Three poems by Nader Naderpour, a poet of the sun, translated, introduced and analyzed by Rouhollah Zarei. With a view to increasing cross-cultural interaction and introducing readers to contemporary poetry from different parts of the world, Transnational Literature has included a small guest editor in the poetry section, curated by – and in part. We are pleased to have award-winning poet and mover of Singapore's literary scene, Cyril Wong, as our guest editor in this issue.
From the caning of Michael Fay, an American citizen, for theft and vandalism in 1994, to the fierce prosecution of teenage blogger, Amos Yee, on charges of hate speech (he was later granted asylum in the States in 2017), Singapore has remained. more or less the same country – full of oppressive bite, but supported by a population largely pragmatic about maintaining the status quo (while venting online about the minutiae of train crashes, ministerial bluffs and rising costs of living). They are deeply personal; the voices come from different cultural contexts; and the poems show an inevitable back-and-forth movement between the dignity of the particular and the realm of the numinous. The poet for whom the poet is but an image among images; who crosses the mountain of the ego and never looks back;.
Tension builds on the successful development of nuclear capabilities. Performance artist jailed for mud on flag at Venice Biennale The most educated country in the world. I don't worry about this and that anymore but I do them and I don't care anyway because since I've been here = One Diwali when I was so exhausted I closed my eyes without falling asleep while everyone was talking in the daytime room and I heard everything, but I didn't 'don't react because it's a choice I didn't have to make, to do it because of my own conditioning=People feel bad for me;. John Taylor: Tell me you saw that line in the sky. or I may be wrong, John Taylor;. maybe i'm just seeing things but john taylor put me at ease. that though the dead are just around the corner, you still believe in the water, John Taylor, and its passage across the blue space above you, the white light, clear and shining above your office.
The smell of rain this early evening hangs in the air. http://fhrc.flinders.edu.au/transnational/home.html.
Pooja Nansi
What Now Old Woman
Noorhaqmal Mohamed Noor
Jalan Ibadat (Al-Firdaus Mosque)
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I could see this hill every morning from my apartment window, so the poem's subtitle is a modest, even wordless salute to Hokusai's '100 Views of Mount Fuji' paintings. The poem moves through other 'views' of the city that I have experienced in the past months: the train. Express' could be considered a more standard 'travel' song as it is about a journey, in this case via the Arctic Express, which we boarded in Stockholm and disembarked in Abisko, north of the Arctic Circle in Lapland.
Although, more than the other two here and a number of others I've written, it's about traveling through a new landscape for the poem's narrator, I hope it also presents a sense of the ordinary, domestic and industrial life that happens along the way as well, along with the fact that the travelers in the poem are actually quite sick (indeed, we were and should not have undertaken this journey at all). In sum, I hope that a sense of cultural and bodily displacements within the ordinary, or ordinary within the new or.
Approaching the Magic Number
Laundromat Near the Corner of Passage Alexandrine
Arctic Express
About Roots
Ghazal for The Sisters of Mercy *
Kali
In Memoriam
Scaffold
Translator of Hope
With the exception of one book, in all other books of poetry the sun is used figuratively on many occasions. So Naderpour can safely be called a poet of the sun with no rival in modern Persian poetry. Leaving aside numerous literal uses of the sun, there are more than a hundred figurative takes on it, including personification, Naderpour's favorite trope, similes, and metaphorical and symbolic representations of the sun.
The titles of ten poems contain the word sun and there are one hundred and nine poems in which the sun appears in figurative terms. Both at home and abroad he thought of the sun although his attitude towards the sun was subject to time and place. The personification of the sun in sixty-five poems clearly shows how close the sun was to his heart.
The poet in his youth has a very positive attitude towards a personified happy sun, but in his old age when he is far from his motherland, he is deprived of the laughing sun that appears in many of his poems. You Night Demon kills the Sun Angel I don't want her on the roof in the morning.1. However, when he portrays the beloved, even the negative sun of autumn becomes soothing as in "Sketch." The sun is sometimes a way to help create the image of the beloved as in "Impatient", but in "The Sun's Blood" the personified sun prepares nature for the lovers to do their business.
Occasionally the sun is involved in erotic and sexual scenes, and the speaker is the witness. The rising and setting of the sun represented the ebb and flow of the poet's fortunes. It is no surprise that the poet clairvoyantly speaks for the sun: "The smiling sun called me 'The Poet'."2.
Noon: every bead of sweat drips the sweet drops of summer off her body, her breasts like soft doves' throats throbbing hard against her shirt. You bare the paradise of my fantasy, fill the cup of my clear poetry. The gentle wind like morning birds touched his limbs, the drunkenness had robbed him of his composure.
A Chance Meeting’ by Rabindranath Tagore
