Aral Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Aral

Am sunk in a sofa
-with many stories
-recalling my childhood
-almost four and bare-foot,
-black pants, short hair and a white shirt

In front and not far is a rock
-Mozhmozheh sits on it
-it is a large lizard; feel scared to smile

"It doesn't have teeth and will count yours…"
-I am told
-"…envies you, complains to our God…"
-the rest now obscure, but not then!

Have a film on TV with a wide screen
-as learner of movies and edit
-have to watch whatever can help me
-in writing and lens set, directing the angle,
-and frame and stage, with light set

Yes, true, am open to the soap opera to porno
-but rarely
-emphasis is on the artistic to use them as a text

My favour is from soviet, then and now
-they are rich in cultures, and faces of actors
-Bombay-like directors have guts, are crazy
-in time they create false movements
-a flag, or a bird dance in wind, suddenly
-distract from fault, a trick…

I enjoy watching the "Waiting for sea"
-story is about Aral Sea
- (No more lives…)
-like Urumieh, Bakhtegan and Hamoon in Iran
-they had fish and sailed ships but now paths for camels
-feel myself hear and repeat the "Море кормилo нас"
-waters died thanks to the Yankees and the Brits
-and their likes with chimneys and sewage pollution
-this movie is must watch for White House…