Hello dear friends. The last days were of the most exciting days for us all through the election in the USA, and it might be a motive for me to write about this issue concerning Donald Trump.

I myself have had a problem with this; Narcissism, all through my life. As a child, I was very much prized by everyone, especially about my eyes, the family and friends uttered it permanently (not only my mother meant that!) But before I could build my ego on this, my nose in the time of puberty began to grow terribly bigger and it prevented me to look into the mirror. although it is known that famous genius have mostly big noses, but I could relinquish. I just missed the vows for my eyes and didn’t want the laugh about my nose.

Of course, I was not the only one, our father had it and also Al, but both of them have had also a big head and big face, that fits with the big nose, mine is not enough big to fit the nose. Now it is enough to talk about the noses, I just wanted to say that I have grown up in this way that I got used to having an egoless life without Narcissism. Even when I played in the theatre, I used my big nose with talent on mimics, to make the people laugh and it made me happy enough to fix my complex. Though, as I believe now that a little from both (Narcissism & Epoism) is needed to be successful in life. Nevertheless, the keyword is love.

First, I can begin with the creator of this subject; Narcissus; an instructive story by Greek Mythology;

Narcissus, in Greek mythology, the son of the river god Cephissus and the nymph Liriope. … He was distinguished for his beauty. According to Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Book III, Narcissus’s mother was told by the blind seer Tiresias that he would have a long life, provided he never recognized himself.

It’s actually clear that his beauty and all the admiration by the youth around him, made him proud, too proud and I believe that there had already begun the “Egoism”. He had hurt many who felt in love with him. One of the youth’s most ardent admirers was Ameinius, but Narcissus merely sent him a sword to do away with himself, which he did. On dying, Ameinius cursed the object of his unbound affections and asked the gods to punish him. He had prayed to the gods to give Narcissus a lesson for all the pain he provoked. Narcissus walked by a pool of water and decided to drink some. He saw his reflection, became entranced by it, and killed himself because he could not have his object of desire.

(Mythology) here is a Mythological tell which I like so much.
Several versions of the myth have survived from ancient sources. The classic version is by Ovid, found in book 3 of his Metamorphoses (completed 8 AD); this is the story of Echo and Narcissus. One day Narcissus was walking in the woods when Echo, an Oread (mountain nymph) saw him, fell deeply in love, and followed him. Narcissus sensed he was being followed and shouted: “Who’s there?”. Echo repeated “Who’s there?” She eventually revealed her identity and attempted to embrace him. He stepped away and told her to leave him alone. She was heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in lonely glens until nothing but an echo sound remained of her. Nemesis (as an aspect of Aphrodite, the goddess of revenge, noticed this behaviour after learning the story and decided to punish Narcissus. Once, during the summer, he was getting thirsty after hunting, and the goddess lured him to a pool where he leaned upon the water and saw himself in the bloom of youth. Narcissus did not realize it was merely his own reflection and fell deeply in love with it as if it were somebody else. Unable to leave the allure of his image, he eventually realized that his love could not be reciprocated and he melted away from the fire of passion burning inside him, eventually turning into a gold and white flower.

As we read these all, we can recognize that Narcissus was made an egoist by his desirers. He had no idea about his beauty till he found it out by looking into the “clear” water. The people were enchanted by his beauty and yet, gave him the pride of being loved. You see; the “Narcissism” means today rather egoism; or idiotic self-lover, the narcissist had not seen itself in the mirror yet, and when it happened, he/she falls in love with ownself (foolishly) and might kill oneself!

But in reality, in our modern life, there are enough fools to help them to survive. They don’t look into the mirror, they stay being loved and enjoy the fools all around. One of them was the Shah of Persian; Muhammad Reza Pahlavi who came on power with the help of foreign force and has thought he’s the only one who could do the right things and nobody else, and there were enough beggars around to cheer him as a god. We know what happened at the end.

Another one is the (still) President of the US; Donald Trump. He was actually, as we might remember, not so brazen at the beginning, he even never expected to win in the 2016 Election, and now just look at him; he can’t even believe he maybe should get out of his post!

He surely knew his “Splendor” before he became President but now, with the help of millions of fans, feels like a god, or being sent as an angel! and It is the main problem; the Narcissism will be made by the mass; the fools. He doesn’t need to look into the water.

Honestly, I thought that I’d not post anything today because I could not concentrate my mind; this election makes me confused; I am not in the opinion that we need a Massias, Joe Biden is not the one who makes all better, but Trump had shown that he can just make everything worse. We must still wait.

Anyway, this disease as I may call it, is very common all in the world these days; in Germany is a loved issue as this famous adage; Schadenfreude (malicious joy), says all. But it is not only in Germany it is everywhere. We must be aware of it with the open-minded heart. 🙏💖

Sources:

https://www.britannica.com/topic/Narcissus-Greek-mythology https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_(mythology)

As you might already know, Sean Connery has been passed away today and therefore, I have to drop some line for him or better for me, because I loved him, not because he was the only true James Bond, but for he had shown me the true way how one could be an actor, as I wanted once be, to be a wise one.

But, I don’t want to talk about the Bond or even one of his best role in this Movie; the name of the rose in which he had actually played his own life, as a wise Monk, and he did, in his hard-working up life had proved.

Though, I can just fall in in love again with him, when the young aspirant asked him if he ever felt in love in his life; he answered; sure; I love Sokrates, Aristoteles, Platon… oh my…

Anyway, I wanted to tell you about a Science-fiction movie in which he has played in; Zardoz. I don’t know how much you’d know about this movie, it is not so famous and surely not so elegant clothed as once like a Bond.

This movie is something special, I have seen it in Iran, of course with some censorship about some scenes. But I hat to watch this about nine times! I tell you, it is such a movie which you can saw and say it’s Hollywood, but you can saw it and want to see it again; it is almost a prophecy of the future as we’re running towards. In any case, every time when I was in the cinema to see this, there were peoples got up and out of the cinema. They just didn’t understand!

I believe that Sean Connery would never play any cheap films. He knew it and he did his best in all of them.

Zardoz is a 1974 Irish-American science fantasy film, and later a book, written, produced, and directed by John Boorman http://John Boorman and starring Sean Connery and Charlotte Rampling, and featuring Sara Kestelman. The film was shot by cinematographer Geoffrey Unsworth on a budget of US$1.57 million. It depicts a post-apocalyptic world where barbarians worship a stone god called “Zardoz” that grants them death and eternal life. How familiar it is!

The fascinating had no limit; the music is the seventh symphony by Ludwig von Beethoven;

This masterwork by John Boorman is a real vision by an artist who looks in the future, it is not so easy, to aspect and expect the future as dark as it appears but the truth is unavoidable;

Watch this brilliant movie and say goodbye to Sean Connery and Hello to Zardoz!

This fascinating exemplary is brain-blowing.

Love You Sean Connery 🙏💖🙏💖🌹

or, I remember my first “fall in Love”

I thought that it is time to have a look back at my memory and dare to write another capital; in the name of the first love.

It is surely not something new but it is always a brand new feeling for a young one which would never forget. I am not a romantic archetype as I have uttered now and then. But I had a dramatic childhood, therefore, became very sensitive and I had worked on it all through my life. Though, this trauma still remains.

At the beginning to recognize my feelings towards the opposite gender I fell in love with many girls; for example, I remember one of my cousins (I had a lot of them) whom I had played a lot of times with, once when I had been visiting at my uncle’s, wanted to play with her and run to her room, there I saw her sleeping; in a white gown with her long hair falling on her shoulders; I fell in love with her at once, though it didn’t last a long time and in the next day I had forgotten her! 😁😳

And there were many young actresses in the movies whom I fell in love with; I even fell in love with Brigitte Bardot though she was some older than me.

I had also kissing plays with my other cousins as we saw in the movies but, I should tell them another time.

In the time after my father’s death, mother tried in every way to get money, one of them was to rent the ground floor, and it’s occupied by a young family (a young man with his young wife and a newborn child) and there began my first sex affair!

    She was crazy; the young beautiful girl liked and wanted me very much! Every little moment I could get to their apartment, she embraced and hugged me heartily, I was just a child those days and didn’t know anything about sex or maybe I did? There was something to attract me to see her, being near to her. Once I was again alone and run downstairs on the yard to look through their window, in which was looking through their sleeping room, and recognized them lying on their bed, and playing with their newborn baby; when she saw me called me in immediately, I get inside at once! She got me to the bed, let her husband enjoyed playing with the baby and hugged me to her almost naked body, kissed me tight and what else I can’t remember or was not aware of it.

You might think of child abuse but I don’t think so; she had never tried to make it secret with me. I think she was one of very seldom woman or a human who didn’t believe in any social morality or any forbidden zone for free feeling and free-living, I suppose her husband even knew it and accepted it because in this evening he was playing with his baby happily and even when he was very amused calling us to see what the baby already was doing, and we’re too busy to observe any of their action, wasn’t very important for him and he continued playing.  Maybe it was because of me, being a child and not a serious rival! I’d never know, but once she got farther and on a hot summer day when we were all swimming in the pool in our yord, she, swimming towards me, and saying clearly laud “making love in the water”, hugged me and began to kiss me! There, mother cried out that it’s enough for us children and must get out of the water!! I think she wasn’t aware of what she was doing, she might be too honest of course, otherwise, she could do it hidden to me anything she wanted, if she minded something badly!? Mother was a free thinker, but unfortunately not so far, and threw them out of the house, and our affair has been ended so soon.

After that, mother thought it’s better to rent the upstairs because we could use the garden more easily, and she had rented it to a very normal family; but, they were often being visited by a young girl, a very beautiful one, and of course, I fell in love with her too! And Al didn’t want to ignore her as well; we weren’t therefore always a good playmate! For the first time, we became competitors!! She was a nutty girl I must add here and be enjoying a game to turn us both crazy at the beginning, but in the end, she was suddenly crazy after me. Shirin was her name and One evening, we were in the yard and I heard them discussing loudly on the balcony, and I looked up, saw her beautiful face, keep staring at her, she looked down at me, and she kept staring too, I can clearly see her on the balcony upstairs how she almost eats me with her beautiful eyes.
She came down and told me that we should play; a hidden game. You know, one closes the eyes and the others try to hide somewhere. it was obvious there would happen something and it happened; I found her in a small room in the backyard and when I got her she was so agitated that she hurt herself on her arm. I was so sorry but she laughed and said: kiss it! I was shocked at a moment and in the next moment when I did want to kiss her arm, she withdrew it. What a dumb was I!

Anyway, after that, some weeks later they moved out and I had never heard of her anymore. I don’t know why but it was my first deeply falling love and I’ll never forget it, as I might say; No no, here’s looking at you kid, we have always Paris.

Oh yes, you must just remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh, The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
Never forget your first love. because it is one of the most important events in your whole life. Have a nice weekend dear friends. 🙏💖🙏

Hello dear friends, I don’t know if I have enough time till my leave to find all these wonderful and great genius women who are not actually hidden but that the society is so blind or rather dumb to disclose them to the poblic.

At least, I must be lucky to find out them. Here is another Brilliant one:

I don’t know if you know or have heard of this amazing woman. I didn’t; till Mike Ben, a FB friend of mine caught my attention on this fascinating Dame whom every man (including me) could fall in love with her. She’s not only a great painter but also a writer and poet.

Here, some dropping words about her life;

In her own words… Dorothea Tanning was born in 1910 in Galesburg, Illinois and attended Knox College in her hometown before studying painting in Chicago (haunting the Art Institute where she learned what painting was.)   In 1941, now in New York, she met the art dealer, Julien Levy, and his surrealist friends, refugees from Nazi occupied France. Late in 1942 Max Ernst visited her studio, saw a painting, (Birthday), and stayed to play chess. They would have 34 years together, at first in Sedona, Arizona (a mere outpost at the time).  Here she would continue to paint her enigmatic versions of life on the inside, looking out: The Guest Room, The Truth About Comets, Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, Interior with Sudden Joy, Insomnias, Palaestra, Tamerlane, Far From. By 1956 Max and Dorothea had chosen to live and work thenceforth in France. Though Paris was headquarters, they preferred the country quiet lure in Touraine and Provence. These years included, for Dorothea Tanning, an intense five- year adventure in soft sculpture:  Cousins, Don Juan’s Breakfast, Fetish, Rainy Day Canapé, Tragic Table, Verb, Xmas, Emma, Revelation or the End of the Month, Hôtel du Pavot Room 202.

Max Ernst died on April 1, 1976 and Dorothea faced a solitary future. “Go home,” said the paint tubes, the canvases, the brushes. Returning to the United States in the late 1970s, and still painting, Tango Lives, Woman Artist, On Avalon, Door 84, Still in the Studio, Blue Mom, Dionysos S.O.S., she gave full rein to her long felt compulsion to write.  Words, poetry.  Written, read, heard.  Would she join these voices even then?  Her poems have since appeared in a number of literary reviews and magazines, such as The Yale Review, Poetry, The Paris Review, The New Yorker, The Boston Review, The Southwest Review, Parnassus, and in Best Poems of 2002 and 2005. Her published works include two memoirs, Birthday and Between Lives, a collection of poems, A Table of Content, and a novel, Chasm.

At present Dorothea Tanning lives in New York City, breathes words, as well as air, and looks at her paintings with amazement. It is 2009.
 

About the artist: Dorothea Tanning died at her home in New York City on January 31, 2012.  She was 101 years old, and had just published her second collection of poems, Coming to That (Graywolf Press, 2011). 

Still later, when I was more in touch with
the world, they told me, “You have a future.”
I thought that over. Even if I believed them,
what did my little future, whatever that was,
have to do with the real thing, whatever that is?
—from “Waiting”

Let’s enjoy her paintings with the beginning of her self-portrait; Birthday.

Artist, Once https://poets.org/

Dorothea Tanning – 1910-2012

That was in a room for rent.
It had a window and a bed,

it was enough for dreaming,
for stunning facts like being

at last, and undeniably
in NYC, enough to hold

enfolded as in a pregnancy,
those not-yet-painted works

to be. They, hanging fire,
slow to come—to come

out—being deep inside her,
oozing metamorphosis

in her warm dark, took
their time and promised.

Fast forward. Trapped in now,
she's not all that sure.

Compared to what entwined
her mind before the test,

before the raw achievement
pat, secure—oh, such bounty

to be lived, yet untasted,
undefined—all the rest...

Sources:

https://www.dorotheatanning.org/dorothea-tanning

https://www.dorotheatanning.org/

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Hi dear fellows. Let me first drop some lines as a prologue before begin to report our trip;
As a novice in the matter of writing, I look always for gathering some idea for my weekend post. I am getting used to doing it (it seems to become a ritual for me). Therefore, I try to begin on Mondays because I need time! though it sometimes stuns me to see some friends who simply post a video-clip or share from the WEB a quote with a title; The Quote of the Day, and that was it! I can’t, I don’t know why but I can not do it so simply. Surely I use also the WEB but when I want to tell something, must be composed a part of my own thoughts too.
Anyway, this time I was in Bonn and I couldn’t get ready to prepare something or even not a free mind to catch up with an idea. And when we came back home I was so rigid that I couldn’t fix the days till today I worked up and I had a feeling like a pupil who had not finished his homework and must appear in the school!!
Now at least there was a trip and I can tell thereabout and share some pictures with you, I hope you’ll enjoy it.

A few days ago, my wife and I were in Bonn not only to visit the former capital city of Germany (BRD the west part) But surely to celebrate the 250th anniversary of Ludwig von Beethoven; one of the greatest ever in the classic music.

The truth is that we wanted to travel to Berlin as we’d planed last year to get my interview with the US Embassy for getting a visa for me if you might remember it. It has been cancelled because of the Corona emerge and we have just thought to change this meeting to few-days travel in Berlin to meet also the ex from my wife! But Berlin became a Hot-spot, therefore, we made an immediate change to Bonn, also towards Beethoven, an unbelievable chance.

I love him and his works; especially his once and for all Concerto Violon which He had composed only one (many other compositors have more than one Concerto Violon) but this is a remarkable one.
And we had met the Rhein and her beauty, we had also an unexpected encounter with Beavers who walking cooly around.

And we took a look at his house or museum, we were not allowed to take any pictures, therefore, I had to steal one from the WEB! It’s his piano, so small but what the masterworks he’d created with it; even later when he was deaf.

There some more, have a peaceful weekend 🙏💖

And yet, let’s have the great piece; with a woman as the soloist, what else.

I just can’t stop thinking admirably about this woman. She, with her infinite courage, had fought for her idea till to the end, alone.

Her unlimited view on ethnicities, religions or creeds is stunning me; she had a wider look at the problem of the human judgement than her fellow colleagues. As we might know this point of view is lacking in our society, either those days or now. And it causes a big problem in many countries on Earth.

But honestly, to reach such a point of view looks like idealistic, a dream! Although, she had done it and was so fearless to talk about it.

Her breakthrough was her participation in the trial of Adolf Eichmann, the organizer of the jews death-transport to the Gas-Chamber, who was captured so refined by Mossad (the Israeli secret service) in 1960 in Argentina and transported to Israel for the trial. She had been invited by a famous Magazine to make a report on this Process. But what she wrote in her announcement was not what the peoples expected for; it was a superhuman report as I might call. She had not, as the others did, observed this occurrence superficially (as the motto; everything runs perfectly).

“After Germany’s defeat in 1945, Eichmann was captured by US forces, but escaped from a detention camp and moved around Germany to avoid re-capture. He ended up in a small village in Lower Saxony, where he lived until 1950, when he moved to Argentina using false papers he obtained with help from an organisation directed by Catholic bishop Alois Hudal. Information collected by the Mossad, Israel’s intelligence agency, confirmed his location in 1960. A team of Mossad and Shin Bet agents captured Eichmann and brought him to Israel to stand trial on 15 criminal charges, including war crimes, crimes against humanity, and crimes against the Jewish people. During the trial, he did not deny the Holocaust or his role in organising it, but claimed that he was simply following orders in a totalitarianFührerprinzip system. He was found guilty on all of the charges, and was executed by hanging on 1 June 1962.^[c] The trial was widely followed in the media and was later the subject of several books, including Hannah Arendt‘s Eichmann in Jerusalem, in which Arendt coined the phrase “the banality of evil” to describe Eichmann.^[6]” From https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolf_Eichmann

She had looked at this man; Eichmann, psychologically and understood something which the others never wanted to understand; the main purpose of engendering such a creature.

She said in the opposite of others, that this man was not a monster but a very simply naive man who did his orders from above; the real monster is the ideology behind him. That is that, what makes monsters from the normal simple people. It was, of course, a hammer on the heads of all conservatives in every group.
I believe her wholeheartedly; if we take a deeper look at all these monsters in history, for example, the Nazi regime one by one; we can find a lot of ideots there. Hitler himself in his ideas, may be a mad but genius one. But the rests were ill-minded poor creatures who wanted only to keep and cast their power.

Here is the final act of a movie which I watched some days ago, a well-made production by Margarethe von Trotta. A fascinated speech by a fascinated woman.

The definition of the crime of the Nazi is not only the crime against Jews, it is the crime against humanity. Induiality means to be somebody.

Is it still I that burns there all alone?
Unrecognizable? memories denied?
O life, o life: being outside.
And I in flames—no one is left—unknown. —Rainer Maria Rilke, Komm Du (1926), trans. by Walter Kaufmann (1975)

And after all these she became alone; here she tells about the loneliness;

Just as terror, even in its pre-total, merely tyrannical form ruins all relationships between men, so the self-compulsion of ideological thinking ruins all relationships with reality. The preparation has succeeded when people have lost contact with their fellow men* as well as the reality around them; for together with these contacts, men lose the capacity of both experience and thought. The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the convinced Communist, but people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction (i.e., the reality of experience) and the distinction between true and false (i.e., the standards of thought) no longer exist.

Let’s say happy birthday to this great musician, thinker, human; John Lennon. He’d be eighty years old if a mad and ill-minded man didn’t kill him forty years ago.
As I can remember, Al and I were listening to the Beatles, we have been grown up with them I’d say, it wasn’t usual in Iran in those days (60s).
After their separation, we kept buying every single which the fab-four had alone produced, but I should say that between John and Paul, we were more inclined to John than Paul. As I believe (and I might not be alone) their separation had shown that the Paul was more the body and John was the soul of Lennon&Macartney. I mean even in their way of compositions.

That’s for sure that their songs were not the same as they made music together; and when we nevertheless bought all of their LPs, I felt Paul’s working as a businessman to sell his songs but John was trying to make music!

Anyway, I think that he (John) can celebrate his birthday because he is and remains alive; in his songs in which we listen to every time. Happy Birthday John. 💖💖🙏💖💖

“Imagine”
(from “Imagine: John Lennon” soundtrack)

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today… Aha-ah…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one