Sunday, November 30, 2014

who is in the right? You or Bukowski?

Crawlers Bukowski in a poem had written:
“All our neighbors think that
We are
Weird.
And we think that they
Are.
And we're all
On
Target.”
Bukowski in this poem describes a puzzling situation for us. He has written about the family (his family our narrator’s one) and their’s neighbors. Everyone on every side thinks the other side is weird. It’s meant all of them realize they are right and the other side is ignorant. Why? Is it possible tow different weird people are right in the same time? Bukowski said: yes. But why? How?

Let I came back to my childhood. When I was a primary student, we lost one of our neighbors in an accident. He had a grocery in our our valley. After his passing away, it was said some different thing about his death. Someone believed he was killed by one of his adversary. They said that the car driver was a friend with the victim and in addition, he was driving so fast in a small street. It was not normal in their thought.

The others believe he committed suicide because he had too much debt. The last ones guessed he was drunk. My father, but was sure the driver was drunk.

Who was in the right?

I don’t know, but I realize one big truth: everyone sees the world in her/his view. Some people who didn't like the grocery man got the right to driver and other one thought the poor victim was in the right.

That’s a truth. We have to accept the world with many, many realities. Each of us sees in the world in our opinion, because everyone had some different experiences and these experiences had us a different view of life.
When we think in this way, we can understand more eachothers: "… And we're all
                                                                                                                               On
                                                                                                                         Target.”

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Hitlers are waiting for us

Photo by Sajad S Zand
To survive from day to day
When the color of leaves is changing
When the sun like a magic set up every day
When growing up your hair every second
When your heart pounds to live for you, hey
And you;
Don’t care for them;
Changes colour of the leaves and hairs
 sunset, and something inside of you.

Come to sing for dental worm
All of Hitlers are waiting for this.                              
Come in peace for white hair
All of us are going to die.
So why war?
Why cryng?