THE PREFACE-The Picture of Dorian Gray

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things. The highest, as the lowest, form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things means only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all. The nineteenth-century dislike of Realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass. The nineteenth-century dislike of Romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his face in a glass. The moral life of man forms part if the subject-matter of the artist, butt the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved. No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art. From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor's craft is the type. All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself. We can forgive a man for making a useful things as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art are quite useless. OSCAR WILDE

SOGA-2

این دفعه میتوانم! سیب را نزدیکتر برد. سعی کرد حواسش را متوجه چیز دیگری کند! دمی کشید و خواست گازی از سیب بزند. اما چنان که رایحه سیب به مشامش رسید دیگر نتوانست ان را نزدیکتر ببرد. چشمانش را بست. میخواست بگرید اما نمیتوانست. به سیب سبز نگاه انداخت. سبزیی اش یاد آور زندگی بود. شاخه قهویی اش یاد آور ایستادگی! رایحه اش به زندگی اش معنا میداد. و طعمش... و طعمش معنای عشق! اما با رسیدن به این عشق معنا و ایستادگی و زندگی چه میشود؟

با اجازه!...

I can do it this time! He brought the Apple closer. He tried to think of something else! He took a breath and went to bite the Apple. But the moment that he could smell the Apple he couldn't bring it closer. He closed his eyes. He wanted to cry but he couldn't. He stared at the Apple. Its green was a reminder of Life. Its brown stem was a reminder of strength. And it tasted like ... tasted like Love! But if he would reach that love what would happen to Meaning, Life, and Strength

...!Good luck

Happy new year

بوی جان می آید اینک از نفس های بهار

دستهای پر گل اند این شاخه ها ؛ بهر نثار

با پیام دلکش " نوروزتان پیروز باد "

با سرود تازه " هر روزتان نوروز باد "

شهر سرشار است از لبخند ؛ از گل ؛ از امید

تا جهان باقی ست این آئین جهان افروز باد

Good Luck!...

Story Of Green Apple(SOGA)-1

به قدری سبز بود که چشماش را میزد! خواست به ان نزدیکتر شود. خواست ان را در دست بگیرد و ببویداش، اما نمیتوانست به ان نزدیک شود. حسی به او میگفت که شاید این حق اوست که نمیتواند این زیبا را داشته باشد، این عشق را داشته باشد. با خود گفت: "مگر من در زندگی چه کردم که این نعمت حق من باشد! من قدرتی نداشتم، ندارم! چیزی جز مرگ حق من نیست! حتا قدرت این را ندارم که بمیرم! چون گمشودیی در شب هستم! چون درمانده ای! برگی شناور در باد! چوبی بر روی رود! کاش میتوانستم! ای کاش میتوانستم برای یک بر هم که شده اشک بریزم! اما حیف تنها قدرتی را هم که در کودکی داشتم با غرور از دست دادم و به این سنگ تبدیل شدم که میشکند اما باز هم سنگ است!" نگاهی دوباره به سیب سبز انداخت! ان را برداشت و بالا گرفت و به ان خیره ماند!

...!با اجازه

The Green light hurts his eyes! He wanted to get closer. He wanted to pick it up and smell it, but he couldn't get closer. He felt that he does not have the right to have this Beauty, this LOVE. He thought: " What have I done in life so this would be my prize! I didn't ... don't have any powers! I only deserve to Die! I even to have the power to Die! I'm Lost in the darkness of the night! I'm helpless! Just like a leaf in storm! A wood in river! I wish! I wish I could cry! Just for once! Alas that I lost this power with a childish pride and turned into this cold heart Stone that can be shattered, but its still a Stone!" He looked at the Green Apple again! He picked it up and stared at it!

Good Luck!...

I wish

ای کاش قدرت خاصی داشتم! ای کاش میتوانستم بسازم! ای کاش میتوانستم نبود کنم! ای کاش میتوانستم زندگی ببخشم! ای کاش میتوانستم بکشم! ای کاش میتوانستم ... میتوانستم بنویسم و ذهن همه را تسخیر کنم! یا اینکه میتوانستم قلب ها را تسخیر کنم! ای کاش میتوانستم پرواز کنم! ای کاش میتوانستم به عقب برگردم! ای کاش میتوانستم به دیگری کمک کنم! ای کاش میتوانستم به خودم کمک کنم! ای کاش میتوانستم با ذهنم همه چیز کنترل کنم! ای کاش میتوانستم آهنگ بزنم! ای کاش میتوانستم سخن بگویم! ای کاش میتوانستم اشتباهات را پاک کنم! و ای کاش میشود تنها زندگی کرد!!

هر چه بود را پشت سر گذاشتم اما به جلو حرکت نکردم! "همیشه راحت تر است که بدویم و این درد را با بیحسی جایگزین کنیم ! بعضی اوقات به این فکر میکنم که بگذارم گذشته را بروم و هیچ وقت هم به جلو نروم تا هیچ وقت گذشته ای نباشد"!

...!با اجازه

I wish I had a power! I wish I could build! I wish I could destroy! I wish I could give life! I wish I could kill! I wish I could ... I could write, so that i could capture minds! Or i could capture hearts! I wish I could fly! I wish I could go back in time! I wish I could help others! I wish I could help myself! I wish I could control everything with my mind! I wish I could play music! I wish I could talk! I wish I could retrace every wrong move that I made! I wish I could live alone!

"It's always easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb! Some times I think of letting go and never looking back and never moving forward so there never be a past!"

Good Luck!...

Sorry

I'm so sorry for the delay that is happening. I can't write these days!!