Comments about Ali Alizadeh
Listening To Michael Jackson In Tehran After Azar Nafisi
Smuggled across the fierce chasm
between us and the US, and then
hidden, stuffed between Farsi
and Science textbooks in my school
bag, the illegal and sacrilegious
cassette-tape of Thriller, ready for
revelation to the sheepish, ignorant
kids on the bus to my primary school
in war-stricken Tehran. My plan:
to expose the forbidden thing, exhibit
my courage, rebelliousness, etc. Autumn
of ’83, desperate for attention/approval
from the other kids. My copy of
dangerous Western “art” would
unsettle the boring, ...
You, domain of debris and ash;
whose fire constructed your black towers?
In whose excited furnace fire
and fiery science dared to collude?
Which architect designed your walls