Friday, December 14, 2007

“Each time the ground begins to shake under your feet, each time you are no longer sure of the stability of your past experience” Grotowski advised me “go back to your origins, to where you started.”
– Eugenio Barba, Theatre: Solitude, Craft, Revolt, p. 52

But where is our "origins?" Where each of us has started from?" Where did I really come from?

Monday, December 10, 2007


Like unopened envelopes
Tomorrow contains only
Bills of yesterday.
What are we paying for?


Sunday, December 09, 2007


Living in a world
Where nothing comes out of suicide but death
What do you expect me to sell?

Dying in a world
Where all life brings is death
What do you want me to buy?

Don’t cry
It’s your tears
Your weakness
Your naïve sweetness
—what you call moderation—
That makes me sick in my stomach

Wipe you tear and look:
All you can sell is your life
For a very low price
And all you can buy is your death
For even a cheaper price


Shoe bag Vahid © 2007 Goossun Art-illery


Monday, December 03, 2007

The M word!

Just wonder if anyone knows what the name of the teddy bear has become after a teacher in Sudan had been jailed for calling him Mohammad? They didn't like the name and jailed the teacher. So what's the teddy bear's name now?