissed off with everyone.
By the way, don't you think Bertel Haareder should be the minister of health care too? There are lota of problems there to be solved in there as well. Since he is the most clever man in the world, I think he should.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Note! If you receive some "white powder" sniff it before Wednesday, becuse a second storn is on the way and it might scatter your "white powder", do you hear me Anders Fogh?
"اگر چنين دريالرزه اي در اقيانوس آرام رخ داده بود،شمار قربا نيان بسيار کمتر مي شد، زيرا دولتهاي مجاور اين اقيانوس، بنا به ابتکار ٢ قدرت بزرگ يعني ژاپن و آمريکا، سيستم رديابي و اطلاع رساني اي براه انداخته اند که قبل از حرکت «امواج کشنده» ، اهالي سواحل اقيانوس آرام را خبر دار مي کند و از آنها مي خواهد به پناهگاه ها بشتابند. اما تهيه، به راه اندازي و نگهداري از چنين سيستمي قيمتي سرسام آور دارد."
Monday, January 10, 2005
P.S. I just thought about Mr. Bertel Haarder a bit more and reached this conclusion that his wife probably does not sleep with him and therefore he has time throughout the night-after jerking off-to sit all alone and think of new stupid proposals about the foreigners in Denmark.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
I always though he was a very quite, pasteurized, family-type kind of person. He looks that way.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
For instance he wrote about this Ibsen post of mine:
"There’s something about some of the Nordic writer; there's a cynicism, which probably derives form the dark winter. An the melancholy is - I think - very much a trait to the Nordic people. An American I knew while studying in UK was quite clear about how he perceived the Danes. He knew of two Danes; Kierkegaard and Hamlet. Though the difference of the two characters, they definitely share the melancholy.
Henrik Nordbrandt said of the seasons up North: The year has 16 months: november, december, january, february, march, april, may,jun, july, august, september, oktober, november, november, november, november.
I totally agree. If you ever find a translation of the Danish author Gustav Wied, you'll find more delightful cynicism."
You know what? Fuck it! I'm sick and tired of all this shit.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
My father had a saying for the greedy bastards. He'd say, "the guy fucked his sister and and didn't manage to fuck his mother only because the night was short!" It reminds me of the fucking corporations.
However it is very important and intersting that the very technology of the Internet how has revealed and gave room to the always-hiden life of Iranian society. Although I have been living in Iran for 25 year I can surely say that one hardly could know things that nowadays are known through internet. Subject such s hemosexuality, transexuality, prostitution, druges etc. heve been looked upon totally differently since usage of Internet became so widespread in Iran.
When Joe and Norma (Gloria Swanson) argue and Norma goes upstairs into her room and shut the door after her, camera approaches the door till it riches a close-up of the hole on the door where there should have been a lock, but there isn’t. We surely know that Norma is going to kill herself.
That’s a hell lot of storytelling in the shortest possible way.
"Ella Renthein: It's a diseas there's no help or cure for, you see. The doctors don't know any remedy for it. [...]
Borkman: Oh, but it may take a long time yet, believe me.
Ella Rentheim: It may possibly take the rest of the winter, they told me.
Borkman: Oh well, the winter's pretty long."
I had read this play about ten years ago but then never realized or understood the black humor of this answer. Ibsen has one of the darkest humers ever in here. I think that now that I have been living in the north I can actually graspe this very humor. Because once one lives up here, then one fully understand what pretty long winters means.
