sung by childrensouls
against the walls of gray concrete-giants
experienced in rooms for the dying
kept quiet about, suppressed
in between freshly made beds
who is talking of the big truth –
so humble have we become
Edition Farangis. From a vegan poets diary.
LIGHTNING SPARKLES in
Lightning sparkles in beetle souls
bird souls fox souls
dog souls cat souls
tiger souls elephant souls
Lightning sparkles in all living beings
huge lightning sparkles firework
what god prescribes
radio silence to you?
Farangis Yegane: Wohnlabyrinth, Edition Farangis, 2007
What strikes me so weird is, that most people don’t seem authentic to me. And the ones that do seem authentic, might not understand what I’d like to bring across. I am only here to do what I personally can do and say what I think. I insist on being critical! Even if it makes me an outsider.
Another thing that came into my mind … a picture: devil, chimera, hybrid … ? However this is a ornamental depiction of an animalesque being, very nice … :
The images and the text: Farangis Yegane
The mind and the thoughts are free – good that it’s so – but why does my mind whirl in thoughts, I mean, why is my mind constantly occupied with thinking and with thoughts?
When I hear the word LOVE – I do think. When I hear a dog barking – I think. When I hear a car that went fast stopping – I think. When I hear a weather forcast – I think. When I see the picture of a politician – I think. When I read the results of a poll – I think. When I see the packed shopping cart of the customer in a supermarket – I think. Would I speak all my thoughts, the result was an ongoing river of speech, starting from dawn to the mid of night.
sometimes I think solo
sometimes in a choir
I think black
I think blue
I think as a man
I think as a woman
I think soft
I think hard
I think at the goal
I think at the start
I think in darkness
I think in light
I don’t think
when I am in love
I think high
I think deep
I think, think, think
until my star has called for me.
Hello Friends, we are back again, and here is … :
A poem and linoleum print by Farangis, CLICK TO ENLARGE:
Around where we live people like to fully light their houses with energy saving lamps. In that way they use more energy for illumination purposes than if they used less light-sources with old-fashioned light bulbs. Also I have the vague impression that people don’t take their spent energy-saving light bulbs to the “special trash” place where the bulbs should be properly disposed of or meterials be recycled. Compact fluorescent light bulbs contain mercury and other unwholesome things, see ‘Mercury, the downside of energy-saving bulbs‘, ‘Look Ma! NO MERCURY Energy Saving light bulbs!‘, ‘CFL Bulbs Have One Hitch: Toxic Mercury‘ … .
But, no matter what the source of light is, the bright mystery remains why we reject the “DARK” so much as the side where evil and irrationality reigns and why we prefer the “LIGHT” as the source where all good comes from.
Darkness is the home of inspiration I believe, and fantasy usually accompanies irrationality.
The Night: Information pertaining to the night sky, light pollution and the ecology of the night, Anthony Arrigo
The International Dark-Sky Association
Starry Night Lights
Enhance The Beauty Of Your Home With Night Sky Friendly Outdoor Lighting
Light Pollution – the problem
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Poetry, Farangis Yegane:
A love poem and linoleum print by Farangis:
… a meadow … with nesting life
spared by a mower’s blade set high
the flowering weeds and grasses strewn
over the field to be raked and dried
by rays from a fire set high in the heaven.
From: High Mowing by Marion Canby, 1932
I came across this poem in an opening quote, namely in “Leadership” by James MacGregor Burns. This stanza is amazingly beautiful. Googling I found that Willa Cather must have been in contact with Marion Canby….
Color Theory, booklet consisting of 6 prints with text in diamond case. Texts and images by Farangis. € 25.00 / $ 37.00.
fairy tale women
“green sauce” (German dish),
green green green
are all my clothes (allusion to passage of a German folk song)
because my husband
is no good hunter
since he shoots my deer
has my cat
in the blue sky
looks at me
looks at me
he reads in purple
in the niches
humble heading towards church and kitchen and children
doctor says ‘that won’t work’
pees on car’s wheels
is pretty healthy
in rockers’ cave
hits into the taboo
storm of german words
a yellow-light hell
how that shoots
I like to listen