Biography of Janri Gogeshvili
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…As I have mentioned before, the mysteries that help us to apprehend the esoteric wisdom, deserve some warmth and love, as well as the views remained as inactive dogmas, need perfection in the intellectual space and careful arrangement in the active maxims.
Janri A. Gogeshvili - Georgian Writer, born in 1946
Janri Gogeshvili's Works:
The list of the books published:
'The Refugee from Dreamland.' P. H. 'Merani', 1982;
'The Hire.' Collected stories. P. H. 'Nakaduli',1984;
'Mimicry.' A satirical-comic collection. P. H. 'N. B,1984;
'The Lot of Yours.' A drama. The Methodical Center of the Ministry of Culture,1984;
'Love Ennobles Us', 'Grasshopper Assault.' Two plays. 'The Methodical Center of the Ministry of Culture' 1985;
'White Wall' (novel) , publishing house 'Merani',1987;
'Playing Yoga' A satirical-comic collection. 'N.B.' 1990;
'The Herald of Dawn', 'The One You Pursue.' Two novels. P. H. 'Merani' 1991;
'The Crematory of Love.' A novel. P. H. 'The Cubs will Grow up',1992;
'Sweet Souls of the Insane.' A novel. P. H. 'The Cubs will Grow up',1995;
'Good-for-Nothing.' A rhyme. 'The Educational-Missionary Fund',2003;
'Go Ahead! ' A play (a sad comedy) . 'The Educational-Missionary Fund',2004
'From Dream into Reality.' Collected poems 2010
My poems in Georgian _ http: //jg-janrigogeshvili-gogejanr.blogspot.com/2011/04/poetry-janri-gogeshvili_5195.html
My poems in Russian _ http: //zhurnal.lib.ru/g/gogeshwili_d/
Janri Gogeshvili Poems
! At Last It Is Revealed…
It is revealed at last That the downright Have a helper, That a needy and poor man
Flirtation In The Internet Space
The bonfire of amours is burning… Pun, emotion, and fire… A stranger is winged by virtual kisses, And by the distant desire.
= Wear Your Mourning Attire…
Go ahead, and call upon the new hopes, Slake their thirst with the nectar. Who needs woman’s eyes, Full of malice and vice?
Go ahead! Assault the space, Tear up the tangles of your fate. Your diligence will bear fruit, If you’re kind to the untrue mate…
High Time We Went To Our Harbor…
A travesty with a grotesque indication It’s time we stripped off our garments, And attired in our own sins…
/ All Hail To The Purple Race
All hail to the purple race That flutters from heaven And the space beyond. It is to bestow mercy
* Life Was Dozing, The Lady-Bird Flew Ov...
The world was dozing, It was tired and worn. “Man is supported by man, A fence – by blackthorn! ”
At The Gates Of The Pain
The lust for search lay in ambush, Awaiting the space-time, And snatched the boundless love From the second – from the while.
Hold In High Respect The Virtue Bestowed...
Hold in high respect… with ardor The inward customs and order, The virtue bestowed on you – The dear and sacred gift…
A Hungry Man Darns His Dreams
A drama with lyrical affection The cold draft bursts into the house, It freezes, winter bangs on the doors,
His Voice Has Always Been Impressive…
He lost his way, and finding it, Finds no abode… life’s cruel… He again wants to find the way, And he rebels against the rule…
At First Sight You Seem Lonesome
To the unknown brother-in arms You fight against your own body, You crave for training your will,
A Rascal Weaves Selfish Thoughts
A worthless man demands justice, Complains of his misery to God, Of those who, cause him trouble… He forgets that he is a fraud.
Don’t Be Lazy About Living, My Child…
He is born exhausted and tired, He wishes to go back, to retire. He is born with a shadow of vague sadness. And appears a space – empty and helpless…
He Stops On His Way…
He seeks all those who were lost,
All those, who had left him.
Many remained just toastmasters,
Some fell down from the hill…
He seeks all those who were lost,
All those having lost the sense of beauty,
Who fled hard times, ran away…
But linger about and stop on their way…